Race With a Heart
Chapter 77: Sweet as the Wine

Chapter 77: Sweet as the Wine

Jack Lambert’s hands knew what they wanted. With one hand the driver caressed the nipple of his partner, with the other he slipped into his underwear. Jack’s torso pressed against Kevin’s back, and Lambert’s penis rubbed against his buttocks. But their bodies were only connected by kisses that were wet, smelling and tasting sweet wine.

Moore knew that sex could be therapeutic. Physical pleasure could give forgetting and soothing in the moment of emotional pain. Sex with a random person was more harmful than beneficial, because after a moment of pleasure there was a feeling of emptiness. But having sex with someone close was different. Instead of emptiness, it filled. It was a sign of closeness and intimacy.

Although sexual intercourse between them were sometimes stealthy, quick, and sometimes like sophisticated Kama Sutra play, neither of them ever felt empty afterwards. Kevin was amazed at times how two people who met by coincidence could be so matched? It’s as if they were born to each other. Sex was the cherry on the top of the cake in their relationship.

But the cherry was juicy and sweet, with just a hint of a slight sour spiciness and no hint of bitterness.

As sweet as the wine they drank with supper, and as Jack’s mouth.

Overwhelmed in his lover’s arms, Kevin did not seek escape. He decided to passively surrender to the caress. The more worried Jack was, the more passionately he loved, so paradoxically Lambert’s bad mood brought Moore more pleasure. The professor, however, had no qualms about it. He knew that for Jack it was a kind of coping with a problem and that the driver would feel better after the act of fulfillment. It was a perfect win-win situation.

The memory of his brother must have upset Jack, because the hunger for his gestures was clear. His hand was tucked under Kevin’s underwear - firm and strong.

"Will you take me here in the kitchen?"

"Is that a question or a proposition?" Lambert asked.

"Of course it’s a proposal. It’s been a long time since we’ve done this ... standing up. "

"Yes," Jack admitted. "You’ve gotten lazy lately."

They pressed their lips together again. Jack kept rubbing against Kevin’s buttocks, but Moore knew it wasn’t enough. The caress excited Lambert, but a more direct approach will be more effective. Dexterously, he turned without breaking the kiss and began to get to his lover’s zipper.

It was cramped and uncomfortable, but this uncomfortable closeness had something very exciting about it. She was like a bit of voluntary enslavement by the mutual desire of each other’s bodies.

Kevin began to slide down, so that his face was level with Jack’s penis.

"Damn!" cursed "It’s better than a boring organizational meeting ..."

"I knew it!" Jack triumphed as he watched Moore bring out his tough manhood, lift it up, and begin to caress it with his tongue where it meets the testicles. A thrill of pleasure ran through Lambert’s body. He just couldn’t believe how incredibly capable his lover was and how daring!

"You just know what’s best for me," said Moore. His voice was a little muffled because his face was drowned in Lambert’s crotch, yet Jack heard him quite clearly.

"It’s because I always only think about you," he replied allowing his body to surrender to the pleasure that builds within him.

"I know you are lying right now, and I know you are telling the truth. You can’t think only of me, but you always think of me. "

Although this argument was twisted, it was absolutely true. There was work and colleagues in Jacek’s life, there were people who met by chance and there were also friends. Allies and rivals. He thought about them, there was no way he could avoid it, but somewhere in Jack’s mind was a picture of Moore running constantly. Kevin was with him always and everywhere, completely impossible to remove from Jack’s mind.

Kevin couldn’t speak anymore because he filled his mouth with Lambert’s masculinity. Hot, greedy lips that couldn’t get enough of the culinary feast they had just experienced and wanted another, more sensual one. A feast that can only be made by another man for a man.

Jack felt very good about that hot mouth, and he didn’t mind that he suddenly became the main dish. In fact, that thought was especially exciting.

"How wonderfully you eat me," he remarked with a delighted sigh. "You do it as greedy as if you’ve been waiting all your life for him."

Moore released his penis and looked up.

"I have to make up for all the years that I didn’t know you. Now shut up because I will be too busy to answer you" he informed and sucked the swollen and hard cock into his mouth again.

The caress was delightful, and they both felt that if he did not stop, Jack could fire at any moment, and neither of them wanted to. The timing and the place were inappropriate.

So Kevin got up from his knees and pulled off his pants and briefs. Jack, too, freed himself from the covering that constrained his movements and turned Moore to face the kitchen counter. Now it was Lambert who had fallen to his knees and, like a follower of a pagan cult in a Greek temple of delight, paid his tribute at her doorstep. He exposed his buttocks like a curtain covering a pagan deity and began covering the center with passionate, hot and wet kisses. Moore came out to meet him sticking his ass to him.

"You are so appetizing," Lambert muttered happily, licking his finger and holding it against the entrance. He pressed it gently, waiting for it to open by itself, and pushed it deeper.

Kevin shuddered, bringing Jack joy. It was wonderful to play with this lovely man and bring him pleasure. Moving his finger, he took his testicles to his mouth, caressing them gently.

The alcohol warmed their bodies, but foreplay did it even more, and Moore shook off remnants of clothing that fluttered casually onto the kitchen furniture and floor. Jack, flushed, listened with delight to the groans the professor began to utter.

Suddenly Lambert heard Kevin looking for something in a cupboard. He heard the sound of the dinner porcelain moving. Something hit Jack lightly on the head, not doing him any harm, but catching his attention. It was the lube bottle Moore was handing him.

"Professor, do you have these bottles all over the house?" he asked admiringly.

"More or less," he admitted. "With a lover like you, I must always be prepared."

"Is it an insult or a compliment?"

Moore chuckled.

"And what will give you more pleasure?"

"You," he replied simply and rose from his knees. He opened the bottle and, pouring it generously over his penis and between Kevin’s buttocks, bent down to his lover’s ear and added, "Always you ..."

Moore, feeling a slight pressure on his eye, pushed back even more, encouraging his lover to act more decisively. He didn’t have to do anything else. He didn’t have to ask. Jack did not like to wait, so he boldly brought his manhood inside Kevin, feeling a tight tunnel of pleasure open in front of him.

"Professor, you are so hot," Lambert praised, starting to make gliding movements. He wasn’t violent or hasty, they had plenty of time to play together after all.

"You set me on fire," replied Moore. "Jack, are you enjoying it?"

"Of course. I always feel good in you. I am always happy with you. "

"I’m glad."

Yes, Moore was really enjoying it too, because giving pleasure was as delicious as taking it. Maybe even more so when it was done for the man you love.

"Wait, I’ll change position," said Moore, and still impaled on Lambert’s masculinity, he lifted his left leg up and pressed it against the cold kitchen counter. Leaning on his right hand, his left hand reached back to his lover’s head and pulled her to him. Their lips pressed together again and their tongues began to dance. Jack began to move in his ass again.

In this position, the angle of penetration was slightly different, so it brought a slightly different sensation than always. It was exciting and enjoyable for both, but they had something else now - intimacy as their lips were joined by another hot kiss.

Kevin was groaning with pleasure, his breathing heavy. Jack’s passion and enthusiasm made his interior burn with living fire. A few more blows, and his body will be flooded with orgasms - his own and the other one from Jack. A hot wave of proof of how much they both got together.

And this wave of pleasure came filling Kevin’s insides and shaking his belly. A wave as strong as a tsunami and electrifying like an electric shock. Still inside his lover, Jack drove Moore to a new ecstasy with a few strokes of his hand on the professor’s cock.

They have finished having sex. They stopped kissing. They leaned their foreheads against each other as they breathed. They were tired, they were fulfilled, but also still unable to part with each other.