Once I was satisfied I’d thoroughly prepared him, I shifted up to kiss him, loving the way he paused to inhale his scent on my beard. Then I carefully fitted the head of my cock to his sensitive entrance, loving how he whined beneath me, shifting, pressing against me, asking for more.
I pushed forward and had to call on every trick in the book to not come immediately.
“I’m good,” he whispered, rolling his hips to take me deeper inside him. “Oh, fuck. I might just be gay,” he babbled.
After we both recovered from tonight, I’d make sure he felt comfortable identifying whatever way was true for him, but right now, in this moment, God, I loved it.
“Maybe you were always just Oz-sexual,” I said, pulling back, then driving my hips forward.
“Yes. Definitely Oz-sexual,” he sobbed, pleasure racking his body.
“Only me,” I growled possessively, wondering what had overtaken me.
“Only you,” he said, his eyes searching mine.
In that moment, something clicked. I had only ever been a one-night stand kind of guy because no one else was Walker. No one. I kissed him, pulling him impossibly closer, and we found our rhythm.
Less of the sexy hip rolls and more of the buried pulses, inelegant and needy, as if we were trying to become one person. That thought, which would have terrified me with anyone else, made me push in harder.
“Oz, I’m gonna come.” His voice and body shuddered on the words, and I was hooked.
“Yes, Walk. Come for me,” I said, sliding my lube-slicked hand between us to grab his cock.
His cries grew louder as I stroked him, and then he clenched tight around me as cum shot out across his belly and chest. The sight of his ecstasy, even more than the hard clench of his body, sent me over.
“God, I want to fuck you raw,” I spat out, intoxicated with a euphoric possessiveness as the orgasm ran roughshod through my body. “Wanna see my cum dripping from you.”
“Yes,” he choked. “That.”
I spilled into the condom, and he gave a final cry, wriggling against me as if searching for any bit of contact I could give him. I pulsed again, wringing every drop of cum from my nuts.
I kissed him, staying inside his body as long as I possibly could, only regretfully pulling away as my cock deflated. I knotted the condom and reached over to set it on the floor by the bed, returning to him as quickly as I could. He was laid out, his slack and satisfied body once again filling me with pride. “You okay?” I asked, gripping his neck where it met his jaw, running my thumb over his cheek.
He nodded as he sank farther into the bed. “Mm. More than. Especially when you said…” His blush was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“When I said what?”
He bit at his lower lip, avoiding my eyes.
“Walk?”
When his gaze finally met mine, it was filled with so much heat it warmed my chest. “When you said you wanted to see your cum dripping from me,” he said on a soft rasp.
Jesus, this country boy was gonna be the death of me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he responded, confident despite the color still playing over his cheeks.
I covered his body with mine and gave him a kiss that I hoped conveyed every flame he’d just lit in me. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Walk,” I teased. “Because I want your cum dripping from me, too. Have to have it. I swear to God, I’ll take you to the pharmacy first thing in the morning. They’ve got an on-site clinic and?—”
“I’ll buy the coffee on the way there,” he said, wrapping his leg around mine as he drew me into a heated kiss.
I’d go another round with him right now if I could, but my happy cock was down for the count.
Coming up for air, I nosed his ear, whispering, “Rest up, Walk. The second you’re able, I want you to use all of these perfect muscles, these strong hips, to fuck me into the mattress. Would you like that?”
He nodded, yawning as he ran his strong hands over my back. “I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel this good.”
I nestled against him. “You being here is all I need.”
