Before I could wax poetic about his new look, he said, “You keep going on about your age. What would you say if I started worrying I was too big for you?”
I balked, drawing my chin back as my mouth turned down. “I’d remind you that I love big men and that your size turns me on. And I’d wrap up my argument by diving between your cheeks, rimming and jacking you until you passed out from coming so hard.”
He swayed, seemingly distracted by the idea. I wondered if he’d let me record the encounter so that I could watch my entire head disappear between his cheeks. I palmed my growing shaft, only brought back to the present by his proud littlehmph.
Narrowing his eyes, he shot back, “If you can love big men, then I can love older men. If my thighs turn you on, your age can turn me on.”
With that, he made his way to his bedroom and opened the door for me. As I passed under his extended arm, he muttered, “I love the salt and pepper at your temples, and don’t get me started on the stripe of silver above your cock.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he pushed me farther into the room, cutting me off with a kiss.
Major’s room was a lot like the rest of his house: plush and inviting. Unlike the bright living spaces, however, his room had been painted a dark charcoal gray that gave the space a luxurious atmosphere. His massive platform bed had white sheets and a velvet duvet in dark teal, and it sat between two beautiful floating nightstands. Mocha-colored leather club chairs adorned the corners of the room, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a greenbelt.
“God, I love your bed,” I murmured against his lips, looking forward to disappearing with him under that thick duvet.
“Thank you. And don’t you say a word against that stripe. I dream about burying my nose in it.” Running his thick fingers outside the corner of my eye, he refocused my attention. “I especially like the lines right here. Your smiles come with wisdom, and that’s the sexiest goddamned thing on the planet.”
I pursed my lips, ready to contradict him, but he held up his hand. “I won’t put up with age slander. Especially not aboutyourage.”
Moving to the foot of his sexy bed, I crossed my arms. “Oh, really? Are you turned on by the fact that there will be occasions when I won’t be able to get it up, no matter how much I’m enjoying our time together, unless I bust out a blue pill? That get your motor going?”
Rolling his eyes, he cupped his hand under the sharp point of my elbow and dragged me onto the bed, crossed arms and all. Using his superior bulk, he forced me to settle down into the soft duvet, then gently pushed the hair off my forehead as he kissed me. “I didn’t know you used those pills,” he said, drawing my arms down. “Don’t feel like you have to, though. If you don’t like the pills, we’ll work around whatever your old-man cock can do.”
I harrumphed, hiding my amusement as I relaxed, leaving my body open to him.
“Don’t move,” Major ordered as he undid my jeans, then tugged them off, along with my underwear. Next, he pulled my T-shirt over my head, sucking in an appreciative breath as he took in my small, spare body.
The velvet duvet felt like heaven on my bare skin.
“I don’t mind the pill,” I said as he lay on top of me. I sank under his weight as he rutted against me like a horny teenager.“I just know—right there, Major—that if I haven’t slept well enough the night before—ngh, so good—I’ll need the extra help.”
“Is there anything I can do to make that easier for you?” he asked, drawing more curses from my lips as he trapped my cock with his belly, pinning it against my body.
My eyelids fluttered, and I arched against him for a few thrusts. “No, you don’t need to do anything. Though… it’s nice to know you won’t judge me if my quinquagenarian cock can’t rise to the occasion.”
He snorted. “Quinca-what?”
“Quinquagenarian. Someone in their fifties,” I answered. “You’re a tricenarian, by the way.”
Way to go, Ren. Keep reminding the hot young stud that you’re twenty years older than him.
He grunted, scooping his hips in order to rub our dicks together. “I would never—fuck, so good, Ren—hold that against you. Especially if I can still use your hole,” he retorted, grinning down at me.
My laugh was reedy and strained, so he shifted to allow me more air. He knew I liked some breathing restriction but not to be fully crushed. Lovers hardly ever got the mix right, and his attention to that made me feel safe and sexy at the same time.
“Of course,” I gasped, and he withdrew, edging me. “Your cock in my ass is the aphrodisiac.”
“You’re going to give me a big head, I swear.” He chuckled. “I bet that’s why Mr. Paige always walked around looking so self-satisfied. You don’t shy away from giving compliments.”
Hearing him call Robert “Mr. Paige” should have been an awkward reminder—as if I needed one—about the indecent nature of what we were doing. And yet… it felt like Major brought him up to let me know it was okay for me to think about Robert, even talk about him if I wanted to.
Refocusing on the man I was with, I tugged at his nipples, then pressed my face into his chest and squeezed his pecs together.
“I bet I can make you come twice,” I murmured, lost in his massive body.
“What?” He shifted to sit back against the artful stack of pillows and dragged me into a straddle across his lap.
My mind went blank the second my eyes fell to his hardened nipples. He held his pec, pointing a nipple to my mouth, and I attacked it, sucking on it, enjoying how fat and perfect it felt on my tongue.
