But I’m so impatient. Why are we still in our clothes? And why can’t he already be inside me, jamming the head of his dick against my prostate?
We head into my room, our kisses reckless, sloppy, and so fucking delicious. He pulls me to the bed, taking charge the way I want him to.
I want him to dominate me like he dominates a woman, to make me his screaming bottom. Considering how long it’s been since I’ve bottomed, it’s gotta be tight for him.
He’ll probably be impressed with how it feels, especially if it’s really his first time.
I don’t know why, but that makes it so much fucking hotter.
We end up on the bed, him on top of me, his weight heavy against my body. I slide my hands up and down the back of his leather jacket, and he pulls back so that he’s straddling my right leg.
He removes his jacket and throws it behind him. Then he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off slowly, displaying those muscles before he throws the shirt.
The light in my room casts sharp shadows beneath his eight-pack abs.
He collapses on me, his skin against mine, and it’s like I’d forgotten what it felt like to have a man’s body on top of me.
I’m painfully hard, my erection pinching in my briefs.
We scramble out of our remaining clothes until we’re both standing, and as soon as I remove my socks—the final inconvenience—I turn to Mikey and see that thick cock hanging between his legs.
He tosses his boxer briefs on the floor.
“Oh, really? I took you for more of a briefs guy,” I say.
A sly smirk spreads across his face. “Well, it won’t be the first thing you’ve been wrong about when it comes to me.” His gaze shifts to my crotch. “Nice cock, by the way.”
“Not so bad yourself.” Which is bullshit, because he’s way more hung than I am.
He comes for me and kisses me, skillfully turning me and pushing me back onto the bed.
I laugh at the playfulness of our little game as he crawls on top of me and assaults me with another series of kisses. I throw my head back against the foot of the bed while probing his back with my hands, feeling the dips and grooves between his thick muscles.
“How often do you get to the gym? Damn.”
He snickers. “Oh, you’re obviously appreciating all those lat exercises I’ve been doing.”
He lifts his ass into the air and repositions before planting his pelvis, and fully erect dick, firmly against my leg.
He doesn’t let up his gaze as he says, “God, you’re making me so fucking hard, Scott.”
I like hearing him say my name and the way his hot breath chases the words across my face, warming my flesh.
As I glance down at his dick, wedged between our pelvises, a horrifying realization hits me. “Shit. I don’t have any condoms.”
He grins before pushing up off of me and crawling off the bed. He grabs his jeans and retrieves a condom out of his back pocket.
“Someone think he was getting lucky tonight?”
He sneers. “Gotta be ready for luck. And there’s plenty more where this came from.”
I haven’t thought about protection since I broke up with Sam.
He glances at the condom and then at me.
I wonder what he’s thinking.
“You know,” he says. “I’ve never really done it with a guy, so I’m not exactly sure about… mechanics.”
