“An old man,” I muttered, raising a brow and hooking my finger over the waistband of his slacks.
Wesley had taunted me and the message was received. I pulled his belt off, dropping it at his feet before setting to work on his slacks. He helpfully kicked out of his shoes, shaking his legs to get the pants off as he walked after me. The backs of my knees hit the arm of the couch, and Wesley folded himself over me until our bodies had molded into a more comfortable pose.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, my chin, up my jaw and down to my neck. I tipped my throat toward him, giving him more room. His hands worked nimbly, pulling my shirt out of my slacks and wrestling with my belt. Half in the air, I kicked off my shoes and helped myself out of my pants and underwear, until we were both half-dressed and fully hard.
“If I haven’t told you lately…” Wesley’s breath burned hot against my ear. “You look so hot after work.”
I chuckled, groaning as he nipped at my earlobe. “So do you. These pants don’t hide much.”
“You just make me too hard.” He ground against me, tearing his face out of the crook of my neck with a frustrated sigh.
Over the weeks we’d been together, Wesley had fully stepped into the kind of man he wanted to be, and that suited me just fine. He was dominant without being brash or arrogant, confident without being smug. He wasn’t scared to explore new things with me, and even less intimidated to talk about them.
“I don’t have lube out here,” I reminded him, gasping as his fingers curled around my dick.
“Or condoms,” he added.
I answered that with a low hum, fighting against his weight so I could get up from the couch. I crooked a finger and beckoned him toward the bedroom, finishing off my tie and the buttons on my shirt before we reached the door. He mirrored my actions, letting his shirt fall in front of the bathroom, stare caught on mine the whole time.
“About that,” I said, crawling backward onto the bed and spreading my legs for him. I cradled my cock and balls in my hand, raising them up so he could get a look at my hole. The act of being on display for him was daunting sometimes, but the sounds and looks Wesley gave in return made it all worth it.
Sometimes, I felt like I was the younger one, the more inexperienced one. It seemed natural for him to step up and guide, and easy for me to let him come into that role. That didn’t mean one of us was always topping, no. Wesley liked a cock up his ass as much as I did, but we both definitely had preferences.
And this was one of mine.
“Hmn?” He arched a brow, taking the lube and a condom from the nightstand before settling on top of me.
“My test results came back today.”
He’d started to kiss his way down the side of my neck again, pausing when I spoke.
“And?”
I reached around and pulled the condom out of his hand, tossing it back onto the nightstand, right beside the unopened bottle of poppers I’d bought as part of his birthday present. Besides the questionable extracurricular, I’d also bought him a Holzkern watch. It felt like a dated gift, considering the prevalence of phones and computers, but I had a suspicion he’d appreciate it.
I was right.
He’d appreciated it so much he sucked my cock until I was the one thankinghim.
It had been a good night.
“Are you serious?” He smiled, eager and nervous all at the same time.
“If you want.”
He scoffed, making quick work of sliding two slick fingers into my body.
“If I want,” Wesley mocked, pressing against my prostate insistently with the tips of his fingers.
“I wasn’t sure,” I mumbled.
“Of course I want, Colin. I want to cover this…” He pressed again. “And the rest of your insides with my cum. The question is, doyouwant?”
My cock leaked against my stomach.
“I want.”
He prepped me with the attentiveness that only a freshly de-virginized man could offer, paying so much attention to the way my body stretched and pulled against the intrusion. Sometimes, like then, Wesley would get lost in it, his eyes glassy as he focused on the task at hand.
