“Where?” He huffed a small laugh, then shoved his pants down and exposed his cock.
I shifted back, breaking the kiss and letting my mouth land against the swell of his Adam’s apple.
“Here,” I whispered, licking his throat.
“Yeah, that’s…that’s good.”
I kissed lower, toward the dip in his throat and down toward his chest.
“Here.”
“Still good,” he rasped.
I traveled the expanse of skin between his pecs, kissing and licking from one nipple to the other, making sure I paused to pay enough attention to each tender little nub. When I bit his left nipple, Wesley raised off the bed, a high-pitched moan falling out of his mouth. Wesley would have been handsome by any standards, but he was far beyond any kind of man I ever expected to be interested in taking me to bed. I wanted to repeat this same level of exploration and attention across every inch of his body, often and with the same level of focus. But actual age aside, Wesley was slim and athletic, but not boyish. His chest was peppered with a healthy amount of hair that grew darker and thicker the lower it sprouted.
While I sucked on his left nipple, I reached down, fingertips tangling in the soft tuft of hair below his navel, pausing before I went farther.
“Here?” I asked, releasing his nipple and dragging my tongue over it to soothe the ache from my teeth.
Wesley answered with a pained sound and a frantic nod, the sheets clenched in his fists.
I moved my hand lower, taking the weight of his cock into my hand. With a loose fist, I tested the weight of him, felt the heat, and was immediately overcome. I closed my eyes and dropped my forehead against his sternum, unable to catch my breath.
“Too fast?” he asked, the words barely more than a pant of breath.
The answer was probably yes, but also definitely no.
I stilled, his throbbing cock in my hand and my breath lodged in my throat.
This was the first time.
I’d never…
I had never touched another man like this.
Slowly, I slid my thumb over the slit of his dick, my own cock jumping when I felt the wet beads of precum that were pooling on his crown.
“Colin.” One of Wesley’s hands came away from the sheet, threading into the hair at the base of my head.
“I just need a minute,” I said, hoping it sounded like the apology I meant for it to be.
“The way you’re touching me…” He trailed off, bucking his hips, fucking his dick in and out of my fist when I couldn’t find the fortitude to move my hand myself. There was something so indescribably hot about the action, of Wesley taking what he needed, taking what I’d meant for him to have…
His breaths turned into sighs and the sighs into moans, finally snapping me out of my haze. I raised up his body, slanting our mouths together once more. As soon as my tongue tangled against his, Wesley came. His cock grew impossibly thicker in my first, spasming as his balls emptied. Streams of cum streaked across my fingers and his belly, and I let him go, instead rubbing a flat palm over his hard cock, pressing his erection against his stomach and into his mess.
“Oh,” he whispered. “Oh, what the…”
His head was thrown back, eyes closed. I rubbed and pressed until his cock stopped leaking, then I raised my hand, looking down at the cum between my fingers. I wanted to know what he tasted like. I needed to know.
Shielded from his watchful eyes, I licked my palm. Then I licked my fingers, getting as much of his release off of my skin as I could manage. Wesley’s cum was warm and salty, tangy without being bitter. I didn’t hate it, I realized.
“Was that okay?” I asked, sitting back on my heels.
He was a mess.
I was a mess.
The bed was a disaster.
