He nods before I can finish.
Don’t rush this. Take it slow.
He needs you to think for him.
I don’t miss the smallest groan that leaves his mouth as I crawl off his lap and onto the bed beside him, one of my legs still draped across the top of his thighs. He braces himself withhis hands behind him, propping himself up as he leans back and stares at me with wild eyes. I glance down at the erection straining against his jeans before peeking back up at him.
His chest heaves as he watches me, his cheeks so red that it could pass for a sunburn, and something about how I have that effect on him turns me on more than I expect.
Inching forward slowly, my hand reaches out to feel him over his pants, and he inhales sharply, his fingers gripping the sheets now. Arousal pools low in my belly as I watch his every move, every reaction to me, before giving him a soft squeeze, rubbing my palm back and forth over him.
A soft moan escapes him, and I have to fight the shiver from rolling down my spine. The sound is like music to my ears. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a guy moan like that because of me. Everyone I’ve been with was…quiet.
His gaze falls to my hand on him, his lips parted as his eyebrows cinch together faintly. It’s a look that will paint my memories forever.
“We can…take it slow,” I murmur. “Let me take care of you, Tate.”
He just nods desperately, his eyes never leaving my hand.
I don’t plan on taking it that far tonight because, for one, I don’t have any condoms here. And two, this is his first time we’re talking about. I want to handle this as delicately as possible. It’s supposed to be special; he deserves special. The little thread of doubt in my mind threatens to unravel with the hesitation of not being special enough for him, but I ignore it as I slide my hand up to the button of his pants.
The tension is thick in the air as I unzip his jeans, sliding my leg off him as I latch my fingers through the belt loops in the front, tugging faintly until he lifts slightly so I can shimmy them down his hips. Once they’re resting around his thighs, my eyes fall on the now more prominent bulge under his plaid boxers.
“Are you sure?” I ask weakly, licking my bottom lip.
“Y-Yes,” he stammers. “Please.”
Not wasting any more time, I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, my eyes meeting his briefly before I tug them down. I’m practically gulping once his cock springs free, twitching with need as he watches me intently, waiting to see what I’ll do next. He’s a lot bigger than I expected, hard as a rock, and precum is already pooling at the tip for me.
“Take this off,” I tell him, tugging at his hoodie.
I have to squeeze my thighs together at the mere speed at which he obeys my directions, sitting up straight to pull his hoodie over his head and toss it to the floor. I’d always been the submissive one, but seeing him like this, so willing to listen to me…Fuck.
Perching on my hands and knees, I hover over him, peering up at him through my lashes as I gather saliva in my mouth. He’s watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze as his chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, looking at me like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. My confidence skyrockets, and I flutter my lashes faintly as I let the saliva dribble from my lips, dripping down onto his cock.
He shudders as my spit trails down the length of his dick.
“Come here,” I say, crawling toward the headboard and leaning my back against it before patting the spot between my legs. “Lean on me.”
Tate kicks off his jeans and boxers that are still wrapped around his thighs before scooting back, my eyes catching the ripple of muscles in his biceps as he does. He very softly leans against my chest, his head resting in the crook of my neck as his hands grip my legs. God, he listens so well. He’s panting in excitement as I wrap one arm around his broad chest and the other around his waist, grasping his cock in my hand as I start to stroke, coating him fully in my saliva.
He moans, his hips stuttering with my movements.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he whines.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Pressing my lips to his ear, I murmur, “That’s okay. Tell me when you’re close.”
“Okay,” he breathes.
I stroke him steadily now, pumping up and down and up and down, as I run my other hand across his chest, squeezing and feeling every dip and crevice of his muscles. His fingers grip me so tight, I might bruise, and the thought makes me clench around nothing.
Fuck, he’s so incredibly hot like this. At my mercy. In my arms, my hands, writhing at every flick of my wrist as I pump his cock.
“You’re doing so good, Tate,” I rasp into his cheek, dropping his cock for a moment as I bring my hand up to my mouth for more spit.
I can feel his moan reverberate through his body at my praise, and my lips curve in the corners.
