I grab the lube I strategically placed within reach and coat my fingers. “I’m just exploring what you like. But, like I told you, no one is asking you to hold back. In fact,” I give a strong stroke to his cock, making him shake, then rub his ass, “if you can orgasm, I want to see it.” I tighten my grip, stroking faster.
I add a light tap or two to his hole, enough for that sexy squirm, then some firm pressure of the pad of my fingers to his entrance. Fuck, he’s sensitive.
“Ohhh, I’m . . . that’s . . .damn . . .”
“That’s right, sweetness. Let me hear that dirty mouth. Is this enough? You want me inside you, don’t you, baby? Fuck yeah you do.” I add pressure, friction, and Theo’s head falls back on my shoulder as his hips push forward.
He comes with a moan, panting. As he pulses through the aftershocks, I play with his hole, holding his cock with firm pressure.
“Even more perfect when you come, aren’t you?” I reach for the kitchen towel and clean him up.
“I want . . .” Theo’s hands move to me, like he needs to return the favor.
“Later, baby. Let’s finish the movie. Can you manage to stay awake?”
“I’ll try—ohhh.”
I bring my hand back under his pants, cupping his balls, playing. I figure winding him up again will be insurance to keep him awake. He sighs back into me, and I keep my other hand right beside his cock, loving that he’s still half hard.
Insatiable.
To close out the night, we tumble into bed with mutual blowjobs. He is so eager with those dark let-me-please-you eyes, I’m easily halfway gone before he even gets his mouth on me. And the fact I barely fit in his mouth? Not going to lie—it gets me close every time.
I want to experience some mutual sixty-nine action, but while Theo knows sex, he seems new to having someone pay attention to him and what he wants. I’m still learning what he likes, and sixty-nine won’t teach me much.
The next morning, my body is singing. Theo, perfect as he is, has mastered my orgasm, and I went to bed satisfied as fuck, with him tucked into my arms. Theo was out like a light until about an hour ago, when he got up, used the bathroom, and checked on Mulder. When he came back to bed, he drifted back off to sleep watching the snow with the cat, but his breathing is changing. He is close to waking up.
Not asking him a ton of questions is hard when I have him right here in my house and no one else around. I want to learn about Theo because I know this is more than merely sex between us. While I have always wanted a relationship with him, now that I have him like this, developing deeper feelings is as easy as breathing. Getting hurt won’t scare me off, not yet, but he deserves to know where I stand.
Maybe that should hit me hard, but it doesn’t. It just makes sense. I hear people all the time talking about how you can’t make yourself feel things you don’t for someone, usually in the context of being unable to love someone you don’t.
I think feelings work both ways.
If you are going to love someone, you can’t stop that either, or make those feelings something different.
Not that I’m in love with him, of course, but I’m something.
I lean over him, kissing the side of his face until he sleepily turns into me and presses his lips to mine. Theo’s mouth is minty; he must have brushed his teeth.
“Morning, sugar.”
“Morning.”
“Have you ever been rimmed?” I laugh when his eyes fly to mine, open and dark. Oh, that bottomless well of need. Cheeks a high, bright crimson in the morning light, Theo nods, then shakes his head. I raise my brows in a questioning wave. “Which is it, sweetness?”
“No . . .well, yes, but—it was quick?”
“Did you like it?” I bite on his lip, feeling the cool ring against my mouth. He nods, but doesn’t look at me when I let go. “Theo.”
“I think so.”
I mull that answer over and run a hand down his body. He’s at least willing.
“I’m going to bury my face in your ass, sweetness. And then I am going to lick and kiss and suck every part of you I can get hold of until you come or say stop. In fact, if you ever feel anything other than a very enthusiastic five stars, you tell me to quit. Got it?”
Theo’s face is on fire, but he nods and then whispers, “Okay.”
“Stop doesn’t mean it feels so good you don’t think you can handle it. Stop means you don’t like it. Clear?”
