I reach for my pants, but Riley pushes my hand away.
“Let me do it. I’ve never touched another man’s dick, but it can’t be that different from mine, right?” The nervous but determined tone of his voice takes me back down a little.
“You don’t have to, Riley. We can stop right now.”
His eyes are on his hands traveling down my body. “I want to.”
“It’s going to be messy down there,” I warn.
He laughs. “I’m a guy, remember? I know how messy it can get down there.”
I want to argue because it’s one thing to feel your own mess, but someone else’s mess is different, especially when you’ve never been with a man. The last thing I want is for him to backtrack because of the ick factor.
“Hey, Bubble. Get out of your top head so I can rub your bottom head and give you an orgasm.”
I stare at him. “Did you just Bubble me?”
“I did.” He kisses me. “Now, let me make you feel good because we both need a shower, and it’s getting late.”
He pulls my pants down, and I cringe at the thought of my cool cum all over me. Riley truly doesn’t seem to mind because the next thing I feel is his strong hand wrapped around my length.Holy mother of Christmas hand jobs, the man has skills.
We’re practically glued head to toe, staring into each other’s eyes as he seems to study my reactions.
I want to close my eyes and give in, but the competitor in me wants to challenge him.
He leans his forehead against mine and whispers, “You can resist all you want, Curtis, but you may as well let go before I make you.”
My cock feels hard and flushed like I haven’t come in a week.
“I like that you’re soft everywhere,” he says. “Not that I’d mind if you had hair, but all these places I’m touching with my hand, I want to taste them tomorrow. I want to see if you taste like strawberries all over, Curtis.”
I’m practically rutting against him in rhythm with his strokes. Then he stops. I’m about to complain when his hand slides down until the pads of his big fingers touch my recently neglected hole, and I’m done.
I open my mouth to shout his name as I’m coming, but he slams his mouth onto mine and swallows my moans, kissing me as I ride the orgasm until I’m practically ready to pass out.
“You…Mister…Coach…” I say, breathing heavily, followed by a yawn. “…are the devil.”
He chuckles and then gets up from the couch, taking me with him.
“Where are we going? Can’t I just stay here in front of the fire, all cozy and warm?” I ask, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“Trust me. You’ll thank me in the morning.”
I’m pretty sure I fall asleep halfway through my shower…our shower. Holy ravioli, I’m taking a shower with Coach Riley Dempsey.
“Thanks, buddy, you did good today. We’ll play some more tomorrow,” I mutter.
“Are you talking to your dick?”
“Yes. Everyone needs a little praise, and tonight was a special night for him. He’s been looking forward to this for a looong time.”
Riley laughs, rinsing my shampoo, which was already in the shower because I cleaned up after cooking earlier.
When he’s done, he tilts my head up. “Tonight was a special night for me too, Curtis. Thank you for listening and understanding. And thank you for making me feel so comfortable. I know we could have done other things that you’re—”
“Don’t finish that thought, Riley,” I say, interrupting him. “Tonight was perfect. If you’re discovering yourself, one of the most important things is to be accepting of yourself. Everything we did was beyond amazing. Now take me to bed because tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and we have a packed day.”
“We do?”
