He blushed, a sight I found utterly charming. “So are you,” he replied, tugging at my shirt. “Your turn?”
I obliged, tossing my shirt aside. I always felt self-conscious over how skinny I was compared to West’s bulging muscles. I was just built differently. But now it didn’t matter because the feeling of skin on skin as West pulled me close was electric.
It wasn’t enough. I needed more, so I straddled him. With my increased height, I took his lips again, this time controlling the kiss and making sure I tasted every single corner of his mouth.
He put his hands on my ass and squeezed. I moaned, my ass clenching under his touch as I imagined what it would be like to have him inside me.
I’d always imagined that, but now? We were on the verge of that being a reality. My cock tented the light fabric of my underwear and pajama bottoms.
With his hands on my hips, he lowered me to sit on his legs.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“The only thing that hurts right now, Drew, is my dick. Please rub against me.”
A soft gasp escaped me as West’s hand trailed down my stomach, fingers dipping just below the waistband of my pants. The touch sent shivers through my body, igniting a fire I’d been trying to suppress for far too long.
“Is this okay?” West whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
“God, yes,” I managed, my voice hoarse with desire. “Please, West.”
His nimble fingers made quick work of the waistband, and I lifted my hips to help him slide the pants down until my cock was exposed. I was achingly hard, and being free from clothes didn’t make it any easier when West looked like he was desperate to touch me.
I returned the favor, standing and then kneeling in front of him. My hands trembled as I pushed his joggers down. I palmed him through his boxers, and he let out a low groan that sent heat pooling in my core.
“Drew,” he breathed, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. I wanted to get him naked, but he pulled me back onto his lap.
I slipped my hand beneath the fabric of his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his cock. The weight in my hand felt so right, like coming home after years of wandering. West’s hips bucked involuntarily, and he broke the kiss with a gasp.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing.
I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Don’t apologize. I want to make you feel good.”
West’s hand found my cock then, and I couldn’t hold back a moan at his touch. We fell into a rhythm, stroking each other with increasing urgency.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I said, resting my forehead against his shoulder.
West’s free hand cupped my cheek, tilting my face to meet his gaze. The tenderness in his eyes nearly undid me. “I know,” he said softly.
“All the times I imagined this…” I said before words got stuck in my throat.
He twisted his wrist on the upward movement, his thumb caressing my slit. “Fuck, West.”
“I know, Drew. It’s so good.”
I felt the familiar tightening in my gut. “West, I’m so?—”
“Me too,” he panted.
I nodded, increasing my pace. Our movements became more frantic, breaths mingling as we chased our release. When it hit, it was like a tidal wave of pleasure washing over me. West’s name fell from my lips and I thought I would jump out of my body from how good it was. He muffled his own cry against my neck before his release joined mine between us.
We held each other through the aftershocks, bodies trembling. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, I lifted my head to meet West’s eyes. The love I saw there made my heart swell.
“That was…” I trailed off, unable to find words adequate enough.
West smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It really was.”
“Take me to bed, West.”
