“Can we start with a good dicking? Because I’m so ready for that.”
I pick him up in a fireman’s lift and carry him to my bed.
“Talk time is over.”
12
CONSTANTINE
“Thank fuck.”
I’m glad I opened up to Julius. He makes me feel safe and capable, like I’m doing a good job. Most of all, he makes me feel wanted, and being wrapped in a fluffy towel with his big arms around me has my heart doing all kinds of dances. Not to mention my dick. He’s more than ready for some fun.
Julius pulls out the drawer in his side table and grabs a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms. I give my cock a couple of long strokes to take the edge off.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Constantine.”
“I’m skinny and long. You’re the gorgeous one. I could lick those arms, and the thought of riding you and painting your abs with my cum…” I bite my lip.
“Keep talking like that and it’ll be me painting you with my cum in about three seconds.”
“Then I guess you better hurry up and get me ready for you.” I pull my knees up and hold them with my hands. With anyone else, I’d feel exposed and vulnerable. With Julius, I want to show off and make it very clear I’m all his.
“Christ, Constantine.”
Julius runs his hand over his face, looking exasperated. What? A guy isn’t supposed to show what he wants? And from the way his cock is standing at attention, all purple and hard, I’d say it’s very much on board with my plan.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Julius’s eyes meet mine and those two dimples I love so much appear.
“All in good time, baby.” He ignores the lube and the condoms and falls face-first onto my ass.
I squirm as he kisses my hole like it’s a competition he has to win. Sweat beads on my forehead. “At this rate, I’m not going to last, and I want to come with you inside me.”
He doesn’t reply or stop licking me, but the sound of the lube cap gives me a measure of relief.
It’s short-lived because, damn, the man can do things with his fingers. He stretches me slowly, teasing my prostate whenever my cock starts to wane, making it rock hard again.
“Julius,” I gasp. “I’m ready. So fucking ready.”
He crawls up my body and kisses me. “You’re ready when I say you’re ready.”
“Am I ready?”
He chuckles. “You so fucking are. Your beautiful hole was made for my cock, and I’m going to show you.”
He pulls back just enough to roll the condom down his length, and then it’s there, pressing against me, seeking entrance.
“Fuck. Fuck. Julius.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll go slow.”
“No, don’t. I need this.”
His eyes search mine. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but doubt isn’t something he’s going to find. I dig my heels into his butt and push him against me.
I hiss as his cock passes through the outer rim.
