I push myself onto my knees. “Didn’t you have sex ed at your old school?”
“Yeah, ages ago.”
It was the same for me, and even though it’s my first time handling a condom outside of health class, I still remember the way to roll it on. I pinch the top and slide the rest with my other hand.
“Thanks,” Jude says.
I lean back, moving the pillow behind my head so I’m comfortable. Jude watches me, stroking himself once. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “All of a sudden, I’m anxious,” he says.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. What if I disappoint you?”
“You won’t,” I promise.
“I’m afraid I’m going to come as soon as I stick it in.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I beckon him with my fingers. “Come here, Jude.”
He does and reaches beside me to grab the other pillow and push it under my ass. Then he takes hold of both of my legs. “You know, I like it when you use my name.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He takes a breath. “Okay. I’m going to put it in now.”
22
Jude: Smug As Hell
This is happening. It’s really happening.
I take a second to compose myself, then grab some more lube. I coat myself in it, then rub some against Aaron’s entrance. The sight of him, legs spread, lips parted, is undeniably hot, but at the same time, I feel a twinge of fear. He’s looking at me with such open, trusting eyes. I don’t want to hurt him.
He widens his legs — he has such nice muscled thighs — and I move closer until the head of my cock brushes against his hole. Anticipation bolts through me, but I don’t miss how Aaron clenches.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He takes a deep breath, then nods. “Yeah. Do it.”
Slowly, I work myself in. As expected, it’s a lot more difficult than two fingers, and I push forward slowly, watching his reactions. Once I’m completely in, he grits his teeth, eyes fluttering close.
Oh shit. I go still. “Aaron?”
He opens his eyes. “Can you kiss me?”
Feeling a wash of relief, I lean down and kiss him. After a few seconds, he relaxes around me as his tongue swirls against mine. It’s so strange how well I know his mouth. How many times have we kissed over the months? Fifty? A hundred? More? His lips feel so familiar and yet so new.
“You can move now,” he whispers.
I lean back so I can see his whole face. His cheeks have started to pink, and there’s moisture at his hairline that could be either sweat or shower water. I move my hips, pulling back before slowly pushing in. It feels incredible, better than anything I’ve ever done, but it’s selfish to focus on that, not when I have Aaron to worry about.
“How is it?” I ask.
His brow furrows and it’s so cute that I want to kiss him again. “I’m getting used to it.”
“Does it feel okay?”
“Yeah? I feel something, but it’s like my prostate’s being sort of stimulated, but not directly. Maybe if you go a little…harder?”
