He sighs, pretending to be annoyed. “Fine, I’ll move in with you, but only because you asked so nicely.”
I lift him into my arms and place him on the bed, pulling off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers, and loving the sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric. Sitting back on my heels, I take my time gazing at him, memorizing every inch of his body.
“You look so fucking good, baby,” I murmur, bringing my hands to his thighs and lifting them around my waist as I lower to kiss him.
My cock is so fucking hard it almost hurts against my jeans, so desperate to be back inside him where I belong. Hemoans into our kiss as I grind against him, feeling everything so much more intensely now that he’s out of his jeans.
“I wanted to at least try and take this slow, but I’m so desperate to be inside you,” I groan.
“I… um…” he says, nervously, “I meant what I said downstairs. I haven’t… you know… prepped. I had no idea you were coming here.”
“I know, but when I said I didn’t give a shit, I meant it.”
“I… but what if… you know… it’s bad.”
I nod my head towards the door to the right of us. “I’m guessing that’s a bathroom with a shower?”
He nods in response.
“Then we’ll be fine. Now, I’m gonna fuck you, and I can either fuck your tight little hole, or I can fuck your mouth.” He whimpers at my words. “Personally, I was really looking forward to kissing you while I’m inside you, so my vote is fucking your sweet ass, but it’s your choice, baby.”
“Well when you put it like that,” he moans.
“Good boy,” I smirk, dipping my head to kiss him roughly. “Fuck, being away from you has made me so possessive.”
“I don’t know,” he chuckles, “you were pretty possessive before too.”
“Fair, it’s all you though, I’ve never been like this with anyone else.”
He crosses his ankles behind me and pulls my hips against him, gripping my hair and pulling me into another kiss.
“Tell me that you’re mine,” he says.
“Baby, I’m yours. I’m so yours.”
I claim his mouth, needing to devour him, rocking against him as much as I can without blowing my load in my jeans. Having him in my arms again feels right, the feeling of him wrapped around my body is something I’ll never give up again, not for anything.
“Check the drawer for lube,” he pants.
I lift onto my arms and lean over to the bedside table, the top drawer full of everything you could possibly need for a sex-fueled night. I grab the bottle of lube and notice a box of condoms too.
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” I say, “but I’ll use a condom if I need to, no questions asked.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t need to, there hasn’t been anyone, only you.”
I kiss him again; I couldn’t have blamed him, or been angry or upset with him for being with someone else, but fuck am I happy that he wasn’t. I sit back on my heels and pull his boxers off, loving the whimpers he makes as the fabric brushes against his leaking cock. It stirs that possessive side of me again.
“So fucking happy this tight little virgin hole is still only mine,” I murmur. “Have you been playing with yourself while we’ve been apart?”
The thought of him fingering himself while jerking off makes my cock twitch.
“I… I tried,” he whispers, a blush covering his cheeks. “But it’s not the same.”
“No? You need my fingers to hit that spot and my cock to fill you up, is that right, baby?”
“Mm-hmm,” he whimpers, sounding so needy I could come in my pants.
“Don’t worry, I’m here now, I’m gonna take care of you.”
