I watched his every move as he rolled the condom on his heavy shaft and positioned himself between my legs. I never thought I’d beg for another man’s dick, but here I was, dying for it. The full head breached me, and I cried out from the pain. He hesitated.
“Don’t you fucking stop.”
Solemn and intense, he inched in, splitting me in half, until his balls rested against my thighs and I realized he was fully seated. He kissed my trembling lips.
“Okay?”
I grabbed his shoulders, digging into the muscles, slick with sweat. “Yeah. Hurts like fucking hell, but I feel like I need more.”
“Like this?”
He moved, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Fuck yeah, do that again.”
He grinned and bucked his hips in short, shallow thrusts. I rode his dick, and a feral smile curled his lips.
“Fuck me, you should see your face…” He gained more confidence and began to pump into me fast and hard, and I loved every fucking second of it. I grabbed my dick and thumbed the crown, picking up slick to make it easier for me to rub.
“Harder. Yeah. There. Right fuckingthere.” There was no beginning and end to Brenner and me, we were one as we moved together, and I passed the point of no return, my orgasm hitting, breaking me into one single element. Desire. For Brenner. My dick pumped out thick streams of come between us.
Brenner grunted and hammered into me. I reveled in his strength and held on, still breathless and woozy from my climax. His jaw ground tight, and he groaned loud as he came, filling me with heat. With a sigh, he lay on top of me, and I held him close, my face buried in the curve of his neck, tasting his sweat.
“You can’t leave me now,” I whispered.
“I can stay the night, if that’s what you want.” Brenner eased out of me, and I shivered at the emptiness he left behind. He got rid of the condom, and I held out my hand.
“Please.” He slid under the covers, and I curled around him. “Please come with me on Saturday?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll go.”
Relief swept through me. “Thank you. It means everything to me that you’ll be there.”
“You shouldn’t have to face it alone.”
Weariness overtook me, and I closed my eyes. I thought I felt his lips on mine.
**
“Weston. Weston Lively, is this your boyfriend?”
“How long have the two of you been together?”
“Where did you meet?”
“Your father voted down every LGBTQ bill in his state. How does he feel about you and your boyfriend?”
Brenner’s hand in mine, we raced to the car waiting for us by the curb. With the news outlets reporting on our relationship, it was now no longer a guessing game. Brenner and I had been outed in the press, and they were hungry for any sound bites they could get. Sex always sells, and the story of a presidential candidate’s supposedly straight son in a relationship with another man was as juicy as they came. All week we’d managed to duck the media circus by coming and going to the office at different times and staying in my apartment after work. Today, with me meeting Emily, we’d had to emerge, and the vultures had been waiting.
Before we closed the door to the sedan, a microphone was shoved in our faces. “Do you think it’ll hurt your father’s campaign to have a gay son dating a man whose mother was a prostitute and a drug addict?”
“No comment,” I snarled and shut the door in their faces. “Let’s go,” I shouted to the driver, and we took off.
Huddled in the corner, Brenner said nothing for the first few minutes, while I attempted to figure out what I was going to say. But Brenner beat me to it.
“I told you this would happen. I knew they’d use my past against you.”
