I looked up at him. Staring at his mouth had me overheated, but meeting his gaze, the heat was different, less lusty, and more shy even though his dick was pressed against mine and the orgasm that was still bubbling at the base of my spine threatened to go off at any moment. I was so fucking removed from being a virgin, but that was how Brock made me feel.
“What did you assume?” I asked.
I thought I knew, but he’d surprised me so fucking much in the last few months that I couldn’t be sure.
“That you’re straight.”
I sighed. “I was, or I thought I was, until that night with Carly. But when I came, it was your name that got stuck in my throat. Not hers.”
The confession was so low I didn’t know if he’d heard me.
“Same. Seeing you come pushed me over the edge,” Brock said. His hands brushed the hair off my forehead. “Hopefully she wasn’t disappointed with us both more into each other than her.”
I didn’t want to talk about Carly, because I didn’t want to explain to Brock what happened earlier in the week, so I said, “Wanna get in bed and discuss this op a bit more?”
Brock laughed as he knee-walked backward, pulling me along with him. “Sounds like a game plan. What else do you need to know?”
I sucked in a breath as he pulled me back into his arms, and our cocks slotted in next to one another like they were meant to be there.
“The rules,” I gasped as Brock rained kisses along my collarbone.
“What rules?” he asked as his mouth moved up my neck to that fucking spot below my ear that felt like it was a fucking trigger for my cock.
“Gahh! Umm, fuck!”
He’d wrapped his hand around my cock. Did he really think I would be able to fucking answer him?
Brock continued stroking me, but not with enough firmness to do more than tease me. He murmured against my neck, “Hmm, rules? The only rule I can think of is the one that says I want this big, gorgeous cock of yours in my ass as soon as you’re up for it.”
I pushed him away from my neck so I could look at him.
“You…um, you like that? You’re a big guy. I figured you’d like it the other way,” I said bashfully.
Brock chuckled. “Don’t mistake size for role. Same as you wouldn’t mistake size for strength or ability. Liking a dick in my ass shouldn’t be off-limits because I’m a mini-giant.” He tugged at my dick. “Plus, this is a work of fucking art. Long and thick with a big head that’s sure to choke the shit out of me when you shove it down my throat or peg my prostate without fail.”
I gasped at the dirty talk. Lust flashed through me. I wanted all that and more.
Jesus, who knew that shit could be such a fucking turn-on?
“Yes,” I gasped. “All that.”
My breaths were short and harsh, made worse when Brock wrapped an arm around my waist and dropped me to the bed on my back. He followed me down, swallowing my gasp as he kissed me deeply. His tongue delved into the recesses of my mouth, brushing and caressing every inch.
I buried my hands in his hair, jerking his mouth from mine.
“Quit stalling,” I growled. “I feel like I’ve been hard for hours.”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? How much I’ve fantasized about being in your arms?” Brock asked, his voice husky and his eyes shiny.
I touched his nose with mine as I gazed into those gorgeous blue eyes. “How… Why did it take me so long to see what was standing right beside me all this time?”
Brock kissed me, grinding his dick into my groin, forcing my cock into his.
I gasped as he whispered, “I’m just glad you’re seeing it now.”
Another deep kiss, some more grinding, and I was getting close.
Brock asked against my lips, “Do you have lube?”
