“Indeed.” He grinned. He did that a lot more these days—smiled at me. Considering how solemn he could be at other times, his grins made me feel special, like I alone was allowed to peek at his playful side. He unbuttoned his dress shirt, and I followed his cues until we were both in our boxers and lying under the covers, a cozy repeat of the other night.
“Come here,” he ordered, drawing me closer for a much more lingering kiss than the one earlier. He hadn’t worn an undershirt, so his chest was bare. He had a smattering of darkchest hair compared to my thicker reddish fuzz. I couldn’t resist stroking his muscular upper arms as we kissed.
Marshall kissed like he truly wanted to learn what I liked, making happy groans whenever he discovered something new, like how nibbling on my lower lip made me wriggle and clutch his arms. My erection nudged his through the fabric of our boxers.
“Do we need to be careful of your pump?” I asked. I’d caught a glimpse of the pump lurking above the waistband of his boxers on his hip.
“The adhesive on this new brand is pretty strong, but a little caution doesn’t hurt. I usually rotate between my upper arm, thigh, belly, and hip when I change it every couple of days.”
“Good to know.” I moved my caresses to his chest but stayed north of his pump and anything else lower, like his cock. We were both hard, but as Marshall had said, we didn’t need to hurry.
“Cautious doesn’t mean you need to avoid the area completely.” Marshall’s chuckle was a warm rumble against my lips as we traded more kisses.
I could take a hint, so I slowly slid a hand down his stomach to play with his cock through his boxers. He moaned approvingly, so I went ahead and slid it out for easier stroking. His cock reflected his overall build, long and lean, with a tapered, oval head. Feeling wasn’t enough for me, so I kicked free of the covers in order to see as well.
And seeing made me want to taste, saliva gathering in my mouth and lust pooling low in my gut.
“Can I go down on you?” I asked, already sliding lower.
“Please. Just don’t rest your hand on the pump, and we’re good.” He wriggled the rest of the way out of his boxers, and hot damn, was he ever sexy. The room’s low light played up the copper tones in his skin and the definition in his arms andthighs. His cock was uncut with plenty of foreskin to play around with as I resumed jacking him slowly.
Deep-throating wasn’t in my particular skill set, but I liked teasing with my tongue while I stroked, working up to shallow sucking on his cockhead.
“That feels so good.” Marshall’s praise went a long way to embolden me. Maybe I didn’t have to be a champion cocksucker as long as I made this one particular person feel amazing. And judging by his moans, I was doing a decent job of that.
I tightened my grip on his shaft as I sped up my sucking, using my tongue all around his head and underneath, trying to earn even more of those sexy groans and gasps. My own arousal kept ratcheting higher, and I rubbed myself against the bed.
“You’re going to get me off,” he warned with a gentle push at my shoulder. “Want you to come too.”
“Yes.” I was close enough simply from humping the bed that when I slid my other hand underneath me, my whole body tensed along with Marshall’s. I stroked both of us faster, loving the way he strained toward me.
“Oh, Rory.” He shuddered, a geyser of come shooting out over my fist and his thigh. The way he said my name, like I was the most important person in the universe, did it for me.
“Me too,” I managed to gasp before moaning, orgasm overtaking me.
“Wow.” He smiled goofily down at me. “Turns out we’re good at more than just kissing.”
“We are.” I gave a proud grin as I scooted out of the wet spot. “Be right back with a towel.”
I liberated one from his bathroom and returned so we could clean up.
“Come here.” Marshall opened his arms. Snuggling in with him under the covers once more was as natural as breathing.
“That was a pretty awesome first date.” I dropped a kiss on his chest.
“We should do more. Practice makes perfect,” he teased.
“A hundred?” I suggested.
“Way too few,” he scoffed. “You’re stuck with me way longer than that.”
“Excellent.” I made a contented noise. And as I drifted off, I sent up a wish that this might indeed be my last first date ever.
Chapter Six
One Year Later
Rory
