17
AARYN
I’ve managed to mostly put the oven thing out of my mind by the time we settle down to watch a movie a few nights later. I get comfy in one corner of the sofa as Errol comes over and puts a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. I’m expecting him to sit down next to me, but he catches me by surprise when he flops down and drops his head into my lap.
It startles me, making me jump a little. Errol looks embarrassed. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to —I wasn’t trying to drop a hint about wanting to suck your dick again.”
“You weren’t?” I say, making a face of mock disappointment.
He grins. “Nope. If I want to suck your dick again, I’ll just come out and ask.”
I snicker. “Fair enough.” Hopefully he’ll ask soon. I guessIcould always askhim. The thought feels like a novelty. I turn it over in my mind as I absently run my fingers through Errol’s hair.
He lets out a purr of appreciation. “You’re gonna put me to sleep if you keep doing that,” he murmurs.
“You start snoring, I’m tickling you.” I found out back in high school that Errol has a practically feral aversion to tickling.
“Try it and I will take you out,” he warns.
“Pfft. Really? You think you could take me?” It’s funny becauseof coursehe could.
A smirk flashes across his face. “Try me, Stud.”
I hold a hand out above his belly and flutter my fingers. Errol flinches, throwing an arm over his torso in a defensive posture. His eyes are glittering. “Don’t you dare.”
So, of course I do. Errol swings himself upright and grapples with me, swiftly gaining the upper hand and pulling both of us onto the floor. He grins down at me pinned beneath him. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is tousled and his eyes are bright.
His smirk returns. Before I can ask what’s so funny, he leans over my face, shocking me when he licks up the length of my cheek.
“Hey!” I squirm underneath Errol as he snickers. “What the hell was that for?”
“You’re mine,” he says saucily.
“What?” I frown, which makes him start laughing.
“I licked you. So you’re mine.”
At that moment, the energy between us shifts. There’s a tension, a crackling electricity in the air between us that hints at the promise of something more.
Even though we sucked each other off the other day, I don’t know how to verbalize this. I haven’t acquired the vocabulary —or the guts —to just ask. But Errol has.
He hops off me and holds out a hand to pull me to my feet. “Would you ever want to… explore any further? I don’t want to push you before you’re ready —orifyou’re ready. But, um, I’d really like to have sex with you.” I frown and he adds hurriedly, “No pressure — I promise! I know this is all new for you and I don’t want you to feel weird.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “Um, think you’d be comfy watching that movie on my tablet in my bed?”
His grin couldn’t be any wider. “I sure do.”
The movie isn’t as good as the trailer, which is a perfectly good explanation for why Errol and I are naked all of fifteen minutes later.
“C’mere.” He scoots close enough that he can wrap his hand around both of our dicks. When he drips lube over them, I can’t hold back a moan at how unexpectedly hot it is to see our two slicked-up cocks rubbing together.
I’d never worried about my dick size too much before, but insecurity has been gnawing at me lately. And by lately, I mean ever since I walked in on Eliza getting plowed by that douchebag Tyler. Her begging him to fuck her with his big dick is still an echo in the back of my mind that won’t go away. Maybe she was just saying that to stroke his ego. But still — she never said those words tome.
Even if I didn’t have the benefit of a side-by-side comparison and the not-at-all-distant memory of my lips stretching around his swollen cockhead, it would be impossible not to notice that Errol’s dick is definitely bigger than mine. So I’m bracing myself for a wave of shame or resentment at the sight of our cocks together like this. But there isn’t any of that.
“Fuck, that looks good,” I murmur. Between the warmth of Errol’s hand and the heat of his dick pressed up against mine, I’m trying not to lose control and blow my load right here and now, becausethatwould be mortifying.
He’s been watching his hand fisting our cocks, but he glances at my face. “Yeah? Do you like this?”
