Reaching for him, I bring him back to my lap. He adjusts me, putting my dick behind him so it stretches along his crack to hislower back. I wrap my hands around his cock, my thumb over his slit as if I’m plugging the top of a bottle.
His eyes are half-closed as he looks at me, filled with heat and desire. Reaching behind him, Torin grips my dick and holds it to his body with the base of his hand. He shifts his ass out and rubs my cock through his ass cheeks. His free hand is braced beside my head on the couch, our mouths hovering together. A breath away. Eyes locked.
That’s how we stay. Rubbing against each other. Breathing heavy. I grip his thigh, wanting him closer. I’m not sure how much closer. How I’d even try that.
But I need it.
“Torin,” I groan, biting his bottom lip and sucking on it. He moans. “I want to be in your body.”
A shiver runs over his body. I feel the gooseflesh under my hand. “You do?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Yeah. I think I’m ready.”
“I would rather you be sure.”
My mouth covers his and I kiss him. Needing him to feel that I’m sure. Even if I’m nervous. “Yes,” I say into his mouth. “I’m sure. Let’s have sex.”
Torin groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “I’m going to get ready then. In the bathroom.” His eyes flicker down. “It’s going to take a few minutes. Will you still be hard for me when I come back?”
My body shudders in anticipation and I nod. “I’m always hard for you.”
He smiles and kisses me. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I nod as he climbs off my body and disappears behind the only door in the space besides the one that leads out of his apartment—his bathroom. My hand grips my cock, squeezing it to calm down. I hear the shower turn on and tilt my head. What is he doing?
It’s more than a few minutes before he comes out. I’m practically panting with need at this point, as I’ve been working myself up in my head. Torin sets a towel on the arm of the couch next to me and kneels between my legs as he tosses a tube of lube onto the couch. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, filled with hunger.
“You’re still hard,” he muses.
I nod. That’s all I can do as his hand replaces mine around my cock. My head disappears into his hot, wet mouth, making me grunt. He doesn’t suck me for long, just a few minutes. Taking me to the back of his throat and back.
Then he’s opening a condom and rolling it down my cock. I watch, mesmerized as it stretches over me. It’s fucking tight. But not overly uncomfortable. He covers it with lube and then climbs back onto my lap.
My heart races, pounding like drums.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod.
“We don’t have to do this.”
“Don’t I need to stretch you first?” I ask.
Torin grins. “That’s what I was doing in the bathroom. Getting ready for you. And clean.”
“Oh.” My eyes drop between us. I can’t see his ass, but I’m ridiculously interested in this.
“I’ll let you help next time if you want to.”
I nod. “I want to.”
“Okay.” He has my cock between us, standing up like a really fat flagpole. “Hold yourself up,” he tells me. I reach for the base of my cock to keep myself in place. Then his hand goes to my head and he pushes me against his hole.
My breath catches and he pauses. “You sure, Hugo?”
I nod resolutely. Desperately. “I just… I’ve been so scared of the potential outcomes of sex for so long,” I confide.
Torin lets go of my cock and wraps his arms around my neck. “I can’t get pregnant. Promise.”
