“Shit,” he wheezed as he flopped back onto the couch, his hand letting go of my hair with a sudden snap of his wrist. “Fuck, sorry.”
Pulling off his dick with a chuckle, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing for.”
“I got a little rough there,” he said, his face flushed amid a worried frown.
“Dom,” I told him, trying to be soothing. “You didn’t hurt me, don’t worry. All that told me was that I was doing my job well.”
“Fuck me,” he muttered, reaching out to run his hand down the side of my head. “You really weren’t kidding about having gotten better. No offense to you back in the day, but Christ, I can’t remember the last time someone practically sucked my soul out through my dick. Are you able to do that every time?”
“I’m fairly certain I can replicate what I just did, yes,” I said with a laugh.
“Goddamn, that was...amazing,” he said, letting out a heavy sigh. “I can feel it buzzing through all of me. I mean fuck, I know it’s been a little while since I had some fun, but?—”
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“Why has it been a while?”
“I...haven’t felt like it,” he said with a shrug that told me he wasn’t comfortable with the topic. I was still curious to know, but I wasn’t willing to ruin the mood for the sake of my curiosity. I would just have to bring it up another time and see if he was more comfortable then. “Certainly feel like it now though.”
“Even now?” I asked, reaching down to stroke myself through my shorts.
His eyes locked onto me. “You’re really going to ask me to follow that act?”
“There are...other ways,” I said and then thought a moment with a wince. “With a caveat.”
“If this is your way of asking me to fuck you, you’re going to need to give me a minute,” he said, looking me over. “Which is a yes, by the way. A definite yes.”
“Nice to see your unique recovery period is still intact.”
“Not always, gets less and less reliable as I get older,” he chuckled. “But even though I feel like I could use a nap right now, I can feel it. I can definitely fuck you.”
“Which is where the caveat comes in.”
“The...what do you mean?”
“If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t even begin to entertain the idea because...no,” I said firmly. “But when I stocked this house, it was with the understanding that I’d be staying here alone, so I stocked accordingly.”
“Okay, what’s that mean?”
“Lube, but no condoms. I never intended on sleeping with anyone here, trying to corral this circus into something presentable.”
“Oh,” he said, frowning. “Are you like...worried about me or something? I have to get tested all the time, part of the rules.”
I blinked. “You know, not for a minute did I consider that you were the problem.”
“Okay...then what?”
“I haven’t slept with anyone bareback.”
“Uh...I remember we never bothered with condoms because we were both virgins and knew we weren’t going to fuck around on each other.”
“Fine, I haven’t slept with anyone bareback since you.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
