“So, what happens between a fun fling and a future therapy session?” I finally ask, caving to the discomfort.
“I don’t know. What do you want to happen between the two?” His eyes narrow.
It feels like a game of chicken.
Who’s going to break first. Who’s going to ask the question that’s been circling in my mind for the last two days.
I take a deep breath and exhale before continuing.
“Well, some would say a relationship.”
“Do you want to be in a relationship?” His eyes widen.
“Do you?” I start to fidget, moving my legs restlessly to fight off the butterflies forming in my stomach.
“Well, I wouldn’tnotwant to be in a relationship with you,” he says, skirting the question.
One of us has to jump in the deep end, and my anxiety is getting the better of me.
“So does that mean you want to be my boyfriend?” I push myself upright to stop my legs from fidgeting and swing around to face him, crossing my legs.
“Do you want to be mine?” he asks, lifting himself upright.
The tension bubbles up in my chest.
Just jump in.
Just.
Jump.
In.
I take another deep breath, and blurt out the words.
“I do.”
The smile across his face as he pulls at my hoodie, drawing me over to him, sets off a confetti cannon inside. Pure euphoria floods my body as he saysI do too, before pulling me on top of his chest to kiss me.
There’s a softness to him that I haven’t experienced before as he removes his hands from my hips and pulls up the hoodie. I extend my hands upward as he flings it off, back toward the window.
The lust and intensity of our usual encounters is replaced by a tenderness. He gently lays me down on my back and lowers himself down across my body. His mouth skips across my chest and abs as he pulls down my shorts and briefs, and his tongue greets the tip of my cock.
My whole body tingles in pleasure as he circles the tip, while the palm of his hand cups my balls and he stimulates my hole with his finger. His tongue is the ultimate weapon to disarm me, rendering me completely useless.
His tongue makes its way down from my cock to my hole as he lifts my legs upward. He makes me moan as he circles my hole in clockwise movements, before spitting on it and thrusting his tongue in and out. He buries his mouth deep, his five-o-clock shadow rubbing up against my ass cheeks.
“I want you inside of me,” I say, unable to take any more teasing.
His head comes up between my legs as he rests them on his shoulders.
“I don’t have lube with me,” he says.
“Just spit on your cock and go slow,” I say, eager to feel him inside me.
My eyes widen as he follows my command. He grabs both my legs as he spits on his hand, rubbing his right hand over his cock and then slowly guiding himself inside.
I push against his leg to slow him down as I adjust to the pain and allow my ass to loosen up.
