“No, let’s go.” His smile was the only thing that kept me from shaking apart. He helped me up and gave me my cane. My ability to walk or not wouldn’t have mattered because he practically dragged me into the bedroom, his strong arms around my waist definitely capable of keeping me safe and upright.
“Drew,” I said quietly as he all but tumbled me onto his bed. He pushed the bags from the store that we hadn’t put away yet off the blankets and cursed. He bent to rifle through them, plastic rustling, until he found what he was looking for—lube. He tossed the tube toward the pillows, and then he came back. Without any discussion, he snagged my boxers and tugged them down my legs. The underwear was casually flung over his shoulder. I was worried about him staring at all of me, but his eyes gleamed with excitement as he ran his hands up my calves, then over my thighs.
“Can I fuck you right now or would you rather wait?” The words spilled out in a rush and his cock strained and leaked. The lamp was off in here, but the door was open and the hall light was on. Shadows cut across his body and face.
“Uh, it’s fine.”
He cocked his head at me. “Do you like that right after you come?”
I shrugged.
“You do, you don’t, or you don’t know?” He kneaded the muscles on my thighs, and then he slid his hands between my legs, which struck me as fucking erotic as he forced them apart a little.
“Whatever you want, I’ll do,” I mumbled. Part of me was still panicking that he was going to be pissed off at me no matter what happened.
Drew laughed and shook his head. “I’m not arguing with you or fighting with you. I’m asking what gets you fired up.”
It seemed like the wrong answer, but I shrugged again. For a second he danced his thumbs on my hip bones, and then he shoved his pants down. My cock tingled, and I moaned as I palmed myself when he stood there naked. There was the bandage on his leg, and I worried about it, but he didn’t seem to be giving anything but me a thought. I scooted up until my head was on a pillow, and he came back to me, gently rubbing his hands along my inner thighs. I sucked in a breath as he planted his knees on the bed, then settled his weight on top of me, covering me with his thick muscles and hard body. Sighing, I wrapped a leg around him.
“You’re not going to be able to fuck me this way. My back’s twinging already.”
“Shh, okay. I won’t hurt you. I want to see you right now, though.” He cupped my face in his hands, and I felt happy and silly at the same time as he kissed me, swiping his tongue into my mouth. “Okay, facts.”
The bed squeaked under our weight as he shifted and carefully rutted against me, which left my mind reeling and my body straining toward him. “Yeah?”
“You’re no virgin.”
“No,” I said with a smile that left me feeling sick.
“But you don’t seem to have any idea what you like.”
My chest heaved and I had trouble sucking in a breath. He ran his hand along my thigh and up to my knee, rocking his body against mine. My cock plumped and pulsed and I moaned at the sensations he caused. “I like to come.”
“There’s more to it than that.” He stared too long, and I felt so much more exposed than I had when he’d taken off my boxers.
“I don’t want to talk about it all right now,” I said, feeling myself edging toward mean but not wanting to go there with Drew.
His mouth thinned. “Do you like to bottom?”
“Yes, I think so,” I muttered.
“Hm. That’s not good enough.” His smile was warm as he leaned in for another kiss. Distantly it registered that he was fiddling around one-handed with the lube. There was asnick. He raised up on his knees, and next thing I knew, his fingers were pressing against my hole. I tensed and tried not to do it. He took his time, though, as he swirled and toyed with me there. I spread my legs wider because I wanted it when he finally slipped into my body. This sweet sense of anticipation wasn’t what I’d expected.
“Before, I always told them to just do it,” I muttered.
“Them who?” Drew twisted his fingers in my ass. I checked to make sure I wasn’t pissing him off by running my mouth about other people, but he only seemed to want me to keep talking.
“I… there were a couple of men I paid.”
He nodded, and I half expected him to get up and leave. Most people wouldn’t pay for sex and had some serious opinions on the subject, but he only crooked his fingers until he hit a spot in my ass that had my toes curling. My body flashed hot and my head was dizzy. My face was too warm. I clutched at those thick arms of his, but it didn’t make anything better. My cock throbbed in pleasure as I rubbed up against his stomach, and he let out a happy little sound.
“There we are. I’m not someone who wants to hurt you or doesn’t know you, Peter,” he whispered in my ear, then kissed right behind it. I shivered, and he spent some time working my ear over. The warm gust of his breath had me bowing off the bed. My back twinged in a bad way and I grunted. “Talk to me.”
“My back.”
He nodded, and I was disappointed when he removed his magic fingers.
“Don’t go,” I mumbled.
