I’m very pleasantly surprised when he grabs my hand to drag me there, that he seems as eager for this as I am, even if he’s struggling with the idea of me actually wanting to date him.
Since learning more about his life growing up, that his parents only really paid attention to him when he was doing chores or other things for them, I’ve wondered if his overly helpful nature might be in response to some insecurity about not feeling wanted, that he feels like he needs to prove himself as useful in order for people to want him around. I hadn’t considered his insecurities might go beyond that, that it could also translate into him not believing that I want to date him, but I’m proud of him for being so honest, for standing up for what he knows he deserves.
I hate that he questions my motives, but I get it. He has done so much to help me, but those things aren’t why I want to be with him. I’ve wanted him by my side through everything the last few months because his presence makes everything better, because being around him in general makes me happier. I hope he hasn’t felt like I was taking advantage of his kindness. I’m determined to prove to him that I want him without him having to do anything to earn that.
“I won’t know what I’m doing,” I warn him when we get into his room.
He smirks. “Do you want me to go first? I can blow you, and then if you still want to try it, you can copy me.”
As nice as that sounds, I think I need to start proving to himthat he doesn’t need to give in order to receive, so I shake my head. “No, I want to blow you. You can talk me through it if I do something wrong or if I can do something better, but I didn’t get to touch your dick at all last night. I want to do it now, if that’s alright.”
He’s still smiling. “During this arrangement, you don’t need to ask to touch my dick. I give you full permission.”
“Same with mine.”
“And if you want my cock in your mouth, I’m sure whatever you do will be great,” he assures me as he takes off his clothes.
“Perfect,” I say on an exhale, half in response to his comment, half in reaction to his naked body on display for me. How did I go so long without realizing I’m attracted to him? To the male body in general, I guess. His toned muscles on his slim frame are fascinating. The curve of his dick is something I’ll be fantasizing about for the rest of my life. I’m already uncomfortably hard just from staring at him, but I could do it all day. I want to memorize every little detail that makes up the man who has quickly become my favorite person.
Last night was absolutely perfect, but I’m excited I get to actually touch his dick this time. I’ve spent the last few months wondering what it would be like to be with another man, to hold someone else’s cock in my hand. Yesterday confirmed that the real deal is so much better than I’d even imagined, way more enjoyable than any of the toys I’ve tried. It only made me more eager to do other things too.
He lays down on the bed, lounging back against the pillows.
I’m still fully dressed, too distracted by him being naked to have removed anything. “Should I get naked first?” I ask him, unsure why it feels like I need his permission, but I kind of like it, so I go with it.
“No,” he replies firmly. “I don’t want you to be able to touch yourself. I want to be the one tomake you come.”
My dick jerks a little at that, and I don’t argue. I climb onto the bed so I’m kneeling next to his waist. His cock is swollen, and now that he’s laying back, that damn curve is pointing up toward his abs in the most enticing way. I try to channel some of Adrian’s confidence as I reach out and run my finger along his shaft, loving the silky smooth feel of him. It’s so easy to imagine what each motion would feel like on my own dick as I wrap my fingers around him, twisting as I move up and down, and thinking about what I like makes this even hotter.
I spit in my hand before bringing it back to his tip, slowly spreading it down and back up, adding more until the entire thing is coated with it so I can easily twist and squeeze as I enjoy the feel of him in my hand.
“Fuck, Hudson, that feels really fucking good. And the look on your face right now is so hot. If you don’t want me in your mouth tonight, just keep doing that and I’ll come soon,” he warns.
“No, I do!” I let go, and he groans. “Sorry, I just got a little distracted playing.”
He smiles indulgently at me, dimples driving me wild. “Don’t apologize. Like I said, you can play whenever you’d like.”
“Thanks,” I say with a wink before I turn back to his erection. The tip is leaking now, and I go for it. Using one hand to steady the base, I lean in and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. The taste isn’t unpleasant, and the soft texture as I suck surprises me in the best way.
I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so I pull off to lick up and down his shaft, around the head, exploring each part to see what earns the biggest reaction from him. Each noise he makes feels like praise, turning me on even more. I suck him into my mouth again, fitting more of him in on this attempt, and his hips shift up so he bumps the back of my throat, making me gag a little around him, but even that was really hot, thinking about how far he must be inside of me to get that reaction.
“Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!” he apologizes. “That feels so good. It’s really hard to remember you haven’t done this.”
I pull off to respond, a huge smile on my face. “That’s awesome! Don’t remember, do whatever you want. It’s so hot when you take control, and I don’t have to think about if I'm doing everything right.”
He eyes me skeptically. “You didn't mind gagging?”
I shake my head enthusiastically, working him in my hand while we talk. “That was hot too. I’m pretty sure my pants are going to be ruined with how much I’m already leaking.”
“Do you really want me to take over? To fuck your face?”
I don’t even need to think about it as my dick jerks again. “Yes. That, please.”
“Well, if you’re going to ask me so nicely…” he teases, grabbing my hair and guiding my mouth back onto his cock. “But make a fist and put it on my thigh. If your hand relaxes, or you tap me or move it at all, I’ll stop, okay? Show me.”
I do as he says, putting my fist on his thigh, tapping, and returning it to that same spot. “God, you’re perfect,” he mutters under his breath so lowly that I don’t know if he meant for me to hear. But I did.
And I fucking loved it.
