“Not before we come.”
It was Micah’s turn to snort out a laugh, but his mirth didn’t last long. He let me grind down on him for a moment longer, then he moved like a snake and flipped me over.
I hit the mattress and opened my legs for him. He rolled a condom on and slicked lube over the top, balancing on his good knee. “I don’t know how good I’m gonna be at this,” he said.
A laugh burst free of my tight chest. “Are you serious? We’ve had, like, a lifetime of foreplay. I’m gonna bust in ten seconds flat.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Micah loomed over me and dropped down for a kiss. Our lips met over and over and over until there were no words left. Micah rubbed lube into me, working me open with gently shaking fingers. I smiled. “You’ve never done that before, to anyone.”
He shrugged. “I never cared enough. And there’s a lot of things I’ve never done. You know you’re the first boy I ever kissed?”
“Yeah, you said.” The privilege of it added to the glow blooming in my stomach. God knew how many dudes Micah had picked up on Grindr over the years, but as he aligned our bodies and eased inside me, I knew with absolute certainty that he’d never gazed at anyone the way he gazed at me then. As if he was drinking me in, forever mapping every facet of me.
Micah had a big dick, and I hadn’t been with anyone since last spring—a misguided hook-up of my own; a clumsy fumble that had underscored the crush I had on my new roommate. My body stretched and burned, but I welcomed the discomfort and let the pain add to the thrill of Micah sliding inside me.
Pain turned to pleasure. I tightened my legs around Micah and held him still.
“Am I hurting you?” he whispered.
I grinned. “Nah. I like it.”
“Always knew you were a dirty bastard.”
“Can’t deny it.”
“Uh-huh.” Micah thrust his hips, his aim perfect considering he was holding this shit down with one leg. “Tell me what you want then. You like it hard?”
“I like it all.”
“All?”
“Yeah.”
Still moving inside me, building up to a killer rhythm, his sex-hazed stare grew thoughtful, but it was gone before I could question it, erased by the inferno he was stoking with his cock.
The time for talk was over. Micah fucked me until his leg gave out, then I rolled him over and rode him, staring down at him, transfixed by his every ragged breath, his flushed skin, and the possessive glint in his eyes. I was on top, but there was no doubt he was owning me. He gripped my hip with one hand and slammed the other down on my shoulder, controlling the pace as he thrust up into me. My cock bounced between us, so hard it hurt. I gripped it and squeezed, and combined with the sensation of Micah surging inside me, I was done.
Orgasm ambushed me. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
Micah groaned and drove into me like a piston. He swelled inside me and pulled my head down so his lips reached my ear. “Do it. Come with me.”
I didn’t need telling twice. My self-control and stamina was at an all-time low, and as Micah fell apart beneath me, white noise filled my head, and I came harder than I could ever remember.
Micah came with a gravelly moan, clutching me to him, his fingers tangled in my hair. He was breathing so hard I thought something was wrong. Then he pulled back and smiled at me, and I knew that even with whatever giant bumps in the road we came across, everything was going to be okay.
Aftershocks rattled through me. I wanted him inside me forever, but Micah didn’t have a bionic dick. He slipped out of me. I sighed at the loss, but his arms around me softened the blow.
His mouth on my neck, my jaw, my lips was even better. He kissed me like the very first time and rolled me reverently onto my back. “I love you.”
I stroked my thumb over his cheekbone. “I love you, too.”
* * *
Micah fell asleep again.
