There was nothing but skin between us, and I didn’t know what to do with that. My body thrummed with desire. I wanted to touch him everywhere. But I didn’t know how. I mean, I knew how, but Gus was so ridiculously gorgeous, I didn’t know where to start. And I was scared too. I hadn’t been sober and naked with someone in so long, I couldn’t remember it. Gus hooked up all the time, with dudes who had more going for them than chronic pain and a grumpy cat. Scratch that, an awesome cat, but still, that didn’t make me a sex god like Gus.
I stared at his dick. He sat back, leaning against the couch, and let me. Relaxed. Casual. All the while my blood roared in my ears.
“Billy.”
I blinked. “Yeah?”
Gus beckoned me closer and reached for my hand. He tugged me onto his lap, so I was straddling him in real life and not just in my skittish dirty mind. “Stop worrying,” he said. “I heard you when you said you weren’t ready to fuck. We don’t have to do anything, and we can stop whenever you say the word.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
“That’s fine too. More than fine. Just relax, okay? Stop thinking. It’ll only get us in trouble.”
I wondered if he was talking about himself too. If he meant he’d stopped thinking so he couldn’t contemplate what on earth we were doing crawling around his living room floor with no clothes on. But as I settled on top of him, and his dick dug into my back, his advice was abruptly easier to follow. I kissed him. And he kissed me. My hips began a slow grind back and forth, rubbing my cock along the ridges and bumps of his abdomen. The friction was unreal, and then I felt new pressure behind me, as Gus rolled his pelvis too, sliding his dick up and down my spine.
It was a perfect fit, and I couldn’t help imagining that we were fucking, that he was crammed inside me, and I was kissing him as pleasure unfurled in my gut. I moaned into his mouth, and he dug his fingers into my flesh.
“You’re going to make me come,” he whispered. “Like this, just by kissing me. Now do you believe me when I tell you you’re beautiful?”
I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his dick, squeezed his hot satin length, and revelled in his answering groan. “Show me.”
Gus made another noise low in his throat. I palmed him again, then let go, and reclaimed his mouth. More heat swept over me. The cadence we’d set derailed, and I thrust against him, chasing release. Gus’s breathing hitched. He choked out a warning and came with a ragged sound that sent me into free fall.
I shuddered against him and came with a protracted shiver that left me dizzy. Wet warmth painted Gus’s belly, his chest, and even his neck. I slid my hands through it, and kissed him over and over until I ran out of breath.
Gus wrapped his arms around me, tight enough to ground me, but not so tight I lost my fucking mind, if I hadn’t already.
He didn’t speak, just held me, and falling asleep right there, on the floor, was the best thing in the world.
