I rolled in Gabe’s arms, lifting my hand to his face. His jaw was rough with a few days’ worth of stubble, but I loved that rasp against my palm. Shifting closer, I noticed his eyes narrow on me. His breathing sped up and grew shallow.
“I want to try something tonight, Gabe,” I whispered before sealing my mouth over his. His lips parted on a surprised sigh, and I allowed my tongue to enter his mouth. He tasted like the bubble gum toothpaste he still used, despite the flack he caught for using kids’ toothpaste. His distaste for anything mint was adorable—just one more facet of his personality which endeared him to me.
Gabe moaned as I deepened the kiss, pressing our bodies together, writhing against his erection. The more noise he made, the more emboldened I became to do what he’d once suggested and take control.
Gabe’s hands dipped inside my pajama pants, massaging my ass as we rutted against one another. Unlike the first times we fooled around, tonight there was no anxiety, only anticipation for what was to come. I hadn’t planned on our first time going all the way to be make-up sex, but it seemed fitting. A commitment to one another that, no matter what life threw our way, we could come together at the end of the day and still love each other.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from Gabe and rolled over. I fumbled to open the top drawer of the dresser beside the bed and pulled out the bottle of lube and a condom. We’d talked about going without rubbers, but going bare was something I couldn’t bring myself to do with anyone, even though I knew neither of us had been with anyone. Gabe, as typical for him, assured me he was fine, that the presence or absence of a piece of latex didn’t diminish what we felt for one another. I handed the supplies to Gabe, laughing at his astonishment.
“Trev, we don’t have to rush this,” he told me, the same as he did every time. It had been sweet at first, but now it was annoying.
“I’m pretty sure what we’ve done is the opposite of rushing anything,” I told him, as I brazenly reached over and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “We’ve known one another for our entire lives. We dated in secret for a year. We’ve been in college for a few months now. When you think about it, our relationship has been moving at a glacial pace.”
“Well, when you put it that way….” Gabe rolled, flipping me onto my back so he could straddle my thighs. “Do you have any clue how hard it’s been for me to resist bending you over to claim you?”
“Claim me? Are we in some Regency romance right now?” I teased. I’d never thought laughing would be a part of sex, but it turned out it was my favorite part?—okay, one of my favorite parts. The orgasms were damn amazing.
“I’m going to ignore the fact that my boyfriend knows what a Regency romance is.” His hands roamed my chest as he bent down to kiss me again. He ground our dicks together. This was familiar. I wanted new and exciting.
I felt around on the bed and handed him the bottle of lube. “Please, Gabe… want more tonight.”
“Tell me,” Gabe pleaded, already moving off my legs. He stripped quickly before returning to pull down my pajama pants and briefs. Even though I knew he couldn’t see much in the darkness, I felt exposed to him in a way I never had before. Not when he saw me at my worst and took care of me through sicknesses. Not the first time we’d been intimate. Not through shared showers. Tonight felt different. Raw. And I couldn’t wait for what came next.
“You’re not saying anything, Trev.” He straddled me again, lifting his body to limit the contact against my skin. He was trying to drive me out of my mind, and it was working. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
My cheeks burned hotly enough I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were glowing. Gabe was the master of dirty talk, not me. I’d always tried so hard to stay respectful and proper, I wasn’t sure I could even utter the words to express my fantasies.
“Tell me, babe, or I’m not doing anything.” I pressed my hands against his back and tried to pull him down against me. If I could feel the heat of his body against mine, it’d bolster my confidence, make me forget my embarrassment. But Gabe had always been stronger than me, and he held firm.
I mumbled something, hoping it’d be enough to spur him into action. Instead, it only fueled him to taunt me more. He bent down, nipping my earlobe. “I can’t hear you. What was that?”
“Want you inside me,” I repeated.
“I don’t think that’s good enough, babe.” He took my dick in his hand, stroking slowly. Lightly. It wasn’t enough. I cried out as he dragged his thumb over my slit. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I hissed out, arching into his touch. “More. Need more, Gabe.”
“I’ll give you what you need.”
Every stroke drew me closer to the pinnacle, closer to losing control. Right before I blew, he stopped and instructed me to roll over. Now we were getting somewhere.
Gabe continued his ministrations, squeezing my butt in his hands. Cool air teased me as he parted my cheeks and my hole clenched.
“God, I never would’ve thought an ass could be this sexy.” His thumbs grazed against my hole and I had to stop myself from pressing back against him. “You never fail to amaze me, Trevor. Every time I see you like this, it makes me feel ten feet tall. Seeing how you need me, knowing you want me as much as I want you. It’s addictive.”
The talk was nice, great even, but tonight I wanted my man of action. The next time his fingers neared my entrance, I pushed back against them.
Gabe chuckled and pressed a kiss to the small of my back. His lips traveled lower and I flinched when I felt him kissing his way down my crack. Rimming was something I’d read about and seen but didn’t think I’d enjoy. It was too… strange to think of anyone burying their face there. But as Gabe’s mouth continued its journey, I found myself desperate for his tongue against my hole.
I rocked back, pressing my ass to his face, begging him to keep going. Pleading with him to give me his tongue. He dug his fingers into my hips to still me. “I’ve got you. There’s no need to hurry, and I want to take my time. Want to remember everything about tonight with you.”
My heart melted. He wasn’t always the best with words, but the past few months had proven to me he’d been holding back. When compelled, he knew how to find the exact words in any situation.
“Do something,” I begged. “Need to feel you. Want you inside me.”
Gabe groaned. “You’re killing me. I’m trying to be sweet and take my time with you.”
“Don’t need sweet. Need your dick.” I wasn’t sure who was more taken aback by my brazen demand, but I couldn’t bring myself to be ashamed. I did want him. He wanted me to tell him what I wanted. Him turning me on to the point I lost my inhibitions was a blessing.
