“Stay with me, Matt,” he urged as he pressed his finger between my cheeks. “We’ll get there, but not when I’m this turned on. I’m gonna make it good for you because it’s going to be the last time you have a first time with anyone.”
The sarcastic retort got stuck in my throat. Everything hit different when I was with Brandon. If any other guy had uttered such cheesy nonsense, I’d have lost my wood and bailed. But with Brandon, there was no doubting his sincerity.
And fuck, I wanted him to be my last first.
I lifted up long enough to yank down my boxers. As I tugged on his briefs, Brandon arched off the bed. It was an awkward jumble of limbs as I got both of us naked, but soon enough, I was back where I belonged. My cock leaked almost enough to slick the way as I took both of our erections in my hands and started stroking us. Brandon thrust into my hand. The heat of his length felt like fire branding mine. “So good, Matt. Fuck, this is perfect.”
He’d forgotten about the ass play, but I couldn’t say I minded. I didn’t want anything distracting me from watching his body flex and twitch as I jerked us faster. The tendons in his neck bulged as he strained, writhing off the bed. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and that was a damned good thing because I was determined to go after him.
“Come for me, Brandon,” I urged him when it seemed like he had the same idea I had. No way in hell was I getting into a game of orgasm chicken with him. Mostly because that fucker had more patience than just about anyone I knew. It was killing him to hold back, and yet he was. “Show me how good this feels. Come all over my hand.”
That made Brandon lose it. His cock thickened in my hand before thick ropes of cum coated my fist. With the added lubrication and the smell of his release heavy in the air, it was impossible for me to hold back. Two more strokes was all it took before my spunk mixed with his.
I flopped down on top of him, panting as I tried to catch my breath. The cum between us was already drying, but I wouldn’t have moved if someone had threatened me with bodily harm. Lying on Brandon’s chest while we both tried to remember how to breathe was my new favorite place.
“That…was amazing,” Brandon panted. “You can wake me like that anytime.”
“Just remember you said that.” I wished I’d gotten his offer on video. I was definitely going to take him up on it if I ever woke up before him, and he’d no doubt insist he hadn’t said it.
“You can’t hold post-orgasm statements against me,” he protested.
“Watch me.”
We wound up drifting back to sleep and, at some point, I’d slid to Brandon’s side. The next time I awoke, it was with Brandon’s fingers combing through my hair. I looked up at him through sleepy, hooded eyes. “I could really get used to this.”
“Same,” he agreed. “But I’m going to have to get going soon. Mom’s already texted me a few times.”
“Oh.” My heart dropped. I knew I couldn’t monopolize all of his time, but I’d at least thought we could spend one more day together before reality set in. I sat up and swung my feet over the edge of the bed. I didn’t want him to see how petulant I was being just because his family dared to want some time with him while we were home.
“Hey, what’s going on?” The mattress dipped and I swayed. Brandon wrapped his arms around me from behind and started kissing the back of my neck. “I’d stay if I could. But I sort of took over the planning for Christmas dinner, so now Mom’s pissy that I’m not there to help out. Besides, this will be a good way to prove to her I’m not wasting their money by switching my major.”
“You told her?” How in the hell was I just hearing about this now? This was a major development. He’d been angsting all semester about what he wanted to do with his life, and I was damn proud of him for doing what would make him happy instead of constantly trying to please his parents.
“Yeah, she knows. It sort of came out in the grocery store the other day,” he admitted. “I was going to tell you about it, but that was the night…”
Oh.
There hadn’t been much time for him to tell me anything once I shoved my tongue down his throat. We’d made out and cuddled and made out some more until I passed out all warm and comfy against his side.
“I’m proud of you, Brandon.” It wasn’t often that I was the one reassuring him he’d done the right thing. I wasn’t going to be the needy boyfriend. I was going to let him go so he could show his mom what an awesome cook he was.
I just wanted a few more of those kisses.
And the nibbles.
Oh fuck. If he kept that up, there was no way he was getting out of my basement without fucking me. “Bran, you gotta stop that.”
“Or what?” The ripple of his laughter against my neck went straight to my balls. “Do I make you horny?”
“All the fucking time,” I moaned. I forced his hands away from my chest and jumped out of the bed as soon as I was freed. “I’m trying to be mature and shit, Brandon. You can only test me for so long before I’m bound to crack.”
I tugged him out of the bed and started gathering his clothes from around the room. He pulled me in for another kiss on his way to my bathroom. “Gotta shower before I go. We reek. You wanna join me?”
I shook my head rapidly. “Nope. You’re not going to trick me with all that sexiness topped with soapy suds I’d want to help you wash away. You need to help your mom, and I’m going to prove I can be a mature adult.”
“You’re no fun,” Brandon protested. The jerk didn’t bother closing the door, which meant I had a front-row seat to this live-action shower porn.
I’d been wrong earlier. The fact I didn’t go in there and force him to fuck me was the real Christmas miracle.
