“Well, consider me a fan of this side of you,” I told him honestly because I absolutely loved the more direct, confident version of him. As fun as it could be to have someone act nervous and shy about sleeping with me, it got tiresome quickly. Not only did it leave me feeling like I was the one who had to initiate everything, but it left me with the sour taste of...feeling gross. Even though I knew the other person consented, it left me with the idea that I was coercing someone into sleeping with me.
And while I loved force and power in a sexual dynamic, it needed to feel consensual, or it wasnotsexy.
This though? This was plenty sexy for me.
“I’m not going to have you hurt yourself for the sake of getting laid,” he told me sternly. “So fess up to what state you’rein, or I’m putting my clothes back on and jerking off in my room.”
“I...are you?—”
“Using sex as leverage to make you honest about your physical health? Absolutely. Deal with it.”
I stared at him and let out a huff. “I won’t be carrying your heavy ass anywhere, even on my best days. But I can fuck you into any surface of your choice in this room without hurting myself. Happy?”
“I am pleased, yeah,” he said with a laugh. “You’re so mad that worked.”
“A little,” I admitted. I was used to people taking a more caring approach to my problem. It was the first time someone had used sex to make me open up, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Certainly irritated, a little impressed, and maybe I appreciated it too. “But not enough to stop me.”
“Then let me be a basic bitch and choose the bed,” he said, sliding off my lap. “After we get you out of those clothes.”
“I can accommodate that,” I said as I stood up, letting him help me out of my shirt. With someone else, I wouldn’t have said 'help,' but he was taking it off me because I was taking too long. I snorted when I followed him to the bed, and he began tugging at the string of my pants.
“Jesus,” he muttered when he undid the knot and pulled the pants loose. “If you’re going to walk around without underwear, you might as well go naked. This thing bouncing around might as well be a strip show.”
“It doesn’t bounce.”
“Dude, it bounces so much when you’re walking around without underwear. That’s literally one of my favorite things to watch, when you’re not aware you’re drawing attention. Well, there’s Clay, who was definitely watching.”
“Saying Clay was watching me in a sexual sense is like saying he was breathing,” I snorted. “But he won’t go further than that.”
“Did something happen?”
I saw the hesitancy in his eyes and shook my head as I kicked my pants off, slowly stroking myself. “I told him I wasn’t interested and he was better off chasing someone who would actually give him what he wanted because he was never getting it from me.”
“And that worked?”
“He’s a slut, not a pest.”
“That sounds like something that would come straight out of his mouth,” Luka said with a laugh.
I gripped the base of my cock and held it out. “Well, let’s see about something going into your mouth.”
“Lame ass joke,” he snorted, but he didn’t waste any more time wrapping his lips around the head of my cock.
“God,” I hissed as I watched him gulp down half my dick in one go. “Do you know how hard it was to hold myself back when you did that the first time? Damn, that feels amazing.”
He hummed, which I assumed was him being pleased, but all I knew was that it sent additional chills up and down my spine as he made a slurping noise while vigorously bobbing. Honestly, I could have stood there and let him do the thing he’d done the other day and been just fine because while he did nothing fancy with his mouth and hand, the skill and passion for blowing me was more than enough to get me right where I needed to be. Except there was the promise of more, and I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t want to see him spread out beneath me, panting and full of my cock as he came all over himself.
“Fuck,” I growled, pulling my dick free before the imagery made me lose it, and it was too late to pull back. “I’ll come down your throat another time, but right now, I want you onyour back, or face down, whatever you want, we can do the other position another time, or any position, wait?—”
He snorted and gestured to the shelf next to the bed, where I kept my latest book or tablet. There was a stack of condoms and a bottle of lube sitting there, freshly opened.
I raised a brow. “I’m not sure if I should be impressed that you were willing to risk coming here, or amused that you were so sure you were going to get fucked that you came prepared.”
“Oh, I knew you were going to fuck me at some point,” he snorted. “And don’t worry, nothing I did was going to attract attention. These supplies are free for anyone to take.”
“Really?” I blinked. “I’ve never seen condoms or lube.”
“Not in plain sight,” he said with a laugh. “But there’s a place outside the medic wing where they keep things like that. I don’t think it was initially offered since they didn’t have that sort of thing in mind for an all-male facility, which is kinda funny?—”
