Maverick tensed up.
“What’s wrong?”
“Straight guy?” His eyes clouded over. “If that’s how you see it?—”
I kissed him softly. “No, no. I know I’m not as straight as I thought.”
He put a hand to my chest, keeping me from getting as close as I wanted. “I need you to be sure, Damon. I can’t deal with some sort of freak-out later.”
Damn. I’d really said the wrong thing.
“I’m not going to freak out on you.”
He looked unconvinced.
“Mav, it might take me a while to adjust my thinking. I haven’t always known I wanted this. I’m not like you. But…I do want it now. I like you, okay? My mouth fucking watered to taste your cock.”
“It did?”
I gently pushed him down on the bed, then sat down beside him and took his hand. “I’ve fantasized about you since before we got together. I, uh…I used that sex toy.”
His eyes flared. “Yeah?”
I wet my lips, nervous. “I liked it, and I kind of want that with you. I keep picturing it, you know? You pinning me down. Fucking me.”
Maverick groaned and pulled me into a deep, wet kiss. We fell back onto the mattress and rolled into each other’s arms.
“Do you have some lube?” he asked.
My heart skipped a beat. “Bedside table.”
“Stretch out and get comfortable,” Maverick ordered as he moved to retrieve it.
I rearranged myself so I was lying the length of the bed with my head on the pillow. My skin was flushing hot, then cold, nerves tightening into a ball in my stomach. My cock stayed hard as fuck, though, leaking at the thought of Maverick pushing inside me.
Mav flicked open the lube lid and poured clear liquid into his palm. Then he slicked up my cock and pleasure rushed through me.
What was the plan here? Shouldn’t he be slicking up my hole, not my cock?
He slicked himself next. Okay, that part made sense.
Maverick tossed the lube aside, came down on top of me, and rocked his hips. I gasped as his stomach rubbed over myeager dick. His lips crashed into mine, kissing me until I was a panting, shaking mess.
I grabbed Maverick’s hips, rocking him harder against me, groaning as my cock finally got the friction it needed. We bucked and rutted, kissing wildly, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mav,” I gasped. “Touch me.”
He reached down and took my dick in his hand. My eyes slipped closed as he stroked me. When he slid the fingers of his left hand behind my balls, I widened my legs with a groan of need.
He pushed one finger inside, and I erupted like a fountain, spraying cum with a hoarse cry.
“Fuck,” Maverick muttered, watching as my cum flowed over his fingers.
As soon as I finished, he sat up over me, putting his tight, lean body on display as he took hold of his dick, his fingers still slick with my cum. He sank his teeth into his bottom lip, eyelids heavy as he stared down at me.
I never knew watching a guy jerk off could be so hot.
His stomach was tight as he held his position, his thighs quivering with the effort of balancing over me while stroking his cock. He did long strokes, with a twist of his wrist at the head.
