“Is everything okay?” He’d never just popped by before. I shoved my hand in my pocket to pull out my phone, but it wasn’t there. I realized I probably left it in the kitchen. “Did I miss something?”
“No,” he said softly, shaking his head. “I…” He took a breath. “I wanted to…” He stepped toward me and hauled me in for a kiss. His mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue against mine immediately, and I couldn’t stop the soft groan of surprise and pleasure that escaped me. Micah’s hand went to the back of my head, fingers tightening in my hair, my breath hitching as he did.
His other hand was at my waist, gripping the fabric of my T-shirt and pinning me to him. He took a steady, sure steptoward me, walking me back until we were both in the house. After another moment, he pulled back. We were breathing hard, chests heaving.
“I thought you might want to pick up where we left off earlier,” he said with a crooked grin.
I kicked the door shut and kissed him again, pulling him farther into the house, until we parted so we didn’t trip over furniture. I pressed my forehead to his. “Fuck yes.”
His smile grew and he nodded once. “Where?”
“Bedroom.” I led him down the hall to my room and the second we’d crossed the threshold, I turned back to him and yanked his shirt over his head. Micah was lean and strong, his body long lines that did something to me, made me ache for him.
He grinned and placed his hands on my chest before giving me a playful little shove, sending me stumbling back against the bed. I sat and began stripping my clothes off while he did the same, and before I knew it we were both naked. He moved forward to stand between my knees and I leaned back, resting my weight on my palms, unable to look away from his hard cock, the tip glistening with the precum that beaded out.
My own cock ached with need, but I resisted the urge to touch myself as Micah leaned down and kissed me again, slower this time, more deliberately, one hand on my chin. I wanted to pull him closer, against me, to feel his solid body against mine. I wanted to touch him all over, his chest and abs, his strong back, his ass, his cock. I wanted his mouth on me, anywhere I could get it. I wanted, I wanted, I wanted.
“Get on the bed,” he murmured, moving his lips down to kiss the bolt of my jaw.
I nodded and did as he said, resting in the middle of the bed and waiting, reaching for him as he climbed on top of me and settled between my thighs, my feet planted on the bed and our cocks brushing against one another, sending a wave of heatcoursing through me. The wanting was threatening to drive me over the edge already, but I didn’t care. “More.” My voice was a hoarse whisper as I moved my hands to rest on his back.
Micah nodded and lowered his mouth again, moving to my neck and throat, scraping my sensitive skin with his teeth and scratching me with his stubble, and every touch rocked me with lust. He made his way lower, biting my nipple gently and causing me to moan. My fingers curled on his back, gripping harder, digging in, before I slid them down to clutch his ass, desperate to be inside him.
“Can I fuck you?” I whispered.
Micah stopped kissing me, drew back, and looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine. “God, please.”
I laughed, a little shakily, feeling frantic and out of control. “I’m afraid I’ll do it wrong,” I confessed.
He closed his eyes briefly before opening them, giving me a gentle, sincere smile. “Not possible. Do you have condoms?”
I nodded and gestured toward my nightstand. “In there.”
He stretched and reached for the drawer, pulling it open and withdrawing a condom and a bottle of lube before returning to kiss me again. A moment later, he sat back, ripped the condom open, and rolled it onto me. I let my eyes close as he did it, letting my mind revel in the pleasure I felt, the sensations of the latex and his hands, and thinking about what was about to happen. I was surprised by how nervous I was, afraid I’d hurt him or do something wrong, afraid he wouldn’t enjoy what we were about to do, even though I knew that as a well-established pansexual man, he’d done this before.
I’d never worried this way in the past, had always just gone through the motions on instinct, but with Micah, everything was heightened, every touch felt more important than anything I’d done before.
He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some in his hands before stroking my sheathed cock slowly. It wasn’t enough to do anything but tease me and I kept my gaze trained on his hand, watching Micah touch my cock. When he seemed satisfied, he reached behind himself, and arched his back to spread the lube over his hole. As he touched himself, my desperation grew, and I pulled him down for a kiss, wanting more, wanting to be a part of every step. His hips rocked as he spread the lube and I responded in kind, slowly moving my body with his.
“I think I’m ready,” he whispered after a few seconds.
A moan of anticipation tore from me. Micah moved to straddle my hips before lowering himself onto my cock slowly, taking me into his body inch by agonizing inch. I knew better than to rush him, no matter how much my own nerve endings were screaming for more.
When he was fully seated, his ass pressed against my pelvis and my cock buried within, Micah pressed his mouth to mine and groaned into the kiss. He nodded and rocked his hips, giving me the go-ahead to fuck him.
I wanted to be sure he enjoyed it, not just get myself off, not just get it over with and be done for the night. I pulled out slowly, almost to the end, before easing back in.
“Fuck,” he murmured. “More.” To emphasize his request, he fucked himself on my cock, a few short, intense thrusts.
“Okay, yeah.” I moved one hand to pinch his nipple, the other cupping his jaw as I pulled out and slammed back in.
He moaned as I bottomed out, breath hitching, dropping his forehead to rest on my shoulder. “Yes.”
I swallowed, my cock so hard it was nearly painful, my body screaming for more. I moved my hands to clutch his hips, lifted him gently, and thrust in again as I lowered him.
“Yes,” he repeated, his voice ragged.
I took the encouragement, fucking into him again and again, moving his body as I did, until he was bouncing on my cock and I was thrusting fast and hard. Heat built in my groin and my gut, but I wasn’t ready to be done, not by a long shot.
