I nodded, my breath hitching in my lungs from the effect of his caress, stalled my words. But my eyes stayed glued on him as he released my cock to drop some of the liquid on his fingers. Then panic slammed into my chest, and I gripped the counter until my knuckles turned white, my heart boomed, matching the sudden crash of thunder outside the window.
Lorenzo’s gaze met mine in the mirror again. “Relax, baby,” he whispered before his hand dropped away. The abrupt touch of his fingers, slick, warm and gentle against my back entrance had me clenching and I shivered. Fuck that, I shook like a fucking unstable jelly mold. His other arm circled me and when he stroked my cock, I groaned, pressing back into his hand at my back. “You ready for me,” he asked, kissing my shoulder.
“Yes,” the word, a breath above a whisper.
Unsure what I was expecting, I let out a ragged gasp when his finger breached my tight entrance. “Holy shit,” I moaned.
And just when panic lined itself with my fucked-up heart rate again, Lorenzo increased the pressure on my cock, making me delirious. I wasn’t sure which sensation to focus on. The slick finger penetrating my ass or his hard strokes on my cock. Either way, I was fucked. I could barely breathe, my body jerking to the dance of his finger. Pleasure rushed down spine, stopping somewhere between my ass and my cock. Then he removed his hand from my dick and I groaned.
Our gazes connected again, and he winked. And I realized it was only to pour more lube onto his fingers at my back. When his hand returned to my cock, he fisted it in a firmer grip, stealing my attention and distracting me while he slid in another finger. I tensed until he pushed in a little deeper and my spine morphed into lava, pleasure slipping into every single knot there until I gasped for air.
“Shit,” I hissed, my hips bucking.
Lorenzo bit down on my shoulder, sliding his fingers deeper and my eyes rolled back in my head as the three sensations merged, hitting me from all directions. My orgasm spiraled down my body, flaming an uncontrollable burn I fought hard to resist.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I didn’t recognize the gasping pant as my voice, my fingers digging into the counter top.
“No,” he growled.
“Would you just fuck me then?” I snarled, his chuckle further annoying me before he removed both hands and I cursed at the loss. I glanced over my shoulder, watching him pour lube over his stiff cock. My eyes widened as the tan skin glistened in the light above our heads appearing extra-large. And for just a moment I swallowed repeatedly until Lorenzo looked up and moved closer.
“I’ll be gentle,” his warm breath filled my ears. “I’m going to take you without a condom, okay?” His gaze on me, he gave me a soft smile. “I’m clean.” He dropped another soft kiss to my shoulder, and I nodded. A second later, I felt the broad tip, slick with lube, pressing in at my entrance. Anxious, I clenched. “Relax, Rayden.” One hand slid around to grasp my cock while his tongue rolled over the shape of my ear, sucking on the lobe.
I shivered and then he eased his cock inside me, sliding in all the way to the hilt and I wasn’t sure if the guttural groan filling the air came from him or me. For just a moment, we stayed still and breathing hard, I savored the effect of him on my body. The jagged boundary of pleasure and pain. The feeling of being too fucking full yet just so perfect it had me desperate for him to move. And he did. Gripping my hips, he glided almost all the way out and just when I thought he wouldn’t move, he pushed back in, hitting that spot, and something that felt like liquid fire flamed its way from the tips of my toes to every other fucking niche in my body.
“Fuck.”
“You can say that again,” his laugh was low, his voice just as hoarse as mine. I watched his face in the mirror. Hard angles and deep concentration overshadowed by unbridled arousal. He was just as fucking turned on and the notion sent my arousal though the roof. My cock jerked in response.
“Fuck me harder, I don’t think I can hold on,” I sounded desperate to my own ears, and he chuckled.
“Hang on,” he said and then he was fucking me, harder, faster, deeper and all I could do was hold the fuck on.
I watched him again, fascinated by the way he bit his bottom lip, the way his eyes flicked up to meet mine every few seconds then down to where we were connected as if he didn’t want to look away. And I wanted to see that, wanted to watch as he rode me until I couldn’t breathe. Wrapping his strong arm around my chest, he pulled me upright against his body, still buried deep as he thrust his hips hard, pinning me to the counter.
“Jesus, Rayden, you feel so fucking good.”
Without thinking, I reached for my cock and Lorenzo stopped moving and pulled out. “What the fuck?”
“On the counter,” he ordered. For just a second, I looked confused. “Up on the counter, baby, I want to see you come.” He dropped more lube on his cock as I pulled myself up on the counter. He stepped forward and positioned me so that my head leaned back against the mirror and my feet rested on the counter, opening me up to his gaze. A flush of heat crept its way up to my cheeks and he noticed because he grinned. “Perfect.”
He stepped closer and the counter was just the right height for his tall frame and brought his cock in line with my entrance. Leaning forward, he took my lips in a slow kiss while his fingers slick with more lube, slid inside my entrance. I gasped into his mouth when he hit that spot again. Then he was pulling back, and I watched mesmerized as he slid his cock in to the hilt in one quick push. The change in position affected us both and low guttural groans filled the space between us. My orgasm already sprinting its way down my spine.
“Fuck, Rayden,” he growled before he fucked me hard and fast for a few thrusts. “Come when I do,” he ordered. Nodding, I moved to grab my cock and he shook his head. Unsure what he wanted, I groaned when he picked up speed, fucking me harder, then grasped my cock. It took hardly three hard strokes before my body exploded and I shot my load into his palm and my stomach. My cock was still jerking when Lorenzo stilled then with sharp snaps of his hips emptied himself inside me, leaving us both breathing hard and gasping for air.
“Fuck,” he roared, still twitching inside me. When we came down from our high, he traced his tongue over my bottom lip. “That was fucking beautiful.”
Lorenzo and I just fucked.Wow.It was raw and fucking hot as hell. I was no longer a virgin. Well, sexually speaking.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I could only nod then his lips sought mine in a slow kiss.
Fifteen minutes later after a hot shower followed by more kissing, Lorenzo patted his bed. I slid in next to him and laid down on my back. When he turned on his side and slipped and arm over my stomach, sudden tension knotted at my back. I had no idea what to label what we’d just done. I wasn’t gay, was I? I was sure I still had feelings for Zena. What would Austin say if he knew I fucked a guy? What would my family say? Anxiety tightened my stomach muscles and I suddenly found it hard to breathe.
“What’s wrong, Rayden?”
I turned my head to look at him, wondering if he could sense my inner turmoil. “I’m not gay,” I blurted.
Lorenzo pushed up onto his elbow and stared down at me, his smile slow to form. Where I expected anger, there was none, just understanding. “It’s called bisexuality. When you sleep with both men and women.” Then he sighed. “Regardless, a man’s sexuality isn’t defined by names or labels, but by how it makes you feel. Whether it can get your heart racing at a speed that’s impossible to clock. Stop your thoughts for just a second and tell me what you felt. Tell me whether your heart wasn’t racing hearing my voice. Just hearing me tell you that I wanted you. If not, walk away and don’t look back. Forget what happened in this bedroom tonight as mere experimentation, forget this conversation ever happened. But if your heart was and is still racing then don’t deny what you feel because I can tell you right now that if you do, there will always be something missing in your life. There are always two choices in life, Rayden. Yes and no. Right and wrong. Ultimately, only you can decide which makes you happy. Okay?”
