I spun to find Ulysses leaning against the doorjamb. His gorgeous cock stuck straight out.
Mine hadn’t even begun to think about…what was to come. Part of me was wondering if this was actually a good idea. “Can I get you a glass of water?”
“You can do whatever you need to do and then let’s get to it, eh?”
I cocked my head.
“I’m teasing you.” He advanced toward me—clearly telegraphing his movements.
I stepped toward him.
We met somewhere in the middle.
He cupped my cheek. “I’ve been thinking about this for such a long time.”
You knew where I was. You could’ve come. I wouldn’t have turned you down. Well…probably not.I cleared my throat. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I fucked up. I never should’ve left that night. Regrets? I’ve had a few. But I’m here now. In fact, you invited me.” He grinned.
Something lurked in those luminous dark-brown eyes, though. Something I struggled to grasp. Something almost evasive. “So we’re going to do this?” My cock was showing interest.
He moved closer. “Yeah, let’s do this.”
“Okay. Uh…I have to piss.” I scooted past him and headed to the bathroom. Didn’t want nature’s call to interrupt…whatever this was.
I did my business, washed my hands, and headed to my bedroom.
Ulysses had yanked back the comforter and now lay in the middle of my bed.
Goosebumps ran up and down my arms—and not just from the chill in the air. We’d last been here in the dead of summer. Now autumn was upon us. “We might get cold.” I moved to the nightstand to snag condom and lube.
He waggled his eyebrows. “I promise I’ll heat you up.” He held out his hand.
I snagged it and let him pull me in. I sort of landed on top of him, with my mouth inches away from his. A smile spread across my face. “Hello.”
“Yeah, hi.” Ulysses angled his neck so he could press a kiss to my lips. Then he pulled back. “What do you want? What would make you feel good?”
I pretended to consider. Then chuckled. “Uh…you promised to fuck me. Although blow jobs and hand jobs are just as acceptable.”
“Pretty much anything to do with our cocks?”
“Yep.” No sense beating around the bush. I was tired of games—his and mine. I wanted him. He appeared to want me. Well, if his erect cock was any indication. “You going to fuck me again? Because last time was…spectacular.”
“True.” He chuckled. Then he sobered. “I shouldn’t have left.”
“So you keep saying. How about we move on? I’m vers and fine with either, but my prostate feels neglected today.”
“I can help with that.”
“I thought you might. Do you want me to prep myself?” We were sort of going from zero to one hundred in ten seconds, but I didn’t figure he’d mind that—I certainly didn’t.
“Oh, I’m very happy to prep you.” He grasped my hips to urge me off him.
I complied. He liked being in charge. I liked him in charge—at least for now. So I lay on my back in the middle of the bed as he snagged the bottle of lube.
He maneuvered between my spread thighs.
Our grins matched as he dribbled lube on his fingers.
