Chapter Eleven
Gunner
Somehow, it had gotten very late, and we had gotten very naked.
Whoops. My fault.
Back downstairs, Malcolm was sprawled on the couch, and I was standing over him. Malcolm and I had spent so much time making out together and grinding upstairs, we’d actually forgotten whose turn it was in the game. Naturally, I’d taken the opportunity to get us totally undressed and to make Malcolm do a sexy dance for me.
He was all hips, that guy.
I wasn’t always a total top. I liked the idea of getting fucked into oblivion as much as the next guy. But I tended to go for older dudes who inevitably shot me down without another thought, and I still hadn’t done the Holy Grail of bottoming, meaning nothing more than a tongue and a couple of fingers had been inside of me.
So bottoming wasn’t off my menu, but when it came to Malcolm, all I could think about was getting deep inside of him.
Malcolm was a smart guy. He knew what he wanted, and he knew what he was doing. There was something so sexy about that. Malcolm and me, we could sense each other’s desires. I could smell them in the air between us and taste them on his lips when I bit down hard enough. That’s why he kept following me around and quivering when I touched him.
He needed me. He needed a man who could draw him out of his shell and convince him to embrace the desires he never thought he would admit.
I bent down, grabbing my jacket from the ground and fishing out a cigarette. I popped it between my lips and started feeling around for my lighter.
“Truth or dare,” Malcolm said suddenly, curling his legs up to his chest.
“What?” I said, grinning. “Are we still playing?” When he didn’t answer, I shrugged. “Okay, truth.”
“Why do you smoke so many cigarettes?”
I wrinkled my eyebrows. I had been smoking so long, I barely even thought about it any longer. “If my prince doesn’t like smoke, I’ll make sure to smoke outside,” I answered.
He shrugged. “I mean, I don’t really mind. It doesn’t bother me.”
I set the cigarette on the coffee table just the same. “I’ll save it for later, but don’t think for a second I’m quitting. I need my cigarette breaks at work.”
Malcolm relaxed a little when I said it and let his legs back down to the couch. I still hadn’t reached out and touched his gorgeous cock, hard up against his abs. I hadn’t rubbed my palm against the soft hairs behind his balls or pushed my fingers inside his tight pucker. But with a storm raging, it seemed like it was finally time.
“I think we might have to sleep here,” I said. “Until that storm passes.”
He looked a little startled when I said it, then nodded to himself. “That’s okay, I guess. I don’t want to drive if it’s not safe out.”
Then his cock twitched.
Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm…
I didn’t want to fuck him as a part of some game, though. I didn’t want to dare him to give himself over to me. I wanted to have him properly. I wanted to have him right there, stolen away from the world.
Standing up, my cock was thick and hard, and as Malcolm watched, I pushed it down with a long stroke.
“What do you say, Malcolm?” I asked. “You ready to get what you came here for?”
He licked his lips while he stared at my cock, his eyelashes fluttering. “I think I’m ready,” he said. “But it’s been quite a while. I need to go slow.”
I nodded, still stroking my cock down. “Slow is good.”
“Have you had a lot… I mean, is this something…” Malcolm kept trailing off, searching for the right words.
“I’ve been around,” I answered, growling the words a little. “I use condoms and get tested regularly, too.” I didn’t add that it had been a while for me, also, although in truth, I hadn’t hooked up with anyone since the start of the summer.
I kept stroking my shaft slowly while I stared down at him, and Malcolm wiggled under my gaze. When I lowered my body down to the couch, he stretched his legs out. I placed my hands behind his knees, sliding him a little closer to me and hitching his legs in the air. His bubble butt was round and full, with a few downy hairs along the crack. As I kept stroking myself and staring, Malcolm trembled, and I saw how his balls were tugged close to his body.
