“No, I just…”
I grip his jaw and kiss him again, this time really feeling him. Tasting him. His lips are soft. So is his tongue. He lets out a sound that is a cross between a grunt and a sigh. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. He kisses me back hungrily. One hand slides to the back of my neck, gripping so hard his fingernails dig in. He bites my lower lip before he sucks on it. His tongue grazes mine as his grip on me tightens. He’s more aggressive than the girls I’ve been with, which isn’t surprising.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he admits.
“Neither do I,” I say between kissing him. “Just don’t think about it.”
Nodding, his mouth finds my neck. He licks and sucks at my flesh, biting it teasingly. My dick throbs, and I grind against him, needing the pressure, needing to feel him.
It’s not enough, so I spit into my hand and reach between us, grasping us both together to jerk us off. His head falls back as he groans.
“Holy fucking shit,” he says, thrusting into me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I say, stroking us faster. “Kiss my neck again.”
I lean down, lifting my knee higher to get more steady support. His mouth finds my neck without hesitation. He whimpers, sharp breaths leaving him.
“Fuck, Hudson,” he breathes out. “I think—”
“Me too,” I say, just as my orgasm hits me.
My eyes squeeze shut as I let the pleasure roll through me, cum covering my hand. I hear Trey moaning too, and the thought of him comingbecauseof me has my orgasm lasting forever.
“Fuck,” I hiss, resting my forehead on his warm chest. His heart is beating so fast and so hard. I glance up at him. “Are you okay?”
“Are you?”
“Definitely.”
I haven’t felt this good in years.
“You’re not freaking out?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed again.
“No. Are you?”
“No, and that’s what’s making me freak out.”
“Huh?”
He lets out a sharp breath, closing his eyes. I shift so I can look down at him. “What’s going on?”
“You just jerked me off. I had one of the best orgasms of my life. And your cum is all over me. Ishouldbe freaking out about this, but I’m not, andthat’sfreaking me out.”
“What’s there to freak out about, Trey? It’s just sex.”
“Yeah,gaysex. I don’t think I’m gay.”
“You don’t have to be gay to have sex with a guy. I’m not.”
“What the hell are you saying?” he blurts.
I get up and go into the bathroom to get a towel. Maybe he’ll feel better when my cum isn’t all over him. I consider wiping him up, but that might freak him out more, so I hand the wet towel to him instead. He wipes himself up, then pushes to sit up against the headboard. His dick is still a little hard, resting against his leg, and I wonder what he tastes like.
“This doesn’t have to be anything, Trey. Don’t overthink it.”
“What did you mean when you said you don’t have to be gay to have sex with a guy?”
I huff a laugh. “Trey, there are so many things in between. It isn’t just gay or straight. Honestly, after this, I’m pretty sure I’m demisexual.”
