But now I realize I’m not broken at all. I was just a machine waiting for the right key, and Troy is the only one who’s ever made me tick like this.
Cool air washes over my dick as he suddenly pops off, lips red and swollen. He reaches into the nightstand and grabs the lube. I stare at the bottle, eyes wide, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
“Is this okay?” he asks, squeezing my hand.
I choke down my nerves, swallowing hard. “Yeah.”
He offers a gentle, reassuring smile. “We’ll go at your pace, okay? You’re the boss here.”
I give a shaky nod. “Okay.”
He settles between my thighs again and presses my legs to my chest. It feels strange and exposed, and I pinch my eyes shut, unable to look at him like this. But then he presses a gentle kiss to my ankle, his hands warm and sure as they glide along my calves, and just like that, the tension drains out of me.
Wet heat surrounds my cock again as he takes me back into his mouth. He sucks me slowly, his tongue lapping around the girth, demanding my attention so much I barely hear the sound of the lube cap opening. A moment later, a slick digit prods at my entrance, rubbing careful circles before inching inside.
I instinctively clench, every muscle in my body drawing tight.
“Sorry.” I wince, sucking in a quivering breath. “Just give me a sec.”
Troy pops off my cock, licking his lips. “It’s okay. Tell me when to move, alright?”
I close my eyes and try to relax. Troy leaves velvety kisses across my legs, over my hip bones, up my stomach. I melt into his touch, my body sagging against the mattress.
“Okay,” I exhale, giving a short nod. “I’m ready.”
He moves his finger deeper. The pressure is there, but it’s not painful. He pumps it in and out a few times, his eyes flicking up to gauge my reaction. He cautiously adds another finger and curls them together, brushing the spot inside me that makes my body convulse.
His lips seal around my cock again, swallowing me down to the base while he pumps his fingers together. It’s so intense I feel like I’m being split in half, torn between the sensation of his mouth on my dick and his fingers stretching me open.
“F-fuck.” I groan, arching off the mattress, my cock sliding deeper down Troy’s throat.
He spreads his fingers apart as he thrusts them. The sounds in the room are absolutely filthy—the soft, wet gagging of Troy choking on my cock and the squelching of lube as he fucks me with his fingers. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
“God,” I gasp, yanking his hair to pull him off.
Troy looks up at me, chest heaving, lips swollen and glistening with spit and precome. His own cock looks painfully hard as it bobs between his legs, his balls drawn tight.
“Not God,” he says smugly, curling his fingers to rub my prostate again. “Just Troy.”
I drag my forearm across my forehead, slick with sweat. “Please, fuck me.”
He licks his lips, nudging the crooked silver ring back in place. “Your wish is my command, baby,” he says, leaving a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh.
He wordlessly grabs a condom and slides it on, rubbing extra lube onto his shaft.
I clear my throat. “Do we… need that?”
Troy glances at me, his pierced brow arching. “Of course. Why wouldn’t we?”
I blink. “I’m not going to get pregnant.”
His shoulders sag, a fond exhale slipping out. “Oh, blondie. You’ve got a lot to learn,” he says softly. “Even with gay sex, you still have to think about STDs and STIs. I’m on PrEP, but I’m guessing you’re not.”
My throat tightens. “Um… no. I don’t even know what that is.”
“Exactly,” he says, brushing my cheek with his knuckles. “We can talk more about safe sex later. For now, we’re using condoms—at least until you’ve gotten tested. Okay?”
My mouth goes dry. Jesus. Who knew sex could be so complicated?
