I release a rough grunt, kneading his bruised ass as he collapses on the bed, still hiding his face in the pillow.
When I finally pull away, I groan at the view of his cum on the sheets.
I release a rough rumble. “You’ve made such a mess, baby.”
“Youmade it,” he says in a murmur, his voice muffled. “Take responsibility for your actions.”
“I plead guilty.” I sit at the edge of the bed and stroke his hair.
A satisfied noise rips out of him, and I keep running my fingers through his hair for a while. “Are you not going to look at me?”
“Go away,” he grumbles like an adorable asshole, still sounding out of breath.
I reach into my drawer and grab a piece of candy. Even though I unwrap it right beside him, he doesn’t look up.
“It’s okay to enjoy having your ass eaten.” I fist his hair. “I certainly loved devouring it.”
“Shut your mouth or I’ll make you.”
“Make me.”
He lifts his head, but before he can say anything, I throw the candy in my mouth, then seal my lips to his.
Preston’s eyes widen as I thrust the candy onto his tongue, then toy with it a bit until the taste of him and my cum mixes with the mango flavor.
The mixture makes my head turn, and it definitely catches him by surprise, because he remains frozen. And I fucking go for it.
I shove the candy against his tongue, massaging it there for a bit, making him swallow everything.
When I pull away, leaving the candy in his mouth, his neck is a deep shade of red.
Whatever tantrum he was about to throw seems forgotten now as he sucks on the candy. If anything, he seems so real and raw, I want to fuck him again.
But I won’t. He must be sore, and I can’t go crazy the first time.
First. The realization hits me like a car crash.
I am Preston’s first guy.
And last.
I will be hislastfucking anything.
The idea should jar me, but as I watch him suck on the candy, still lying on his stomach like a fucking erotic marble statue, it doesn’t. Not really.
If anything, I’m annoyed he had sex with others before me. It pisses me off that many have seen his stunningly naked body.
“Seriously, what’s with the candy?” he asks, pushing it to the side of his mouth until it forms a ball shape in his cheek.
“It’s a secret.”
He narrows his eyes. “Nobody keeps secrets from me.”
“I’m happy to be your first in so many things, baby. Such as tonight being your first time with?—”
“Keep talking and I’ll smack you.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Why do you have such an irrational fear about being gay?”
