I pinched his side and told him to shut up again.
Ozrik laughed, and I took the initiative for the first time, drawing him down into a kiss.
He sighed against my mouth. Too soon, he pulled back. “Gale… I don’t know if you have limits or expectations or wants or preferences, but I would really love to do more.”
“Like?”
“I want you to fuck me. Is that something you might consider? I don’t know how you feel about… that.” His gaze flicked over my face in anticipation.
My lips parted, but no words came out. I’d dreamed and fantasized and imagined what it might be like to have sex with a guy. Something beyond hand jobs or blow jobs. Lately, sinceexploring this new thing with Ozrik, all my fantasies featured him. For whatever reason, I always assumed Ozrik would insist it happened the other way around. Admittedly, the idea of bottoming made me nervous, but I’d been working myself up to the idea, not wanting to be a coward.
“We don’t have to,” he said into my silence, fret lines marking the sides of his eyes. “I figured it would be a gentler introduction for your first time. I have condoms, if you’re worried or wondering about that. I know my track record is vastly different than yours, but I do get tested. Neurotically.” He rolled his eyes, and I wondered how much his mother knew of his sexual history and if it was her insistence or if he went on his own.
“I, um… I didn’t think you would…”
“Bottom?” He chuckled. “Gale, I will fuck any which way you want. It’s all good for me.”
“Oh.” I rubbed my lips together, nodding. “That’s… I’d… It would be…” I puffed out my cheeks and laughed at myself before blurting. “I think I would like that.”
“Is that a yes?” He cocked a brow.
“Yes, but I don’t know what I’m doing.”
It turned out, I didn’t have to know.
Kissing and touching were familiar and comfortable. We started there. In daylight, Ozrik seemed to want to explore me with his eyes as much as with his hands. He broke free from my mouth several times simply to scan the length of my body, humming with pleasure.
We frotted until the friction grew so intense, I thought I might come. My entire body buzzed with electricity, and Ozrik must have sensed it too, whisperingzapinto my ear several times, causing an eruption of laughter to interrupt our flow.
When the intensity became too much, he found a condom and a bottle of lube in a bedside drawer. Sitting back on his heels, hesheathed my cock in the rubber and coated it with lube, stroking me until I swatted his hand away in panic.
“It will be over before we start if you keep that up.”
Coating a couple of his fingers with lube, he rose to his knees and spent a minute preparing himself. I took detailed mental notes for the future, determined to walk away with a solid knowledge of all the steps I would need to take for next time.
As he used his fingers on himself, he encouraged me to stroke him. When Ozrik tipped his head back and parted his lips, I absorbed his beauty, still baffled that this seemingly untouchable guy was here with me.
After a minute, Ozrik readjusted himself, sitting astride my cock, and lined up. “Are you good?” he asked, his voice hoarse and strained.
“Yeah.”
“Hold yourself up.”
I did, and he rocked his hips, dragging his ass over my cock head a few times before sinking down.
A noise that should probably have embarrassed me left my mouth. My toes curled and back arched as the sensations rippling through my veins sent me right to the edge.
“Oh fuck. Shit.”
Ozrik chuckled. “I’ve ruined you.”
“Shut up. Oh shit. I’m not going to last. Are you kidding me right now?” He was so tight and hot, and his ass squeezed my cock in all the right ways.
Ozrik leaned over me, bracing a hand on either side of my head. A wicked smile played on his lips. “Coming is the point, Gale. Who cares if it happens fast or slow, so long as it feels good. We can do this as many times as we want.”
I groaned at the thought.
When Ozrik moved, my brain short-circuited. I clasped hold of his hips. It was all I could do to stay grounded, but even then, I floated away on a cloud of pleasure.
