“Any preferences?” he asks as I move through the room, taking it all in. He’s got a huge bed, which makes sense, he’s a big guy, and it’s centered on the outside wall. To the left is a large leather armchair, which looks like it was probably part of a set with the couch downstairs as it has similar block feet and worn brown leather, and there are open doors to what looks like a closet and an en-suite bathroom.
“The radio’s fine,” I say, stripping off my jacket and stepping forward, pressing my chest against his back and wrapping my armsaround his middle. I unbutton his fly and then spin him around, and drop his pants, kneeling to the ground as I take them down.
His hard cock is leaking, and I grip his base in one hand and slide my tongue over his slit, my mouth watering again at the taste of him. And then with a soft moan, I swallow him down to his base.
“Oh god, yeah, that’s amazing,” he gasps.
I stare up through my lashes at his perfect, hard body, my free hand sliding over his abs, inch by fucking inch.
“I need you on the bed,” he says, and I release him with a pop.
“You can have me wherever you want me,” I reply, and he helps me to stand and strips off my shirt. This time, in the warmth of his room, I’m not a shivering mess. We toss our clothes to the floor, and as I climb onto the bed, he goes to the bedside table and pulls out a condom and lube.
“Just in case you want to take things . . . further,” he says and I nod.
“Oh, I want that. I really fucking want that. If you wanted to do that, I mean, I would be open to it. I . . .” Suddenly, I’m nervous. I’ve been with only a handful of guys, and penetration wasn’t something they were all into. Plus, in college, it’s not exactly like you really know what you’re doing, you just sort of figure out what you like as you go, and it took until the third time for me to really know I love being fucked just as much as I enjoy pegging a guy. Probably why I was bi for so long. I didn’t mind girls, they were nice enough, but they didn’t give me the same rush I got when I was with a guy. No one gave me the same electric buzz Reid does.
“I would be into it,” he says, and he climbs onto the bed, kissing down my chest, my abs, my cock.
“Oh wow, okay, yeah,” I gasp as he swallows me deep into his throat. He reaches for the lube and coats his fingers, then as he takes me into his mouth again, he slides his slick fingers down the crease of my thigh and circles my entrance.
My hips rise to meet him, my body moving in time with him like we’re locked in a dance, him leading, and me willingly following every step of the way.
He buries his fingers inside and I arch my back, fingers white-knuckling the bedsheets as he spreads me open.
“Mmhmm, that is so . . . so . . . good,” I gasp as he adds another finger, the slight sting passing quicker than I expect it to. I guess my whole body wants him as much as my cock does. Fuck, the way he’s suctioned around me, I’ll be lucky if I don’t come before he’s even done prepping me.
I turn my attention to holding on, keeping control as he edges me closer and closer to orgasm.
“Please fuck me,” I gasp, finally losing control of my resolve.
He kneels between my legs, grabs the condom and rolls it down his rigid cock, covering it in lube, and then positions himself at my entrance.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Fuck yeah.”
And then the burn is intense, his cock so much thicker than his fingers, but I want this. I need this. I need him. I breathe through it.Every inch deeper, the ache lessens, and then he bottoms out with a shudder.
“Are you okay?” he asks, one hand cupping my face.
“Oh yeah,” I say, as I revel in my glorious view of his glistening, hard body hovering above me. He rolls his hips gently, and then not so gently, getting bolder with each thrust. I grip the back of his neck and pull him to me, our mouths clashing together. I kiss him hard, desperate, greedy, and he stops holding back.
He’s got one hand on the headboard and the other holding one of my knees up by my ear, giving him maximum depth, and when his cock thrusts against my prostate, my nails claw at his back as we break our kiss and I cry out.
“Fuuuuck.”
“I’m so close,” he gasps.
“Me too,” I groan, and I wedge my hand between us and jerk myself in time with him. “Oh yeah. More, more, harder. Fuuuuck,” I call out, my orgasm hitting like a tsunami. He’s a beat behind me, his whole body shaking as he peaks.
“That was . . . incredible,” Reid gasps as he withdraws and collapses to the bed beside me.
“Hell yeah, it was.”
We’ve finally caught our breaths, when Reid asks, “Are you going to run away again?”
I roll onto my side, resting my head over his heart, the faint patter of it like a secret song only I get to hear.
