Page 47 of Date With Skates

“My mouth too good?”

I brush some hair away from his forehead and kiss the corner of his lips.

“Yes.”

With my arm wrapped around him, I lean over to grab the bottle of lube from his end table and hand it to him.

“What am I doing with this?” he asks as he takes the bottle.

I brush my lips against his again, wanting to kiss him more and more each time I see him.

“You’re going to lube up my cock so you can ride me.”

He grins, biting his bottom lip as he pops the cap and does exactly as I say by tipping the bottle upside down and drizzling it all over the head of my cock. The liquid drips all the way down, pooling at my balls and onto the bed.

“You’re making a mess on your bed,” I say.

He shrugs, turning the bottle the right way and closing it. “It’s only fair, since I’ve made a mess of yours so many times.”

His hand comes around my dick, rubbing in the lube, and I don’t even have to tell him to sit on it before he does. I hold onto his hips, letting him take me in his own time. This position is new for us, and he may not be able to take me so easily.

He does, though. Sits right on my cock and slides all the way down. Somehow he feels even better than I remember.

“You feel so good,” I growl out, pulling him closer so our chests are pressed together.

His cock rubs against my stomach as he lifts himself up and down, riding my cock slowly. I can’t tell if he’s trying to tease me or take it slow, so he doesn’t come. Maybe he doesn’t want me to come too soon, either.

I can’t help but smile against his neck as I lean in to kiss him.

His arms come around my neck, holding on as he starts to move faster.

“Connor…” he whines.

I nip at his skin. He hisses, which turns into a low whine.

“Yeah, Trouble?”

“I’m going to miss this,” he says breathlessly.

“The sex?” I ask, hopeful.

He’s quiet a moment, still moving on my cock with ragged thrusts.

“No, idiot. You.”

My chest fills with warmth at his admission, and Étienne moves just the right way, hits just the right spot, to send me over the edge. The orgasm rocks my body, my dick pumping my release as his cock erupts between us. His cum lands on both our chests, reaching my chin. He leans in to lick it up as he keeps fucking me through my orgasm.

We’re shaking as we come down from the high, holding onto each other and breathing heavily. Even when our breathing is back to normal, we still stay there.

Holding each other.

Not wanting to let go.

Eventually we have to, but I can tell by the look on his face he wants to as much as me. Which is not at all. I wish we had more time together. More time to just stay like this, and not worry about having to be somewhere…

I haven’t allowed myself to think about the little time we have left together because it hurts too much, and I assumed it was one-sided. I told myself it was, which helped me feel better about pushing through whatever crush I had.

But I know now this is more than a crush.