Chapter 17
Seventeen
Angelo
I’m exhausted as I pull the car into Thomas’s driveway.
It’s been a long night hanging out with my family, and as always it has a way of leaving me drained.
Still, I don’t know if I’m ready to say goodbye to Thomas.
He unbuckles his seatbelt, and I find myself doing the same, getting out of the car to walk him to his door.
“I guess I’ll see you later,” he tells me as he fidgets with his keys. “Unless you want to come in.”
I should say no. It’s been a long day already, but I find myself leaning closer to press my lips to his.
Thomas grabs the lapel of my jacket, holding me to him for a proper kiss as we make out on his doorstep.
I’ve already made up my mind. I don’t fight him as he unlocks the door and leads us inside.
We kick off our shoes, and Thomas takes my coat, hanging it near the door.
Then he kisses me again, his hands on my hips, pushing up my shirt to rest on bare skin.
“Come on,” he urges me to follow him deeper into the house, past the glimpse of the living room to his bedroom.
Thomas closes the door behind us and crowds me back until my back is against it.
He presses kisses to my neck as his hands move to my shirt, stripping it off of me.
He gets me down to my underwear in a matter of minutes, and I might as well be wearing nothing for how obscenely my erection is tenting the fabric.
But Thomas backs away. His hand lightly swats my ass as he talks. “Get on the bed.”
I lie on the bed, keeping my eyes on him as he pulls off his clothes until he’s as barely dressed as I am.
I’m lying on my back as Thomas climbs on the bed, moving between my legs.
He leans over me, toying with my dick through the thin fabric of my boxer-briefs.
I’m already leaking pre-cum. I can’t help it.
He’s been touching me all night, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.
Thomas pulls my underwear down, tucking the fabric under my balls to give him access.
Then he licks the head of my dick, slowly circling the smooth skin.
I’m fighting the urge to thrust my hips up and choke him with my dick.
Thomas is toying with me with teasing licks and kisses along my shaft, but I want more. “Fuck me,” I groan.
His eyes meet mine, and I can see the heat burning in response to my words. He wastes no time stripping off my underwear before he reaches over to his nightstand to grab the necessary supplies. “You want me in you, baby? Wanna feel me deep inside of you?” he coos.
“Yes, please.” I spread my legs wider to give him room. Thomas lubes up his fingers, his other hand bending my leg at the knee to give him a better angle. It’d probably be easier if I flipped over to my belly, but then I wouldn’t get to look at Thomas as he circles my hole with a slick finger.
“You feel so tight. Can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock,” he tells me.
My dick twitches, wanting some attention as he thrusts his fingers into me.
He’s making quick work of prepping me, twisting and separating his fingers inside me to ready me for something bigger.
It doesn’t feel rushed, though. If anything, I want him to go faster.
I want to get to the main part of the night.
It feels like we’ve been putting this off long enough.
“I’m good,” I tell him. “I want you in me.”
“So impatient,” he teases, thrusting his fingers in again and rubbing against my prostate.
I bite back a groan, and Thomas pulls out his fingers.
He grabs the condom, ripping it open and sheathing his cock.
Thomas leans down to press a kiss on my lips as he moves into position between my legs.
I feel his cockhead pressing against my hole, and I relax as he pushes inside of me.
The stretch burns, and I almost wish I had let him prep me more, but that doesn’t mean I want to stop.
Thomas has a thick cock, and as he bottoms out, I feel full.
“Damn,” I moan.
“Feel good?” he asks. “You’re so tight and hot. Feels so good, baby.”
“Fuck me. I need you to move,” I tell him.
Thomas grins, pressing another light kiss to my lips before he slowly rolls his hips.
We kiss as he fucks into me. There’s no rush as we grind together, his dick rubbing my prostate.
Thomas takes his time, kissing and sucking on my neck as he thrusts.
When I get closer, I reach between us to grab my dick and jerk off in rhythm to his movements. “Gonna come,” I warn.
Thomas picks up his pace, fucking me through my orgasm as I cover both of us with my seed. His hips pulse a few more times before he stops with a groan as his own orgasm hits. “Damn,” Thomas says as he pulls out and carefully ties off the condom, dropping it into a nearby trashcan.
“We should probably clean up,” I say, but I’m not making any attempt to move.
“In a minute,” Thomas argues. He pulls me to him, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I wanna enjoy this first.”