Chapter 18 #2
Is that a real question? I don’t know how I’m supposed to come up with an answer other than everything. Right now, all I want is him close to me. “Whatever you want.” I crawl up onto the bed, patting the mattress to encourage him to join me.
“You’ll have to be a bit more specific.” The bed dips as he kneels on the edge. “Maybe you can tell me if there’s anything you don’t want.”
I start to shake my head, but pause, trying to come up with a better answer. “Nothing I can think of is off the table.”
“You’ll tell me if that changes?” He stretches out next to me. Finally, my body is pressed against his, all our bare skin touching.
“Yeah. I will.”
“Good.” Oliver puts his fingers under my chin, lifting my head slightly so he can kiss me again. I can’t stop all the moans that keep coming out of my mouth as he devours me. It’s all I can do to hold on to him, pull him in as tight as possible.
When his cock bumps against mine, I gasp. The downside of waiting until our third date is that I won’t last very long. It’s been nearly a month since Oliver last touched me, and tonight, I can feel every aching minute of it.
“Please,” I beg, not sure exactly what it is that I’m asking for, but knowing that Oliver will give it to me.
“Would you be open to me fucking you?” he asks.
I remember back to that first ill-advised night, when he mentioned he was vers. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it often. How much I wanted to take him up on everything he offered in that one sentence. “Yes, please.”
“Have you bottomed before?” There’s no judgment in his voice, none of the usual bullshit that I often hear from folks. Instead, he gently rubs his hand over my hips, caressing me.
“I have,” I say carefully. “I play with myself sometimes, but it’s been a while since I was with another person.” At least five years, maybe more.
“I’ll take good care of you. You just let me know if you need a break or want me stop.” He looks around the room. “Supplies?”
“Bathroom.” I wince as I say the words. I should have planned and left them on the nightstand.
“Be right back.” He kisses the top of my head and darts off. I barely have a moment to tense up before he’s back, carrying a bottle of lube and condoms.
“You good?” he asks as he crawls back into bed next to me.
“Yeah.” Whatever nerves managed to creep in over the last few seconds dissipate now that he’s next to me again. “Come here.”
Oliver scootches in close so he can kiss me.
Once again, I’m completely lost in his touch.
Our touches start soft, tentative as we explore one another.
It’s only been about a month since the last time we found ourselves in bed together, but it’s like exploring his body for the first time.
Each plane and each curve is a discovery.
When his finger grazes my hole, I nearly jump off the bed. It’s not bad, just surprising. For a moment, I forgot where this was going.
“Okay?” Oliver pulls back, waiting for confirmation.
“Yeah, just go slow.”
“As slow as you need.”
True to his word, Oliver preps me slowly.
So slowly that I think he’s drawing it on purpose, teasing me even.
When I look up at his face, I don’t see any of those things.
His expression is pure focus and adoration.
As much as I want to tell him to hurry the fuck up, I can’t.
Not when he’s staring at me with what can only be described as reverence.
“How do you feel?” he asks as he leans down, planting kisses along my thigh.
“Like I was fucking ready an hour ago.” It’s the most I’ve said to him through the entire experience, both of us apparently content to let the space be filled with my grunts and moans.
“Don’t get feisty.” Oliver swats my ass playfully, barely hard enough for me to even feel it. “How do you want me?”
He leans over and grabs one of the condoms he set on the mattress. There are three, which is either wishful thinking or a lot of stamina on his part.
“On my side?” It’s what I’ve been imagining all these weeks, him close behind me, holding me tight while he fucks me.
“Perfect.”
Oliver coats his sheathed cock with lube and gets into position behind me. When the head of his cock presses against my entrance, I briefly tense up, a little panicked at the prospect of bottoming for the first time in so long. When I close my eyes, all I can feel is the way Oliver’s touching me.
His hand making slow circles over my thigh.
His lips moving gently against my neck.
His foot tangled against mine in the sheets.
It’s all enough for me to take a deep breath and relax. As soon as I do, he’s able to push inside a little.
“Oh, fuck. Aaron.” Oliver pants against my shoulder. “You’re so tight. You feel so good for me.”
“Need you,” I say. I press my hips back, encouraging him to sink further into me.
It’s a slow process, Oliver moving a little at a time until he’s buried deep inside me.
He stills, waiting for me to let him know I’m okay.
He’s bigger than the dildos I have tucked away in a drawer, but it doesn’t take long for the intrusion to start to feel good.
“Move. Please.”
That must be what Oliver was waiting for, because as soon as the words are out of my mouth, he sets a brutal pace, pounding into me.
I search for something to hold onto, my hand grasping for the sheet or a pillow, anything to help ground me to the moment.
Instead, I find Oliver’s hand as he reaches around and lace our fingers together.
Instinctively, I pull his hand up to my mouth, kissing the back of his hand. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Spurred on by his little moans, I suck one of his fingers into my mouth.
“Shit. Fuck. That feels too good.”
He speeds up his hips as he pulls his hand away from me. I almost complain, but before I can get the words out, he wraps his spit-slick hand around my cock.
“Need you to come,” he says between gasps of air.
“I’m close.” Even saying that, my orgasm takes me by surprise, crashing over me in big waves. “Ngh.” It’s all I can get out as everything goes white.
Oliver manages a few more thrusts before he grunts and fills the condom.
We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum.
When he pulls out, I wince a little. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I can’t stand the look of terror on Oliver’s face. “Not at all. Really.” I take his free hand in mine and brush my lips over his knuckles. Kissing any part of him is quickly becoming one of my favorite things. He doesn’t look entirely convinced. “I promise. Really.”
“I’ll be right back. Do you need anything?”
“Water? I think you dehydrated me.” I’m only half joking.
“Got it.”
He’s only gone for a few seconds, at least that’s what it feels like. It might have been because I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Hey, drink this before you go to sleep.” Oliver stands at the bedside, holding a glass of water. It takes a little effort, but I manage to sit up enough to drink it without choking. I must’ve been thirstier than I thought, because I down the whole thing in a few gulps.
When I finish, he’s still standing there, completely naked.
“Are you coming back to bed?”
“I, uh, didn’t know if I was staying the night.”
Oh. This is where my communication could use a little improvement. “I want you to. If you can, I mean. I have to get up early for work, but you’re welcome to sleep in if you want.”
“Aren’t you worried I’ll poke around in all your things?”
“Nope. All my top-secret information is stored at an off-site facility.”
“Well, then I do have one condition.” He puts a knee up on the bed and leans in close. “You sleep on the side with the wet spot.”
I can’t help the burst of laughter I let out. I thought he was going to give me some ultimatum about our relationship status or ask me to use the other condoms that are still out.
“You know, I have other sheets. Neither of us has to sleep in the wet spot.”
Despite my tiredness, I get up, and the two of us strip and make the bed together. It’s not an exciting activity, but it’s nice to share the task with someone else.
A few minutes later, we’re back in bed, my head resting against his chest as I rub my hand over his furry belly.
“Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s something I wanted to ask you. It’s not really a big deal or anything, but my family knows about you. I mean, not just that you exist, but that we’re dating. I didn’t tell them everything, obviously, but they know.”
“Okay.” I draw out the word, waiting to hear the question.
“Well, they wanted me to ask you to come home with me for Christmas.” I can hear his heart racing, slowly picking up speed as he continues talking. “I told them you might already have plans or that you might be working, but they insisted I ask. So… do you?”
“Do I what?” Somewhere in there, I lost track of exactly what I was supposed to answer.
“Have plans for Christmas?” His voice is soft, almost breathy.
“Not really. I think I’m working on Christmas Eve and Day, though.” We put in for holidays months ago, long before Oliver and I even met.
“Oh. I mean, I figured. I’ll tell them.” That dejected tone breaks my heart.
“I can see if it’s possible to switch.” I’m not sure anyone would be willing to, and no one currently owes me a favor that big. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
“I won’t.” His tone is noticeably happier.
Fuck.