Chapter 14
NIX
“You keep staring at me. Do I have something on my face?” I ask.
Chase is on one end of the couch, working through modules on his computer, and I’m on the other, catching up on some reading. It’s a familiar routine, one we started as friends and are now enjoying as more.
“Just thinking.”
“Would you like to share with the class?”
“I was just thinking about last night. The two of us. In bed.”
“What about it?” After our first time together, I worried Chase might have some sort of bisexual panic moment. It’s one thing to think about having sex with another man and another thing entirely to actually do it. He’s been surprisingly calm, though. Maybe this is the freak-out.
“Well, it seemed like maybe you were holding yourself back.”
I swallow hard.
“So I’m right? Why? I love seeing you enjoying yourself. You’re so sexy like that.”
“I didn’t want to pressure you.” I put a bookmark between the pages and set my book down on the coffee table. “And, I guess, I didn’t want to do anything that might…put you off.”
He wrinkles his brow, thinking. “Like what?”
Oh boy. That’s a loaded question. “Like ask you to penetrate me.”
“You’d let me do that? You’d let me fuck you?”
It sounds so much better when he says it. Far less clinical. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, first of all, I have no idea what I’m doing.” He pauses. “Actually, that’s the whole reason.”
I can’t help but chuckle at his omission. “We can work on that.”
Chase closes his computer and sets it next to him. “That kind of studying sounds way more interesting. Let’s go.” He’s halfway to the bed before I can finish processing the information.
“Now?” Wait. What am I doing? Of course, now.
“Unless…”
“Nope, I’m coming.” On the way to the bed, I pull off my t-shirt and pajama pants. Might as well make this easy. When Chase spots me, he does the same, stripping down to nothing.
When we come together, our kiss is electric.
It’s hard not to think we’re going to spend the rest of the night doing this.
Chase devours me like he’s starving. It’s all I can do to keep up with him as he lowers us onto the mattress.
For a while, we stay like this, him on top of me, us exchanging urgent kisses.
Eventually, my cock aches too much for us to continue like this.
“Please,” I beg. So far, I’ve held myself back with Chase, avoiding begging for anything and letting him take the lead as he explores his newfound attraction to the male body.
We’ve kept it to hands and mouths, which is incredible, but I’ve been dying to have him fill me with his cock. “Chase, I need you.”
“Fuck, Nix. Show me what to do. Teach me how to please you.”
Those words nearly put me over the edge. I’m so wound up, I’m afraid I’ll explode the minute he gets a hand on me. “Grab the lube and a condom.”
His face falls. “I don’t think I have a condom.”
“They’re in the drawer on my side.” Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous, but I stuck a box in a few days ago. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but I was hopeful that we’d get here eventually. “I got tested after my last partner, and everything came back negative.”
“Me, too. I mean, after Kelley.”
“Good, we can talk about going bare another time.” When we’re both this horny, it’s not the time to have a serious conversation.
Chase drops the bottle and condom onto the mattress next to me. When I search his face for any sign that he might be having second thoughts, all I find are his wide pupils and big smile.
“You’re going to have to open me up.” I slide my briefs off so he can get easy access. My cock stands at attention, slapping against my belly. Our conversation has taken a bit of the edge off, but I’m still ready for him.
“I know.” He turns a deep shade of tomato red. “I did some research.” I’m dying to know what kinds of things he was looking at to get that reaction, but there’s no way I’m stopping to ask. Whatever it is, we can talk about it when my dick is soft.
“Good, then you’re ready. Put some lube on your fingers. Use more than you think is necessary.” Especially for his first time, I’d rather he use too much than too little. “Just like that. Okay, go ahead.”
I bend my knees and spread my legs wide. My worries come back to me, just for a second, with me here in such a vulnerable position. As I search Chase’s face, all I see is lust and want. He pauses, and I’m about to offer him more instructions when his finger finds my hole.
“Yes. Fuck, Chase. That feels good.”
“Really?” There’s a certain unsteadiness in his voice.
“Keep going.” At some point, I’m going to need to remember to do this for him, if he’s interested. An introduction to the part of sex he might have been missing out on.
He focuses on the outside for a while, making small circles.
Occasionally, I think he might be ready to insert his finger, but every time he backs off again.
I make sure to let him hear every noise that comes out of me.
It’s not over-the-top or acting, simply letting him know that he’s doing a good job.
Actually, a great job. Fucking fantastic. Five stars.
When his finger presses inside me, I gasp, caught off guard by the sudden change.
“Sorry.”
I reach for his hand, holding him in place while I adjust. “No, it’s good. Honest. Keep going.”
Chase looks skeptical, so I make my point by moving my hips a bit, pressing into his touch. “Chase. Keep going.”
His breath is shaky, but he continues. At first, every movement is slow and controlled. It’s like he’s studying me. Maybe he is. Then he loosens up a bit, making his movement a little bigger and more exploratory.
“Fuck. Give me another finger. I can take it.” It’s been a while since I did this with another human being, but I have a good collection of toys at home that are able to fill the void. Literally and figuratively.
Chase gives in to my begging and gives me a second finger. At this point, he’s turning me into a moaning mess of a human being. “Like that. Perfect,” I coax him when he scissors his fingers. “I’m ready for you.”
“No way. The materials all say I should do three fingers.” Now I’m really curious what he’s been looking at.
“I don’t need it.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
That’s a hard sentiment to argue with, especially when he looks so focused.
“Okay.” Who am I to argue with the sexy man who wants to finger me? “But hurry.”
Maybe I should let him play and explore, but that will have to wait until next time. The moment has been playing in my mind since I was thirteen. That’s a long time to wait to get the real thing.
I put my hands over my face and moan as he works a third finger into me. “Fuck.” Whatever he’s been reading or watching is full of good advice. He works me open with the patience of a saint. When he pegs my prostate, I nearly come off the bed.
“You’ve got to get in me now. Or I’m going to come like this.” Those seem to be the magic words that get him going. I sit up and watch as he puts the condom on and slicks it up with more lube. For a guy who claims he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he seems pretty confident.
“How do you want me?” I ask.
“Whatever’s best for you.”
I think about it for a second before I answer. “On my back. I want to be able to see your face.”
CHASE
I have to say, watching Nix nearly come apart on my fingers is in my top five sexiest moments of my life. It’s currently tied with watching him jerk himself off that first night.
“Ready?” I brace myself, hovering over him. I’d have done this in any position he asked for, but I’m glad he picked this. I want to watch his face the moment I enter him, when he starts to come on my cock.
“Yeah. Start slow. It’ll take me a minute to adjust.”
“You tell me what you need.” I’m terrified of hurting him, but Nix seems confident. The materials I read said to trust him to tell me if I need to slow down or speed up.
I reach between us and position my cock at his entrance. “Good?”
“Yeah, do it.”
As gently as possible, I start to push in. It takes a second, but eventually I feel a pop as I enter. “Fuck. Nix. You feel so good.” I’m barely inside him, but his tight warmth envelopes me. God, I hope I can last long enough to make this good for him.
“Okay, keep going.” As I rock my hips, I watch his face for any sign of discomfort. A few times, his forehead wrinkles, but he doesn’t look to be in pain. “Like that. Yes. There.”
When I’m all the way in, I wait for him to give me the go-ahead. He takes a few long, deep breaths.
“Nix?” It’s so hard not to move, fuck into him with the animalistic energy currently flowing through me.
“Yeah, move. Please.”
It’s the please that breaks me. The way he says it, like me claiming him, is what he needs most in the world right now. I unleash myself, trusting that if it’s too much, he’ll tell me.
Instead, all I hear are his moans and the cacophony of curses filling the room.
Everything about sex with Nix is incredible.
I don’t think it’s because of the difference between being with a man and a woman.
It’s because of Nix. My connection with him is more than I’ve felt with anyone else.
There’s a trust between us, a shared history that goes deeper than anything I’ve had before, even in my marriage.
With each thrust, I watch as the ecstasy crosses his face.
“Nix, I’m close.” I barely manage to grunt out the words while keeping up my pace. “Please.”
I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but Nix does. He reaches between us and wraps his hand around his cock, jerking it in time with my thrusts. I desperately want him to come first, but I’m not sure I can hang on that long.
“Chase,” he pants. “Let go.”
It’s all the permission I need. I yell as my climax hits me. Nix’s channel constricts around me, milking my cock, as he shouts my name. Between us, I can feel his hot cum hit my skin. Fuck, if that wasn’t the best orgasm of my life.
“I hate to ruin the moment, but I need you to get off me.” Nix groans as I pull out and roll to the side.
“So, thoughts?” He asks it in a joking tone, but I can tell he’s hiding his own insecurity.
“When can we do it again?”
He looks down at my softening cock. “I think we might need to wait an hour or two, big guy.”
“Okay, but then you’re going to be on top.” I already got my physical activity time in for the day.
“Deal.”