16. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Arnav
Foster pulled down the sheet and comforter, but only far enough that I could get under them. I stole a long glance at his naked body as he joined me. His dark skin was a delicious contrast to the pale-blue sheets. In dissimilarity to my own paler body. So many shades and yet we were all the same. All human. In this moment, I was keenly aware of how divergent our lives had truly been.
He’d had a difficult childhood.
Mine had been easy.
He hadn’t talked about what coming out had been like for him. Hell, I might’ve outed him on Friday night when I’d brushed a kiss to his cheek in Fifties. I mentally cursed myself for not having that conversation first.
I’d been out at a young age. And yeah, gotten lots of flak for being a twink. Being too femme. Being just too much in general. I’d reined some of that in when I’d gone to university and law school—but I’d also stayed true to who I was in private. And now I was about to be intimate with a guy who, in some respects, I barely knew. In other ways, I knew everything that mattered. His kind heart. His generous soul. His tortured past.
When he crawled on top of me, I opened my thighs to welcome him. He canted his hips so our cocks brushed. And yes, refractory periods weren’t quite as big of a deal for me. I often was able to go again in just a short period of time. Would that change in the next sixteen years? Anatomy said yes. Aging said yes. My mind rebelled, though. Foster wasn’t old. No matter how hard he tried to put that between the two of us, I wouldn’t give in on that. Young at heart. That was the saying.
Right.
He pressed his lips to mine and all thoughts of age and bounce-back periods fled my mind.
I ran my hands from his broad shoulders, down his flanks, to his ass. I grasped the round firm cheeks and squeezed.
He moaned.
I coaxed him closer.
“Slow down.” The panted words escaped his lips through labored breaths. “Remember, I want to be in you.”
“So get in me.” I squeezed his ass again. “Nothing’s stopping you.”
“Well…at the very least, I want to prep you.” He rolled off me and headed toward the nightstand.
Patiently I waited. But once he had a condom wrapper and the lube in his hand, my patience ran out. I snagged the lube out of his fingers, opened my legs, and started prepping myself.
“Hey.” He frowned.
“Next time, okay?” I stuck a couple of fingers into my ass and reveled in the burn. “Next time you can take all the time you want. This time? We’re getting on with it right now.”
He blinked. “Well, okay.” He opened the condom wrapper, knelt, and rolled the condom on his impressive length. Long and slender. Great for nailing my prostate.
I tossed him the lube.
He grinned as he slathered himself.
“Who’s in charge?” I eyed him.
After a moment’s consideration, he answered, “You are.”
“But you understand you can say stop at any time, right? That you’re not obliged to do anything you don’t want to?”
Slowly, he nodded. “Yeah, I get it.”
“Great, then fuck me already.”
A grin spread across his face. “Whatever you want.”
I pulled my knees up and out of the way as he positioned himself between my thighs. As he guided himself to me, our gazes held.
He drew in a long, shaky breath. “I…uh…”
“I know.” I said the words as softly as I could. Because I did know. Because I felt the same way. Although we’d only known each other four days—or four weeks, if one counted the blow job at Quinton’s—I knew how I felt about him. I was looking at him and, as improbable as it felt, saw my future.
After a moment, he pressed into me.
I reveled in the burn as his crown pushed in. I loved sex, and I enjoyed the sensation of being filled. Of being connected. I saw my future.
He pulled his lower lip through his teeth as he continued to push in.
I wound my legs around his waist and pressed my heels into his ass.
He pushed deeper and, after a rather long period of time, bottomed out. He sighed.
“Great, now will you please fuck me into the mattress? I’m not fragile. Some guys might be, but—”
He withdrew and thrust back in.
I grunted. “Perfect. Now again.”
To my delight, he obeyed my command. Over and over—with greater intensity and force, but letting me guide his rhythm and speed with my words.
Chasing my orgasm proved challenging as I worried about his frame of mind as much as my own.
“I need you to come.” He said the words through gritted teeth.
“Huh?” I’d been so focused on him that the words were slow in registering.
“Please.” He thrust in again. “Jerk yourself. Just…do something.”
“Oh, right.” Somehow that hadn’t occurred to me. I grasped my shaft and tugged along to the rhythm he set. The added friction was enough to send me over the edge. “I’m coming.” And with that, I erupted over my hand, with my cum going all over my chest, up my neck, hitting my chin, and even onto the sheets.
“Oh, thank fuck.” He thrust twice more, then held himself still, his head thrown back.
As much as I wanted to command him to meet my stare, I faltered.
He let out a howl of pleasure.
A howl I felt from my tingling scalp down to the tips of my toes. Fuck, that was hot .
Slowly, he lowered his head and met my gaze. He blinked several times—whether to bring me into focus or to stave off tears, I wasn’t certain.
So I opened my arms.
He lowered himself into my embrace, ignoring the mess of my spunk between us.
I might’ve been grateful he didn’t just drop like a stone. He wasn’t huge, but he had a bit of heft. All those muscles that had held him up as he’d drilled me good. I didn’t always like to go so vigorous on my first go-round with a guy. With Foster, though, I had no worries. He’d treated me like the precious person he seemed to believe I was. Not china or anything, just…someone to be cared for.
And he’d listened so well. His submissive nature called to me. Not all pups were subs. Some were assertive, some were brats, and some—like Foster—were cuddle muffins. As I held him, he let his true nature show, smooshing his face in against my neck. I held him, stroked him, and even gave him little scritches.
In other words, I tried to show him just how damn much I cared.
And he reacted to my affection by holding me closer. His dick eased out of me with a little pop, but I barely felt it. After all these years, I knew how to prep myself. Knew exactly how much I could take. Sometimes I needed slow and sensual. Sometimes I needed passionate and life-affirming.
Well, we’d definitely affirmed life this afternoon.
“I must be heavy.”
“I can manage.” I held him tighter, but as his back cooled, we needed to either pull up the comforter or get up so we could clean ourselves. “Why don’t you roll over? I’ll clean us and then we can snuggle.”
He raised his head. “You’d do that?”
I scratched his scalp in a way I’d noted he enjoyed.
He closed his eyes in evident bliss.
“We can do whatever you want.”
“I need to dig your SUV out.”
Ugh. He sort of had a point.
“Why don’t we check the weather report? If the temperature is going to rise, maybe the snow will melt.” Even I knew how absurd that notion was. Several feet of snow didn’t melt in a few hours. Or even a day. Not unless the temperature shot up to a level it would never.
He chuckled. “Nice try. I agree to checking the weather report while you clean us. I like the idea of just lying here though.”
“You do look sort of blissed. Or would you prefer your dog bed?” He might want to settle into relaxation that way. Maybe have a nap.
As he tucked his head against my neck, he whispered, “Thank you for understanding. I’m good, though. Just want to be with you.”
Music to my ears. So I gently eased him off me and left him with his phone while I went to the washroom. I cleaned myself up, needed to piss—thanks to the two coffees—and then headed back into the bedroom with a warm washcloth.
He grinned as I wiped him down. He’d removed the condom and knotted it off, so I took it and the washcloth back to the bathroom.
When I returned, he held the comforter up for me.
I dove in. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he kept the house cold. I didn’t regret not taking my socks off. I might’ve looked less than elegant, but at least my feet were warm.
“The snow is going to stop in a couple of hours—according to the weather app, which is pretty reliable. The city says all the streets in Mission City proper should be plowed within the next hour or so.”
He lay on his back, so I snuggled up against him, placing my head in the crook of his arm. “So we’re good for a while yet.”
“Yeah, I’d say so. Once the plow passes, it shouldn’t take me long to dig you out. Then you can be on your way.”
I didn’t want to go. Honestly, I would’ve stayed if I could. Except I had a major client meeting in the morning, and as long as they were able to make it to my office, we were good. I could do a video conference, but I didn’t like the impersonality of that. Sometimes it couldn’t be helped. Most of the time, I managed to see people in the office. I also needed to prep for the meeting, and that couldn’t be done on my phone alone.
Finally, although my mother was good at calming my father, he still worried. When I’d left for university, he tried to talk me into the hellacious commute to the University of British Columbia. I’d stood firm and lived in a dorm. When I’d finished law school, though, Papi was the one who had convinced me to move home. He left other aspects of mothering up to my mother, but he liked to keep me within reach at all times.
I’d been sending messages to the family group chat and endured serious ribbing since Rashmi had boldly told everyone I’d been out on a date when the snowstorm had stranded me.
Serious payback was in order.
“Arnav?”
“Yes?” I angled my head so I could meet his gaze.
“Are we going to do this again?”
I pushed up so I could drop a kiss to his lips. “I certainly hope so.”
“Yeah. Okay. Me too.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
Part of me wanted to encourage him to roll onto his side so I could spoon him. So I could protect him. The rest of me was reassured when his eyes drifted shut and he went to sleep.
He’s comfortable enough with me to be vulnerable. That’s a good sign.
Or he was just a guy who fell asleep after sex. Given what he’d said about his ex, though, that didn’t seem likely. No, he trusted me.
That meant everything.