Chapter 21 #2
My dick is an average length, but I’ve got girth going for me. It’s not enough that I’m anything special, but with how Curtis is looking at me, I can almost believe it. Then he drops to his knees.
I almost yelp as he leans in, wraps his lips around me, and swallows me all the way down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck.”
His eyes fall closed as he blows me, working up and down my aching shaft, tongue in overdrive and hand cupping my balls in a way that has them oversensitive and tight.
“You taste so good,” he pulls off long enough to murmur.
He’s about to swallow me again when I have to stop him. “You are way too skilled at that, and I can’t guarantee I’m not going to come within the next five seconds.”
He hums and rubs his face against my cock. “That won’t work.”
“No, I’d actually like to enjoy this a bit longer.”
Curtis stands and ditches his underwear on the way up, distracting me with sheer perfection. No cock deserves to look that good, but what the hell did I do to get to experience it?
He cards his hand possessively through my hair. “I want you to fuck me.”
Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I’m so completely down for that I don’t even know where my words have gone.
“Please,” he begs, like I haven’t agreed with him a million times in my head. “I need you.”
“Lie on the bed.”
I keep one eye on him as he spreads out sexily while I go to his nightstand and pull open the top drawer.
His lube is right on top, and buried down the side is an open box of condoms that I snag one from.
It’s a weird thought, him being sexually active outside of the porn, and probably weirder that while I couldn’t care less about the thousands of nameless and faceless strangers watching him, the thought of him physically with someone else has jealousy coming in hot.
Especially when I turn back around and take in everything waiting for me.
How is he even single? Kind, successful, and hot as fuck. I know he doesn’t want a relationship, but how doesn’t he at least have people fighting for his attention?
Curtis didn’t even ask me to fight for it; he just gave it to me. I’m still not sure I deserve it.
I lift the condom to rip it open with my teeth.
“Do we need that?”
“The condom?”
“Yeah.” He’s stroking himself as he watches me. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup, and I’m on PrEP.”
I’m almost embarrassed to admit this. “I’m not on PrEP … anymore. I stopped taking it about a year ago when I realized what a depressingly long time it’d been since I had sex.”
“You?” he asks like he can’t believe it.
“If I wasn’t working, I was sleeping. What can I say, I’m the life of the party.”
The corner of his lips twitches. “Totally up to you, but I’m not going to lie. I want to feel you inside me.”
Decision made.
I toss the condom back toward the drawer and squeeze out the lube on my fingers instead. Then I climb up over him.
“You good?”
“I need you to make me stop thinking.”
I might not be able to do much to help his horrible situation, but that’s one thing I can give him.
My mouth claims his as I reach between his legs, finding his hole. He’s still stroking himself, and my cock is hard and leaking without relief, but it won’t be long until I can bury it inside him and drive myself out of my damn mind.
Curtis takes one finger easily, his body opening and molding around it in a way I can’t wait to feel somewhere else. I might be helping distract him, but there’s no way this is a selfless act with how I’m vibrating from his touch.
My next finger pushes inside, enjoying the glorious way his ass sucks me in deep, and I almost forget to stop breathing with how his kiss reaches into my soul.
I needed this too.
I take my time stretching him, getting him nice and open for me. Curtis is so responsive whenever I brush his prostate or tease his rim, and it’s hot to think that even with all the times he’s done this to himself, I can still bring this reaction from him.
I can turn him on.
Me.
I’m so close to humping his fucking thigh when he spreads his legs wider, giving me more room to move. I’ve stretched him enough to take my third finger. The whole time I sink it into him, Curtis’s grip twists tighter on my hair.
I have to pull back to catch my breath, and I rest my forehead on his. From the corner of my eye, I can see his arm still moving, and what I wouldn’t give to make him come hands-free. To know that I was able to turn him on with just my cock and have that happen.
“I’m ready,” he whispers. “Please. Need you.”
The hitch in his tone almost hurts.
I’m so lost in stretching him that I don’t notice he’s stopped touching himself until his lube-covered fingers glide down my cock.
He coats me with it, and I’m so worked up from his hand on me that I don’t know how this is going to last, but I’m determined.
I’ll fuck him all afternoon and night if I have to in order to get him out of his head.
I pull my fingers out of his hole and take my cock instead.
Our eyes lock as I line up at his entrance and slowly push inside, hit with the most overwhelming thought that I’d give Curtis anything he asks for.
Because he deserves it.