Twelve #3
“If you walk out of here, you’ll be sorry,” I warned him.
“I don’t wanna go anywhere, but also, I have no idea what to do,” he said hoarsely, and I noted that his dick was poking out of his boxers, already rock hard.
“Your body seems pretty interested in me.”
“All of me—my head, my heart, and clearly my body—is interested in you.”
“That is very good to know.”
“Could you please tell me what to do?”
“Go to the end of the bed.”
He moved quickly, which I loved.
“Now sit down with your feet on the floor.”
My directions were quickly followed, and I rolled out of bed and walked over to him.
“Lie back and tell me how long it’s been.”
“Over two years.”
“Why haven’t you let anyone touch you?”
“I didn’t want just anyone,” he whispered, staring at me. “I’ve never been that way.”
“So before Caitlyn…?”
“Two girls I thought I loved.”
“Why would you want me and no one else?”
“Because you hug me and touch me and remind me to eat and drink water. You take care of my kids and me, and whenever your beautiful brown eyes are on me, I think, What can I do to make him stay with me and never leave ?”
“So you’re gonna give me your body? You think that’ll do it?”
He nodded.
“I think I’ll?—”
“And my heart,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “I think you want that the most. It’s true, isn’t it? You do.”
“I do,” I ground out before going to my knees between his thighs and mouthing him through his briefs. His moan was full of hunger and yearning. “Oh, he liked that.”
“Wait.”
I squinted at him. “Why?”
He smiled at me. “I love how annoyed you look.”
“I’m kind of in the middle of something here.”
“Yes, I—but I want you to know that after I found out about the cheating, I went immediately and got tested and I’m good, and as I said, there’s been no one, so…I’m safe.”
The rambling told me that sharing that information was important to him. “Me too,” I assured him. “I can send you––”
“No,” he husked. “I don’t—I wanted you to know that we don’t need anything. No condoms for us because there will only ever be me and you.”
“That’s right,” I agreed and groped him through his briefs.
“Watch yourself down there,” he teased. “It may go off with even a moment of your attention. You’re having a crazy effect on my body.”
“Am I?”
“Don’t sound like you’re not sure, because yes, Nash Miller, I want you to kiss me, I want your hands on me, I want you to… oh fuck !”
I’d moved the elastic just enough so I could lick precum from the already leaking head, but quickly got up and walked around the bed.
“Wait, where are you going?” He sounded panicky.
“Nowhere,” I promised, grabbing a pillow and covering his face with it.
“What’re you trying to say? I’m already too loud?”
“Yeah. You’re already too loud,” I said, laughing. “Lift up.”
When he did, I yanked down his boxers, and his long, cut, beautiful cock, fully erect, steadily dripping, bounced free.
“Oh, look at that,” I said, and leaned over and licked him from balls to head.
He screamed into the pillow, and I enjoyed that immensely. Nothing better than giving pleasure. It made me feel like a god.
When I took hold of his cock, needing to curve it forward so I could take him down the back of my throat in a seamless glide, he moved the pillow to watch me.
The sounds he made as he writhed under me were filthy.
The whispered, urgent pleading made me slow down so I could suck and lave and show him how good it could be.
“You can’t expect me to… It’s been too long, and your mouth and how you’re lookin’ at me… For fuck’s sake, Nash, this is gonna be the quickest blowjob in history.”
“That’s okay,” I said with a gravelly rumble. “Neither of us is going anywhere.”
“Yeah, but I want you to…to…oh, please ,” he begged as I took in all of him and sucked hard. Watching him clutch at the covers and writhe on the bed was a treat.
When I slipped two saliva-coated fingers gently, slowly into his body, just past his opening, he arched up and came so hard, I thought for a moment he might have passed out. But then I heard the panting, and when I checked, saw his slitted eyes on me, hands reaching for me, trying to grab hold.
“If I come up there and kiss you, you’re gonna taste cum on my tongue.”
“Please,” he whined, so I moved, dropping down over him and taking his mouth in a mauling kiss.
I was overstimulated—seeing him come apart and tasting him had me close—so I stood up and took off my sleep shorts.
“Get up higher on the bed,” I ordered.
He moved fast, his gaze riveted on my cock.
Spitting into my hand, I came down beside him, lined up our bodies, and took his not quite flaccid cock and my rock-hard one both in hand, stroking us together exactly how I liked it, quick and dirty.
I took possession of his mouth, licking and biting, making him open for me as I kissed him, and swallowed his scream when he came again, spurting over my hand and wrist, my own cum on his beautiful heaving abdomen.
After long moments, he touched me with trembling hands.
“You all right?” I asked him.
“You’re incredible, that was amazing, and I very much want to do everything with you.”
I chuckled and kissed him.
“Why didn’t you just say, Oh, honey, I’m gonna blow your mind and make you mine ?”
“You’re funny.”
“No, really. Why?”
“Because if you didn’t like me touching you, then?—”
“All I want is for you to touch me for the rest of my life.”
He was all flushed, his breath ragged, his lips red and puffy, his eyes checked out. “You look very beautiful right now.”
“I’ve never had two orgasms in a row, and you did it like, You think you’ve felt good before? Hold my beer. ”
I laughed into the side of his neck, licked his skin, sucked there a moment, and then took a tiny bite because he was irresistible.
“Fuck,” he gasped, jolting beside me. “You turned me into a giant fuckin’ goose bump. What the hell, Nash?”
“No?” I teased him, moving so I was over him before slowly giving him my weight, pressing him down, pinning him to the bed under me. “Should I stop?”
He took my face in his hands and pulled me down for another grinding, devouring kiss. It felt like he wanted to eat me whole.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me.”
“That’s the sex talking,” I said, kissing the curve where his neck met his shoulder, biting down, feeling his body twitch in my arms.
“It’s me talking,” he said, rolling me to my back.
I started laughing because we were going to need to change the sheets.
“Yeah, neither of us is a grown-up,” he said with a sigh before kissing me again. If this was how my life was going to be from now on, I was more than ready for it to start.
“You’re never going to leave me. Say it now so I can hear it,” he prodded me.
“I will never leave you or your annoying children, Luke Duchesne.”
“Good,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me. “That’s so very good.”
It was an excellent beginning.