Xander #3
Opening the drawer beside my bed, I reached in and grabbed the bottle of lube. “Well, fuck.”
“What?” he asked, having rolled over to stretch the towel out under him so we didn’t ruin the sheets…again.
“We forgot to replenish the condoms,” I told him with a sigh. “We used the last of them last night.”
“Right, meant to do a store run and buy a lot of them,” he said with a grunt. “Ah well. That’s why God gave me a mouth, and I dedicated my life’s work to making sure my gag reflex would never get in the way.”
Tempting. “Or—”
He cocked his head, blinking. “Are you…about to propose barebacking?”
“I’m surprised you’ve never brought it up,” I told him, considering the possibility.
“Right well, I’m not the one with trust issues, but I know you are, so I wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up,” he said lightly as if casually evaluating me psychologically was a perfectly normal and not at all awkward thing to do.
Not that he was wrong. I had known from a young age that I didn’t want kids, and for years I had lived in a constant, low-grade fear of accidental pregnancy.
It didn’t matter if you were diligent about birth control and condoms; accidents could happen.
That sort of accident, though, resulted in a tiny human who depended on you for everything.
And no kid deserved to be raised by a grumpy asshole who barely had patience for himself, let alone other people.
Condoms had been a must, and I had only dropped them with Mona after a doctor had finally agreed to give me a vasectomy and even then, I’d been too worried to commit to going without a condom that it had taken me months to do it.
There was no risk of pregnancy here, obviously, but there were other risks.
Which, if Colin was willing to go bareback, meant he believed himself to be clean and believed I was as well.
That meant it was up to me to decide if I trusted him enough, and so we came back to his assertion that I did, in fact, have an issue with trusting people.
I grunted, tossing the lube onto the bed beside him. “I’m not paying child support if you get pregnant.”
“And you call me an idiot,” he said, but there was a new gleam in his eyes. “That your way of saying you have a breeding kink?”
“The opposite, in fact,” I told him, but there was no denying the thrill of anticipation building rapidly in my gut.
“A breeding phobia, got it,” he said as I covered his body with mine and caught his lips again.
Not the phrasing I would have chosen, but I couldn’t deny there was truth to it. Without the fear of pregnancy, however, there was just the concern about catching something, which I had to accept and try to move past.
Behind that was the realization that I was about to find myself buried in him with nothing between his insides and my cock.
That the tight heat of his ass was going to be felt in its entirety.
There would be no need to toss the condom afterward, with all evidence either splattered on his body or deep inside him.
For the first time, the idea of coming inside someone wasn’t tinged heavily by worry but by a sudden thrill.
My heart raced as he took the lube in hand and spread himself open.
I had done it a few times, but I had to admit, it was far better when he did it.
Not that I objected to fingering him open and watching him squirm while I found the part of him that drove him crazy.
It was just too much fun to watch him slide his fingers into himself while he lazily stroked his dick, as if trying to draw out the pleasure and taunt me over what I was missing.
“You’re so easy,” he said as he watched me watch him raptly. “So very easy.”
“Shut up,” I muttered, stroking myself as I watched him push a third finger into himself and then leaned down to take him into my mouth.
“So easy,” he repeated with a groan, his cock twitching in my mouth.
The taste was familiar, and while I wasn’t going to be writing any rave reviews, I had grown used to it enough to appreciate it for the signal it was.
He was turned on and making a mess of himself, and he was excited because I was sucking him down as far as I dared while he fingered himself in anticipation of the first, and hopefully not last time I would fuck him bare.
I grabbed the lube to slick myself up when he finally stopped, holding his fingers inside as he watched me blow him.
It was strange how quickly and easily you could grow accustomed to someone, to having an instinctive sense of what they were trying to say.
I knew he was willing to have fun, the sort of fun that a month ago I would have denied, but he was ready for me to fuck him.
And as I rolled him over so I could look down at the impressive mounds of his ass, stroking his back as I positioned myself, I was more than happy to accommodate that wish.
I pressed against him, my breath catching ever so slightly before pressing forward.
Gripping the base of my cock, I kept myself steady as I bore down, and the noise I made when the head disappeared, his body wrapping around it, was hard to explain.
It was warm, and I had to take a moment to be grateful that we had been so active lately.
If I’d had more than a day’s break between orgasms, I probably would have blown right then and there.
I sank deeper into the intoxicating grip of his body until I could prop myself up with one arm, the other in the middle of his back and pressing him down.
His face was turned so I could see him, giving me the chance to watch as his face scrunched with pleasure and mild discomfort, and to still watch myself disappear inside him.
As always, rocking back and forth was the best way to get into him with minimal struggle, but it was harder to remain in control without a condom to deaden at least some of the sensation.
Then I was inside him, my hips pressed against the firmness of his ass, and I hovered there, knees pressing into the bed, leaning over to kiss the back of his neck.
He chuckled weakly, straining to turn his head.
I knew what he wanted, catching his lips with mine and flexing so my cock jerked.
He grunted, muttering an insult he didn’t mean, and I ignored.
Mostly because he returned the favor, and I felt his hole squeeze around me, making me grunt and slap the back of his head.
“You get me off early and you’re going to be taking care of yourself after I roll over and go to sleep,” I growled, grinding down into him and making him moan.
“I’ll behave,” he promised, and I believed him…
this time. The thing about Colin liking to be ordered around and manhandled was that he was still Colin, which meant that as pliant and submissive as he could be, he also couldn’t help but be a shithead sometimes.
More and more lately, I’d actually enjoyed it when he was a little shit, it wasn’t just that it was a playfulness that had been missing from my life for longer than I cared to admit, but it had become our version of foreplay before the foreplay.
When I slid back, I realized that while I could feel everything with much more intensity than before; I was also moving more smoothly inside him as I eased forward.
Even with his grip around me only just beginning to loosen, I could move far more easily.
That sensation only grew as my slow rocking opened him up; his grip loosened but it was replaced by the sensation of smoothly gliding deep into his insides where he still gripped me fervently.
“How do you feel bigger?” he wondered with a groan of pleasure that told me he was not lodging a formal complaint.
I had meant to take my time, our first time trusting each other more than before, but the feel of him was too intoxicating, too demanding on me.
My hand on his back slid up to grip the back of his neck, and I pushed him down into the bed.
He grunted when I yanked his hips up so his ass was in the air, my fingers gripping his waist, holding him in place.