21. Chapter Twenty #2
He giggled against my lips, stopping the kiss.
“I’ve missed him, too. I love you both, you know, so don’t get mad, but I have a question.
When can we actually have penetrative sex?
I mean, you’ve had your fingers inside me.
We’ve each given and received blow jobs.
We’ve jacked each other and we both really like frotting.
Anal is the only thing we haven’t done. I understand you wanted to take things slow in the beginning, and I’ve been patiently waiting and not complaining too much, right? ”
It was my turn to laugh. “Oh, you’ve complained not so subtly, baby boy, but I get it.
I guess I wanted both of us to be sure how we felt about each other before taking that step together.
Sex can cloud emotions, making people think they’re in love when really, they’re just in lust. I knew I was falling in love with you, but until I was sure we were in this together, I didn’t want to take that step. ”
Weston hadn’t made his feelings known verbally, but his actions showed me that he was falling in love with me, too. I could wait for the words, but he needed to know we were moving forward.
“When your arm heals more, we can definitely make up for lost time. I’m looking forward to it as you can tell.” I flexed my hips a little, rubbing my hard cock against the tip of his nose and eliciting another giggle from him.
“So, you’re demisexual? You need a deep emotional connection before you feel the physical attraction? Did you not do hookups after you got divorced? What about when you were younger?”
I thought about what he’d said, and while I wasn’t really keen on being labeled in any way, his explanation was definitely viable. “I suppose so. When I was young, I did the whole casual sex thing, and it wasn’t as fulfilling for me as it seemed to be for other folks.
“Scott and I were introduced by mutual friends when we were in our thirties. When I started dating him, I didn’t see other people.
Unfortunately, Scott didn’t see it the same, and even after we got married, he continued to date without my knowledge.
I’d always insisted we use condoms, but looking back, I’m fucking grateful I did. ”
West continued his pedaling as I explained about my first marriage, wondering why we hadn’t discussed such things prior to that moment. Maybe I was holding back out of self-preservation?
“He cheated a lot it sounds like?” West’s concern was touching.
“He did. On some level I knew something was wrong with our marriage, but I wasn’t going to give up on us. Once I put my mind to doing something, I won’t give up until I’ve thoroughly exhausted every option for success. We separated a couple of times before calling it quits.
We were basically living apart for about a year before the divorce.
“That’s why I had this place remodeled and turned into an apartment. If we’d been able to reconcile, I’d have rented it out to someone for additional income. When it became apparent Scott wasn’t going to stop fucking around, I furnished it with more than just a bed.”
Weston relaxed his legs and sat up, turning to face me.
“I’m really sorry that happened to you. I’m sure you know my parents’ history.
Everyone involved in both people’s lives suffers in those instances.
I can’t really blame CJ and Claudia for hating me because of how I came to be born.
I can even understand how Elise feels. Maybe she thought their marriage was on solid ground when Dad told her he wanted a divorce?
I never asked too much about that time because Dad would get weird about it, and I never wanted to hurt Mom.
I just acted out in other ways, I guess. ”
I knew about his lead foot and all the tickets he accumulated in his teens. But if it hadn’t happened, maybe we wouldn’t be together now. That was something I refused to contemplate. We were together, and I wanted us to stay that way.
“My parents had a shotgun wedding, but my father wasn’t married to someone else, so I guess it was less messy. Eh, sins of the father, as they say. You hungry?”
I started to get up, but West rose onto his knees and straddled me, plopping his sexy ass on my thighs. “We’re exclusive, right?”
I settled my hands on his slender hips and stared into his golden-brown eyes. “That’s what I want. Is that what you want?”
He leaned forward and kissed my lips gently before pulling back. “Yes, very much.”
It hadn’t occurred to me that we’d need to have this discussion, but now that we’d had it, I felt much better.
He relaxed into me, and everything was right in my world until he started wiggling that sexy ass over my leaking cock.
It took every ounce of my control not to toss him down and fuck him within an inch of both of our lives.
“Hey, now, behave. Until this,” I touched his sling, “comes off, no wild sex.”
“Oh? Oh! You mean you like wild sex, Daddy?” Coy and teasing was a good look on him.
“I don’t mean monkey sex, but I do like to change it up. I bottomed in my last relationship, but I’m versatile. Do you have a preference?”
West smiled. “Now we’re talking’. I’m a bossy bottom as you might have guessed. I’d like to top to see how it feels.”
That was intriguing. “You’ve never topped?”
He shook his head and glanced at me through his lashes, which only served to make a wet spot on the front of my sweats. “We’ll have to fix that. How about rimming? Give or only received?”
Fuck, I was probably going to come just from talking about rimming. I was dying to get my tongue up his ass.
“Of course, I love receiving, but I’ve only given a couple of times. Not all guys seem to warm up to it like others. Do you like receiving?” Precome slid down my balls as I saw the excitement in his eyes when he asked the question.
“I do. Scott would... Doesn’t matter. From now on, we only look forward. Whatever happened before we got together is history and we can’t change history. We’re starting with a clean slate, agreed?” It felt like the best way to proceed.
I held up my pinky, and West giggled before he twined his with mine in a pinky swear. I stood and took him with me, holding him by that sexy ass. He could lay back on the bed and rest his shoulder while I took us up another level in our relationship.