Chapter Seventeen #3
He tilted his head for a moment as if weighing my words. “Yeah, I’d really like that. But…” He caressed my cheek. “We can stop anytime. No matter what, okay? You say stop, and it all comes to an end. No recriminations or questions.”
Part of me wanted to wave him off—I knew all this, and for crying out loud, why would I say stop? The other part of me, though, understood his concern. He was looking out for me. Making me feel safe. Making me feel treasured.
He succeeded.
I nuzzled against his hand until I was able to place a gentle kiss to his palm.
Then I lowered my head so I could lick the second drop of precum that’d formed.
He moaned again.
Huh. Well, okay. I slowly pulled the crown into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Yes, I’d done this Friday night. But I’d been all nerves. And worried about not only making it good for Tyson—but putting on a good show for Donovan.
As I continued my leisurely exploration, he ran his hands through my hair—alternately pulling me closer while also pushing me back.
Ah.
He was trying to set a rhythm.
Well, this time I would oblige him. I sucked him farther into my mouth, all the while focusing on not choking. I had a pretty good gag reflex and didn’t want to show it off this moment. Instead, I brought as much suction as I could.
He gently grasped my right hand and brought it to his balls.
Well, okay, then. A bit of direction was always appreciated.
I rolled them around in my hand, trying not to giggle at the wrinkly skin.
I had my own pair, of course, but I rarely touched them.
I hadn’t spent much time exploring my body—discovering what I liked.
Now I saw that put me at a disadvantage.
Tyson, with his many sexual partners, knew what he liked.
Wait, had he said how many there had been? A wife and…a few relationships in university? Was I remembering that correctly?
And what about Donovan? How early had he gotten started, and how many had he taken to his bed over the years?
Tyson flexed his hips.
I refocused. I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks, as I kept up the rhythm he encouraged. My dick leaked another drop of precum as it begged for attention.
Tyson said through gritted teeth, “I’m coming.”
What? Oh, a warning. I could pull off if I wanted.
I didn’t. Instead, I grasped the base of his cock and took him as deep as I dared.
Hot cum hit the back of my throat as he roared his release.
As expected, I struggled not to gag as I swallowed. I had a sense for the taste—a little salty—but I kept licking his dick as it slowly deflated. Eventually, I let it slip from my mouth, and I sat back on my haunches. I had the biggest—and likely goofiest—grin on my face.
He cracked an eye open. “Jesus, Hamish, that rocked.”
“Thank you for trusting me.”
He tilted his head in obvious question.
“You were my first. And my second—”
“Which makes me honored.”
I squinted. “Yeah, or you could say you had to trust me not to screw it up.”
He burst out laughing. “Short of biting me or something, you weren’t likely to screw it up. Now”—he indicated my lap where my straining erection sat—“I think it’s time to take care of you.”
“How?”
“I can give you another blow job or just do it with my hands.”
“With lube, right? Because I’m not a fan of friction.”
“Whereas I love a little pain with my pleasure.”
Okay, good to know. Would I ever get to use that knowledge? “I have lube. And I bought condoms too. In case, you know…”
“Yeah, I know. Something tells me you were a scout.”
I straightened. “Naturally. A rite of passage for every boy and girl in my house. Well, the girls were girl’s, of course.”
“Of course.” He echoed my words and then offered me what I chose to interpret as a genuine, amused smile. “So—my mouth or my hand?”
As much as I wanted that wet, warm heat again, I knew I couldn’t wait. “Uh, hand. How do you want me?”
“In the middle of the bed. Lying down.”
I scrambled into that position.
To my frustration, he took his time moving around to the right side of the bed. Oh, perfect—I preferred the left side.
And which side will Donovan choose?
Knowing him? Right smack in the middle and fully sprawled.
Tyson knelt on the bed, refocusing me. My mind didn’t tend to wander most of the time. Remaining hyper focused on either the task or the person in front of me proved critical to my work. In this moment, though, focus was proving impossible.
As he levered over me and gently placed his weight onto me, all thoughts fled.
My skin was supersensitive as it brushed his.
I was singularly aware of his warmth. His muscles.
His solidity. I opened my thighs, and he settled between them.
When he pressed his lips to mine, I opened without hesitation.
He swept his tongue into my mouth, demanding reciprocity.
I was only too happy to oblige.
Our tongues tangled as he trailed his hand down my side to my hip.
As I thrust my erection up against his spent cock, electricity zinged through me.
He shifted to lay beside me.
I regretted the loss of a weight holding me down. That thought fled my mind, though, when he grasped me intimately.
His grip was sure and firm.
My dick strained, wanting the promised friction. I pointed to the bottle of lube I’d managed to remember to put on the bedside table.
He grinned. He released me as he levered over me to reach for it. Within moments he had the bottle open, and he drizzled some onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together. “To warm it.”
“Uh, thank you.” Considerate—but that meant more time elapsed before he finally put his hand around me again.
When he did, my dick jerked in response to the touch.
Again, I…self-serviced…fairly often. Well, often.
Okay, sometimes. Truthfully? Not that often.
I just didn’t have the urge. I tried to associate porn with jerking off, but that never worked.
Now, though, I had new fantasy material.
Anytime I wanted to get in the mood, I’d simply have to remember this moment.
As Tyson squeezed me lightly, pleasure sang through my veins.
“Do you like that?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“I need more than that.”
Huh? Oh. “That feels really good. Please don’t stop.”
His responding wicked grin hit me low in the belly and skittered downward. “Never.” He moved his hand up and down experimentally.
I resisted the urge to buck into the friction.
He moved in for a quick kiss. “Do whatever feels good, okay?”
“You feel good.”
The endearingly adorable wink hit me in the heart.
Then he began to work me in earnest. He tugged, he twisted…
he ran his thumb along my sensitive slit.
Everything he did worked me higher and higher to a peak I wanted so badly I could taste it.
Staving off the orgasm felt like monumental work, but making this last felt important—like I was supposed to be prolonging it.
He stretched up to nibble my neck. “Come for me, Hamish.”
The way he whispered the words in my ear had me jerking up and, finally, coming.
My balls drew up, and my semen erupted. An amazing feeling of well-being encompassed me.
I soared. I climbed to new heights of pleasure.
Much a repeat of the night he’d blown me.
As I gazed into those fathomless brown eyes, I felt treasured in a way I never had before.
He got it. He got me. He’d taken my trust and turned it into something beautiful—something I would treasure forever. “I wish Donovan was here.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I could’ve recorded us but didn’t figure you’d be okay with that.”
Ah, he knew me well. Him I trusted implicitly—technology, I did not.
“We could send him a selfie.” Exhaustion pulled me under even as I made the suggestion. Tyson would understand I only meant from the neck up.
He snagged his phone, tucked my head against his shoulder, pulled my earlobe, and snapped a shot while I giggled. Then he kissed me passionately and took another shot.
As I snuggled up against him, he sent the photos to our group chat where Donovan could see them and I’d be able to retrieve them later.
Before he could put his phone back on the nightstand, it pinged.
I cracked an eye but couldn’t focus on the screen.
“Donovan sent back three heart emojis.”
“Because there are three of us?”
He put his phone down, yanked up the duvet, and tugged me close. “Because we’re part of his heart—and he’s part of ours. Sleep now, Hamish. We need to have a long discussion when he gets here.” He yawned. “Then all will be well.”
I wasn’t certain I believed him, but in that moment, I trusted his affection.
It mirrored the love I felt for him.
For both of them.