Chapter 27
Grady
My playful smile disappears as soon as he asks the question. But my dick gets harder. He looks up at me his eyes big, impossibly blue, and completely vulnerable. He’s a rookie right now, in the sexual sense of the word, but he’s fucking eager. That doesn’t mean he’s ready, though.
I brush my lips to his again, and my brain races for a way to gently talk him out of it. Not that I don’t want him to fuck me. I want it. Bad. But it’s a lot, and I don’t want him to freak out or have regrets. “The leap from dick sucking to anal is… a big leap.”
“Is it? I mean, maybe when you’re a teenager, but we’re both pushing thirty, Grady,” Landon says. “I know my body and what I want, and what I want is you. If you’re into it.”
I stare at him. I know he means it. “Have you done any… research?”
He seems to consider that, and I watch his cheeks pink slightly as he averts his eyes and confesses, “I may have started watching some gay stuff on the internet. Occasionally.”
“Seeing and doing aren’t the same thing.”
I roll off of him, sliding to his side, but kissing his neck as I do so, he doesn’t think it’s a rejection.
It’s not, but I need to put some space between us because having this conversation with my cock weeping onto his leg is not giving my brain the power it needs to think straight.
He rolls onto his side, facing me, and props his head up with his bent elbow.
“I get that. I don’t want to force you. I definitely don’t think I’m ready for the other way around, so if that makes you think I’m some kind of…
hypocrite or something, we don’t have to do it. ”
I shake my head and fold my arm under my head, my beard scratchy against the inside of my arm. “It’s not hypocritical. It’s normal. Straight men aren’t used to the idea, so this is usually their limit.”
He makes a weird face, like he has indigestion. “You still think of me as a straight guy?”
“How do you think of yourself?” I have learned through past experience, it’s best to let them label themselves.
“I think it’s pretty clear I’m happily bisexual.”
“Happily?” I’m kind of low-key amazed at how easy it is for him to talk about this.
“Yeah. I had the realization after we had that threesome, because being with you… felt like I found something I lost,” he says and looks sheepish, like he’s embarrassed by the confession.
Vulnerable Landon is my fetish. I get more and more turned on by him when he’s like this. It’s like a dial that keeps getting cranked. I lift off my arm and kiss him. It’s sloppy and awkward because of our angle, but it’s perfect. “You want to fuck me, you can fuck me.”
He looks shocked. “Really?”
“Yeah. Really.” I cup the side of his face and kiss him, harder this time, rolling him onto his back and sliding my body over his again. “Just between you and me, I’ll give you whatever you want. You kind of have me fucking whipped for some reason.”
He kisses me and we make out for a few minutes, tongues battling, teeth nipping, my hands roam his hair and his roam my body, finding their way down my back to my ass.
He squeezes and kneads, and I flex my hips into him.
I rub my stomach against his cock, feeling his wetness slide against me.
“How do we do this?” he whispers as his lips ghost my collarbone.
“With lube and prep work,” I tell him honestly.
I lift myself off of him and go over to my suitcase abandoned by the door.
I haul it up onto the empty bed and unzip it.
Pulling out my travel case, I grab a couple of condoms and some lube.
As he watches me, his hand moves to fist his cock, and I watch him stroke himself.
God, he’s fucking gorgeous, and he wants me.
It’s insane. I’ve hooked up with more than a few people, in and out of the league.
I haven’t done this with more than three.
I usually stick to blow jobs and hand jobs because they’re less intimate.
But I want intimate with Landon. That should scare the fuck out of me, and I’m sure it will in the near future, but for now… fuck it.
I crawl back onto the bed on my knees, tossing the condom at his chest. I say, “Hold onto this for later.”
And then I flip the cap on the lube, but I don’t do anything with it.
Instead, I just kneel there while Landon moves, getting into the same position as me.
Kneeling face-to-face, he scrapes his fingers into my beard and then around my neck to cup the back of my head.
He pulls my mouth to his and we share a mind-blowing kiss.
Landon is greedy, and needy, and rough when he kisses, and damn, if it doesn’t hit all the right buttons inside me.
Before long, we’re pressed into each other, our cocks rubbing and bumping.
My one hand is grabbing his ass, and the other is still holding the lube.
He moves his mouth from mine, down my neck, and sucks on the skin at the curve of my shoulder.
I spread some lube on my hand and move it behind my back.
He looks at me, mesmerized, as I slide a slippery digit into my ass and my eyelashes flutter reflexively at the breach. “Can I… help?”
Why yes, my sexy friend, you can help, I think as I smile at him. He takes the lube from my hand, pours way more than he needs on his hand—rookie mistake—and moves his hand behind me. His fingers slip between my cheeks, and I tingle with need in expectation. “Just go slow… easy.”
I use my hand already there to guide his.
He circles my hole, smearing lube all over it, and then his fingertip presses, and my body makes room for him.
Landon has a glassy look in his hooded eyes.
I press my forehead into his shoulder and guide him in a raspy whisper.
“Deeper. Pull back. Add another finger. Oh god… yeah… I… move your fingertip to… oh fuuuuuck. Yes. There. Oh God.”
He’s fucking me with two fingers, and he’s managed to find my prostate, and I’m quivering now, on the verge of panting and desperately in need of more. “Landon… Are you sure because—”
“I wanna fuck you,” he says, cutting me off. “Let me fuck you, baby.
I am not one for nicknames, saying them or being called one, but damn if that term of endearment doesn’t seep through the defenses I’ve built around my heart every time Landon murmurs it.
It causes a drop of panic to course down my spine, so I grab his hair in my hand, yank his head back, and nip the column of his neck before growling, “Get the condom.”
He picks it up, and I grab a pillow and toss it into the center of the bed, and then lie on top of it so it’s at the center of my lower back, lifting my hips. I watch Landon roll a condom over his dick, and then I hand him the lube. “Add this”
When he’s done, I lift a leg and use it to wrap around his back and pull him down on top of me.
I kiss him with all the excitement and anticipation roaring through me.
He breaks away, panting. I bend both knees on either side of him.
“This way works best with our height difference. Or me on top, but I want you to be in control.”
He gives me a little quick nod, and I know that nerves are like a live wire in his body.
It was like that the first time for me too.
I reach down and caress his sheathed cock, rubbing the condom-friendly lube up and down his shaft.
He shudders and starts to lean down, arms on either side of my shoulders.
His hips bump the insides of my thighs, and my hand guides his cock to my entrance. I tilt my hips, inviting him. He moves.
It’s a familiar burn, and I bite down on my lip until my body relaxes, enjoying the stretch.
My eyes flutter open, and I catch him, eyes wide, watching his cock disappear inch by inch.
He’s biting his lip, and when he’s inside me all the way, he lets out the sexiest little ragged sigh.
His head lifts, and he stares at me as I stare back.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. You?” I counter. He nods. “Then fuck me until I come all over both of us.”
I squeeze him inside me, and his eyes flare before growing dark with lust, and his hips start to move. Landon moves slowly and steadily, his brow knitted, and his eyes glassy. I let him lead, but I hold his ass in my hands and squeeze to let him know it feels good. So fucking good.
When he hits that spot, inadvertently, I moan and fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. “There? Like that?”
“Right there. Just like that,” I reply, and he repeats the motion, and I groan again. “Fuck, Landon, you’re a natural.”
“It’s… like nothing I’ve ever felt. You’re…
this is…” I want him to finish that sentence, but I probably wouldn’t hear it even if he did.
Blood is roaring in my ears with the rapid beat of my heart, and my dick is so hard it aches.
It jerks on my stomach as if protesting its lack of attention. I move one of my hands to fist myself.
It takes no time at all. A few quick, rough pumps by my hand in time with Landon’s cock moving in and out of my hole, and my entire body gets stiff.
I come so hard, I swear I have to fight to stay conscious.
I feel Landon stiffen and slide halfway out and all the way back in with a sound—it may be words, but it’s too garbled to tell what they are.
He collapses on top of me, his hips jerking and pushing, and I wrap my legs around his back, holding him close.
I want all of him touching all of me. I want to feel this with him.
Landon’s head is curled into my neck. I turn my own so we’re panting into the same space, and he tips his chin and brushes our lips together, both of us too spent to form a proper kiss. It’s perfect anyway. All of this is perfect. He’s perfect.
I don’t know how much longer I can ignore what a colossal problem that is.