15. Chapter Fifteen #2
I tried to calm my libido as I tried to determine the best way to do this.
I was so out of practice. Marty and I would just come together when we were in the mood.
We never had to think about it—we’d just known what the other wanted.
Ourselves, as well. After those first few fumbling times, I’d never had to ask. I was, frankly, out of practice.
“Are you going to touch me?” Andre’s brow furrowed.
“Of course I am.” I moved to the bed. “I’m trying to figure out how to do this without spooking you.”
“I won’t be spooked. I just want to know that you want me as much as I want you.”
To me, our erect cocks indicated interest, but clearly words were required to reassure. “Trust me, I want you so bad I ache.” I knelt on the bed and then moved toward him. “I’m just trying to figure out where to start—because I want all of it all at once.”
“Huh?” Again, his brow furrowed. “Oh, right. Uh…anything would be nice. As long as it’s with you and as long as you’re into it. ”
“Yes and yes.” I reached for the drawer of the nightstand and extracted the bottle of lube. I held it up. “Do you want to go this far? Because I’d be happy with just sucking you off.”
“You mean anal?”
I nodded. “Lots of guys aren’t up for that. And some want to build slowly.” I want to say we have all the time in the world, but you might leave tomorrow.
“Yes, and yes.” He offered a cheeky grin while repeating my words. “I’d like you to suck me off and I’d like you inside me.”
“That I can do.” Slowly, I moved toward his thighs.
He spread them for me.
“How much have you…experimented?”
Again with the lip through the teeth. “I’ve used toys. I mean, just since Mom died. Which sounds super weird.”
“But is understandable. Worrying about what others might think is normal. Before I came out, I dreaded what my parents might think. Then they abandoned me anyway, and I realized love comes in many forms and if my parents didn’t love me enough to accept me as I was, that Marty’s love was more than enough.
” Again with the Marty Except framing my relationship with him made the most sense in this scenario.
“I love you had that with him. I’m jealous—but in a good way. You deserve happiness in your life. I’m sorry that was taken away so cruelly.”
Andre’s words hit me hard. Yes, life had been cruel when she’d stolen the love of my life away from me. She was also offering me essentially a second chance—if I was willing to reach out and grab it.
I put the bottle of lube to the side and, while carefully telegraphing my movements, slowly crawled up Andre’s body .
He welcomed me and settled his arms around my neck as I drew close. I smiled. “Hi.”
“Hi, back.” Again with the endearing and shy smile. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“With pleasure.” Leisurely, I pressed my lips to his. I nibbled on his lower lip until he opened for me. Then I slid my tongue into his mouth as If I had all the time in the world.
He shifted, and our cocks brushed.
Need overtook me—swift and hard. I’d missed this.
For the year since Marty’s death and the year before during his illness, I’d ceased to be a sexual creature.
Now, though, that part of me flared back to life.
I’d always been sensual. Now, as I slid my cock against Andre’s, I remembered how good this felt.
He pulled back from the kiss. “I think I might just go over the edge.”
“Totally fine if you do. We’ve got all night and you’re a young guy. Refractory periods might be a thing for me, but not as much for you.”
His brow furrowed yet again.
“It takes me longer to get it back up after an orgasm.”
He grinned. “Yeah, okay. Well, I’ll just have to help you with that.”
I wasn’t certain he could—but I was totally willing to let him try.
He trailed his hand down my flank to my ass. “Please?” His eyes were liquid pools of dark brown in the waning light.
“Sure.” Again, with exquisite care, I eased myself down his body. I kissed, nipped, and licked a trail to his nipple. I sucked it into my mouth.
He gasped and moved his hands to grasp my hair.
I shifted so I could do the same with his other nipple.
He whimpered.
I grinned as I continued my exploration downward. He didn’t have much chest hair—which I assumed was genetics rather than a grooming choice. Well, I might’ve been wrong. Regardless, I liked the sparse look, and when I reached his navel, I swirled my tongue in it.
“Oh God, please don’t stop.” Said with a rasp in his voice.
“Never.” I hummed my approval even as I kept going.
At his groin, as I settled between his thighs, I inhaled deeply.
Nothing turned me on more than that scent so distinctly masculine.
Something of a homing beacon for me. Something that drove me a little wild.
I grasped his shaft and licked my way up from root to tip, licking the drop of precum off when I got to it.
He shuddered.
Then I swirled my tongue around his crown.
He groaned.
From there, I did what I’d done so many times before—I did everything in my power to bring pleasure to this precious man.
His na?veté called to me, even as I drew him farther into my mouth.
I sucked him even as he continued to writhe.
I used my hands to hold his hips steady as I continued to bring him maximum enjoyment.
This was just as much fun for me as I suspected it was for him.
“I’m coming, Zahir. I can’t—”
I redoubled my efforts, swallowing him down my throat as I continued to suck. I’d have to pull back in a moment—because inhaling oxygen was a thing—but I’d stick to this until I brought him to orgasm.
In the end, I didn’t have long to wait. He spurted cum into my mouth as he let out a ragged exhalation. “Holy fuck.”
Yes, holy fuck indeed . I continued to nurse him through his climax—attempting to prolong the pleasure as much as possible.
This was his first time. I wanted it to be memorable.
For me, this felt like the first time. With someone new after all these years.
He smelled different. Felt different, Made different noises.
He was familiar in that he’d been with me for a few days while being completely foreign because I hadn’t laid a finger on him in a sexual manner before now. Puppy play, for me, wasn’t about sex.
“Oh my God.” Andre’s words came out a little slurred.
I kissed the tip of his cock, then crawled back up his body. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Only belatedly acknowledging this might not be the turn-on for him that it was for me.
He slid his hands into my hair, held on tight, and kissed me back with ferocity. His chest rumbled as he continued to kiss me deeply.
I did my best not to grind my erection into his hip. I was so close to the edge, that any little movement was likely to push me over. I didn’t want that, though. I wanted to be inside him when I came for the first time with him. Finally, I pulled back and met his gaze.
His smile was a little lazy. A little hazy. “That was—”
“Yeah.”
“And there’s more?”
“Oh hell, yes.”
“Sign me up.” He cupped my cheek. “The sooner, the better.”
Is that because he wants me so badly or because he’s afraid he might chicken out? Oh well, time to give him what he wants.
And what I need.