Fuck. This is why I don’t do relationships. How do people put up with these feelings?
Thankfully, I’m pulled from my spiral as he continues. “I was thinking that it might be nice if we could maybe not use condoms if the time comes, and I didn’t want to wait until we were in the moment in case you needed to get tested, but then I started thinking about how long it’s been since Florida, and I haven’t wanted to hook up with anyone else, but we also didn’t make any promises, and I know that you don’t do relationships…”
Each word makes the smile on my face grow wider. I feel like I could float away with how relieved I am by his nervous rambling.
“I have no desire to see anyone else,” I reassure him.
“Really?” He sits up straighter and beams. “I mean, cool, yeah, that’s good.” He tries and fails to sound casual.
“You’re so fucking adorable,” I tell him, and he preens, shimmying his shoulders and rolling his eyes playfully. “I was tested two weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone else either,” I inform him.
“So, no condoms?” he asks hopefully.
“No condoms,” I agree. Then I force myself to ask, “Are you alone?” before I tell him what I’m really thinking.
“Yeah, I’m home for the night.”
“Good, then I can tell you how hard I am at the thought of claiming you with nothing between us. I can’t wait to mark you as mine, to fill your virgin hole with my release.” My voice is like gravel as I cup my growing erection through my suit pants.
He lets out a desperate whimper before nodding. “I really want that.”
My heart races at his admission. I thought he’d need more time before he considered bottoming. “You want me to fuck you?” I clarify, needing to hear him say it. Because a part of me still doesn’t believe that this man went from straight to needy bottom in two seconds. But my big, bi, adorable man is still nodding adamantly, like the idea of me topping him would make him even happier.
Notmy manlike my boyfriend, I just meant…well, I’m not sure.I guess we did just agree to be exclusive.
Now is not the time for this commitment panic, so I force those thoughts to the back of my mind as he continues.
“I might have watched some gay porn,” he mutters softly, pulling me right back to the moment.
“And?” I prompt when he doesn’t continue.
“And… I kept focusing on the bottom, how blissed out they look. I liked it when you teased me while you were blowing me, I want to know what it would feel like to have you inside of me.”
“Fuck, Goldie,” I groan, quickly opening and shoving my pants down enough to pull out my aching cock.
I had my phone propped up on my desk so that he could only see my upper half, so I quickly adjust the angle and back up enough that he can see my hand moving up and down my hard dick, smearing the precum that’s already leaking from the swollen head.
He repositions his phone so I can see him strip down before sitting back on the edge of his couch. The silver necklace he always wears seems to glow against his tan skin, drawing my attention to the defined muscles of his chest. Then he spits in his hand and starts to work his perfect cock, pulling my attention there. It really is impressive—long and thick, with a few prominent veins running up the shaft.
I wish I was there in person so that I could attempt to swallow it down again, but I know that my self-restraint will be nonexistent when I do see him again if he’s offering me his ass.
“Did you see anything else you want to try?” I ask, my voice husky as I spit into my hand, wishing it was his mouth wrapped around me.
His blissed-out expression makes it seem like he’s struggling to focus. “Umm, there was this one thing.”
“Tell me,” I encourage.
He gets out a few words at a time as he struggles to answer while visibly approaching his release. “While the top was prepping the bottom, he used his mouth before adding fingers.”
“I can’t wait to eat your ass, baby,” I quickly respond. “I’ll worship your hole with my tongue like a starving man finally allowed salvation. Then I’ll fuck you with it to open you up for me. I’ll take my time stretching you out, adding fingers until you’re desperate for my cock,” I promise.
“Oh, fuck, Beck!” He shouts my name out in a cry of ecstasy as I watch cum paint his chest and abs, spurring my own orgasm. I ride out the waves of pleasure, ignoring my now-stained shirt.
When I eventually calm down, I see he’s still staring dreamily at me, his release shining on his exposed muscles. “Good boys don’t waste cum,” I warn him.
He looks confused for a moment before I see his eyes darken and his full lips twist into an amused smirk. “What do you want me to do with it, sir?” he asks, and my dick stirs, already wanting another round. His teeth are digging into his bottom lip now, no doubt trying to stop a huge smile as he blinks at me expectantly.
Fuck me, what did I do to deserve this perfect man’s attention?“Clean it up with two fingers, and then I want you to pretend it’s my cock you’re licking clean,” I instruct.
