“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, and I can’t help loving how he looks right now, his messy bun falling loose and his hair disheveled, his lips swollen and spit slick, his eyes dark and face flushed, chest rising and falling. He's tenting his pants rather prominently and there's a wet spot already forming on the front of his sweats. Holy shit.
Focus, Alex. I shake my head and sit up. As much as I love what we’re doing I need to say something before we continue. “No, no, I just…fuck.” I blow out a breath. “I need to know that we’re on the same page with this. I can’t…I can’t do this if it doesn’t mean to you what it means to me.”
He blinks.
“I don’t do casual,” I tell him. “Ever. It’s just not me. If I sleep with someone or even make out with someone it’s because I have feelings for them, so if you are looking for casual, that’s fine, but I’m not your guy. I like you a whole hell of a lot, and I can’t get invested if it’s not going somewhere. I don’t want to be friends with benefits, or treat this like an experiment. If we’re experimenting it needs to be with the goal of us becoming more along the way. I mean, if one or both of us decides that guy on guy action isn’t for us, that’s one thing, but I don’t want to treat this like it’s no big deal, because it is a big deal to me.”
He flushes and bites his lip. “Me, too,” he says, and my breath hitches as my heart flutters against my rib cage.
“Yeah?” I say, and I can’t keep the smile from my face.
He nods. “I have feelings for you, too.”
My smile widens, but then he’s biting his lip again and his gaze lowers to his lap. “You okay?” I ask.
“I’m a little nervous, I guess,” he admits, and fucking hell, why is he so stinking adorable? My big teddy bear Viking. “I haven’t been with anyone since Stacy, and I’m worried maybe I won’t be good enough for you. In bed, I mean.”
The idea of him not being able to satisfy me in bed is so utterly ridiculous that I almost laugh, but I don’t because I love that he’s sharing this concern with me and being vulnerable. And I get where he’s coming from. I also hate that Stacy made him doubt himself.
I scoot closer and grip his shirt in my hand, tugging him to me. “Baby,” I say, my voice low and sultry as my lips brush against his, “I was about to come hard just from you kissing me, so I promise you don’t have a thing to worry about.”
I feel a shiver roll through him. “Now fucking kiss me, cowboy,” I order as I lie down once again and pull him with me. He moves between my splayed thighs once more, and I gasp when he lowers himself and I feel his hard length brush against mine.
“This okay?” he asks, breaking the kiss, and I whimper as I nod and pull him back down. Then we’re kissing even more feverishly as he ruts against me and I thrust up into him.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come. Shit, you feel good.” My head is thrown back as he kisses and sucks and nibbles on my throat, drawing a desperate whine out of me as I wrap my legs around him and grip his shoulders. “Bentley,” I moan. “Fuck, don’t stop, baby.” God I can’t get enough of that sweet sweet friction and those perfect lips against my skin, his beard brushing my neck and jaw, making my bodyerupt in goosebumps. He’s unraveling me. Being intimate with someone has never felt like this before.
“Alex,” he pants. “I’m close.” He slots his lips against mine once more and then we’re moaning and gasping, crying out each other’s names as our cocks pulse, spilling load after load of cum into our underwear.
Shit, that was incredible. And we didn’t even take our fucking clothes off. I’m worn out but at the same time can’t wait to do more.
He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily and burying his face in my neck. My arms come around him and I hold him close, breathing in the scent of rain and ocean, now mixed with sweat and sex. It’s fucking perfection. And having him on top of me, my arms around him, is even better than I ever imagined.
“Was it good for you, too?” I ask, and he chuckles, his big body moving against mine and making me grin even wider than I already was.
“It was amazing,” he says, and I take a second to remove the ponytail holder from his tousled hair, then start to comb my fingers through it. He hums and nuzzles into me closer. And even though my spunk is already starting to dry and stick to my sensitive skin, and I desperately need to get out of these underwear, I can’t make myself move, especially when he lets out a hum that sounds more like a purr and rubs his cheek against my chest.
“You like cuddling, huh?”
“Maybe,” he admits and even though I can’t see his blush I know it’s there.
“That okay?” he asks.
“Always.” I sigh contentedly. “Give me ten minutes and I can go again.”
He chuckles again and then lifts his head and starts to nibble on my ear. I moan and my dick jerks. “Okay, maybe Idon’t need ten minutes. Mmmm, why does that feel so good?”
He lets go of my ear and brushes his nose along my neck, before peppering soft kisses there, and then nibbling on my jaw.
“Fuck, cowboy,” I groan, already arching my hips again.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, and then climbs off of me and moves to the bathroom. He comes back later with a package of wipes and no shirt. My mouth waters as I watch him slide out of his pants and cum soaked underwear. Holy fuck, he’s naked in front of me and I can’t stop staring. He’s so damn beautiful it hurts. Those broad shoulders, defined pecs, toned abdomen and thick thighs are a vision, and I can’t believe I get to see him this way. Being intimate with someone isn’t something I take lightly, and the fact that he’s sharing this with me, giving me the privilege of gazing at his beautiful body, means everything. His dick is long and thick, and uncut, like mine, and there’s a happy trail leading from his belly button to the wild thatch of pubic hair between his legs.
“Wow,” I breathe, as my heart rate picks up and my dick jerks again. I’m getting kinda emotional staring at him, because I honestly never thought we’d be here. That he could care for me the way I care for him. It’s like a dream come true.
He grins and blushes fiercely as he wipes the jizz off his dick.
“I was thinking we could do the next part naked,” he says, and I nod before peeling out of my own clothes. I’ve never felt more safe and comfortable being naked in front of anyone before, and when Bentley looks at me like he’s staring at a priceless work of art, I can’t help it; my cheeks heat and I grin like an idiot.
