I reach back, spreading nice and wide for him. His responding groan is all the incentive I need to get a little dirtier. “Now tease my hole. Touch me with those wet fingers.”
He does as I ask, his touch both reverent and eager.
“Oh, fuck, Ian. It’s opening…Jesus.”
“Yeah, babe. I’m opening for you. For your greedy fingers. Come on, sink one inside me.”
“I…I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, babe. God, it’s gonna feel so fucking good. Just go slow at first and do what I say, ok?”
“Yes, yeah.” I can almost see him nodding. His finger traces the tight ring of my asshole, and I will my body to relax and let him in. He breaches my entrance, and my body pulls him further, knowing exactly what it wants. We both gasp. He starts swearing a blue streak as I tell him to keep pumping in and out of me as I stroke my cock in time with his thrusts.
“Add a finger, babe,” I command, and he obeys, filling me as I fuck my own hand. “Goddamn, that’s good, Booker. So fucking good. One more. Fill me up the way that thick cock is gonna fill me one day soon.”
He complies, moaning and gasping as he fucks me with his hand. My own cock is heavy and throbbing, my hand slick with precum. “Jesus, babe. That’s it,” I say as his fingers rub my prostate. “Holy… Fuck. I’m—” Words fail me as I close my eyes and let the sensation take me over the edge. I come hard, spilling onto my hand, my stomach, and the shirt I had the forethought to drape on the cushion.
I’m about to stand and turn, to kiss him, but his words stop me.
“Holy shit, Ian, I’m gonna come.”
Seconds later, I feel thick, hot ropes of cum on my back, and my dick, bless him, stirs.
I turn wrapping Booker in my arms as he comes down from his high. I’m a little dizzy myself, to be honest. Taking my soiled shirt, I give us both a quick clean up. We step back into our shorts and curl back up on the couch, our bodies intertwined. I reach up and kiss his forehead. “That was unreal,” I tell him.
“I get it.”
Not quite understanding, I glance up at him.
“Sex. What all the fuss is about. I get it now. And holy crap, do I have a lot of catching up to do.”
* * *
We didn’t meanto fall asleep sprawled out half-naked on the couch. But it’s spring break and the only thing we really need to do today is eat. And shower. It would probably be a good idea to shower at some point.
For now, I’m content to lie in Booker’s arms a little longer. I close my eyes and relax back into his embrace, until I’m jolted back awake as a door swings open and hits the wall with a thud.
“Honey, we’re home!” The unmistakable sound of Whit’s voice fills the room, and there’s no time to do anything about the fact that Booker and I are tangled up in each other, barely clothed. I know he said they’d be cool about it, and I’m sure he’s right. But there’s a difference between coming out to your friends on your terms and having them walk in on you half naked with your boyfriend, the smell of sex still heavy in the air.
Booker’s eyes flutter open, and he smiles lazily at me before the impending scene registers.
“Hey, Book,” Knox calls, walking into the living room and dropping a couple of suitcases. It takes a second for him to put it together, but he spots me at about the same moment Ty and Whit do.
I watch for their reactions, ready to defend Booker or tell them to fuck right off if they have any issue with what they see. And okay, the couch is communal property, but still. It’s important to me that they handle this right.
I sit up a little and move to the right, doing my best to shield Booker, despite the size difference between us.
Booker kisses my shoulder, his voice calm when he tells me, “It’s ok, Ian. They’re my family.”
“Un-fucking-believable,” Knox mutters, shaking his head.“You begged off a family vacation for a fuckfest? No one told me that was even an option. Willa and I had to stay quiet all weekbecause it’s a ‘family resort’ and there were complaints about ‘noise violations’. Total bullshit.”
Ty cuffs him on the back of the head before waving in our direction and heading for the kitchen. “There’s no chance you grocery shopped, is there? Goddammit. I’m starving, and Lucy doesn’t let us eat in the car, which, by the way, is a stupid rule.” He emphasizes those last few words as Lucy walks in, rolling a suitcase behind her.
Whit nods. “You know I love you, Lucy Vivica, but I'm with Ty on this one. You want to make a run for pizza?”
“Hell yes. Let me grab the last few bags,” Ty answers.
Whit smiles in my direction. “Hey, Ian. You’re not allergic to wheat or anything?”
