SEAN: Then U better nap.
I did end up taking a nap and was slightly disappointed when he hadn’t sent any follow up texts. I figured he was busy with work, so I took a shower to pass the time.
I sat naked on the couch, the water slowly drying from my body as I thought about Sean and how things had lined up to allow us to meet. It was midnight when he walked in the door. He stopped in his tracks, ran his eyes over my bare skin, and smiled lecherously.
“I’m going to take you being naked on my couch that you’re serious,” he said, locking the front door, his attention never wavering from my body.
“Only if you want to,” I reiterated. “I’m not going to beg for your ass.”
He ran his fingers through his beard, his gaze growing distant. “I need a shower.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a yes or no and resigned myself to sitting on the couch, naked and horny and conflicted about my feelings toward him as the water hissed in the background.
That uncomfortable sensation of being pulled in different directions tugged at my insides. I focused on the chords in my mind, seeing the hammers striking the strings. If I concentrated hard enough, I could feel the vibrations. I was aware the water cut off and I waited for him to emerge, every second feeling like an hour.
When he entered the living room, I said, “I don’t want to pressure you into doing it. When I said you were my guinea pig, I meant it in a good way–”
He cut off my words with a quick, closed-mouth kiss. “It’s fine. I do and rather you do it with someone you're comfortable with. It’s just… It's been a long time for me, so you’re going to have to be careful. Can you do that?”
I bit my tongue to keep from grinning and nodded. “Do what?”
“You just want me to say it,” he said with a laugh. “Fine. Yes, I would like you to fuck me.”
He whipped his towel off and made for his bedroom, his tight butt flexing. Now was a hell of a time to get nervous. Besides, it wasn’t like he was going to be doing me, something else I wanted to try but wasn’t sure I was ready for.
“You know,” he called from the other room. “I’ll never get tired of getting one over you on the simple account of my perfect body. Every time I flash it, you stumble over your words and are rendered dumbstruck.”
With a growl, I joined him in his room. I was determined to regain some ground, but the moment I saw him, I lost my bluster. He was lying on his back, his arms behind his head, awicked light in his eyes. I took a moment to really appreciate him. He was sexy, the sight of all the fuzz and thick muscles and love-handles stirring my cock.
He patted the bed beside him. “Don’t get shy now.”
A thousand clever insults raced through my mind, but I decided I didn’t want to fight this anymore. I slipped in next to him. He turned on his side, his head propped against his palm.
“How do you want to–”
He hushed me with two fingers to my lips. “Dirty talk can be fun, but this isn’t about talking right now. Just feel. Let your gut guide you.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant so I kissed him, our lips smacking. His hand went into my hair, stroking my scalp, the simple touch making me feel…cherished. As if I meant something to him. All our make-out sessions paid off and I took over the kiss, wanting to show him I’d learned something.
“See, Daddy?” I murmured against his lips. “You taught me well.”
He chuckled and licked his way back into my mouth. Our tongues tangled, battling for control, and I pushed him down into the bed. I found my confidence and straddled him, his hands running all over my back. He made a growly sound against my mouth and pushed my legs off him then hooked his around my hips. His hard cock jutted into my hip, and I rocked against him, my own erection throbbing.
Kissing and touching and rubbing up against each other was its own form of fun, but I wanted more. With a shaky hand, I skimmed my fingers down his taint in search of his asshole.
He gripped my wrist, stilling me. His expression was unreadable, his eyes dark in the low light of the room. He dragged in a deep breath, his body quaking for a moment. He released my hand and concentrated on the kiss.
I found what I was looking for, the hot, puckered hole like touching my piano’s keys for the first time. Past all the fuzz, it was smooth and warm and…I couldn’t help the sound I made.
He rasped something and cleared his throat. “Lube.”
I found the pump bottle sitting on the dresser and jumped out of bed to get it. When I returned, he’d shifted onto his stomach, and was hugging a pillow. He flexed his ass playfully and I took my place beside him.
“Too much lube is never a problem,” he murmured. “So be liberal with it. And go slow.”
“Okay,” I said, my throat suddenly dry. I hated the nerves that made me unsure and awkward.
I pumped several squirts on my fingers, and he scissored his legs so that his cheeks parted. I’d touched my ass in the shower before and decided to do what felt nice to me. I slathered the lube up and down his crack, wondering if it was cold against his skin. I spread his cheeks with my free hand and watched mesmerized as his hole flexed under my touch. The soft hum in his throat fueled me and I pushed at it with my thumb.
