CHAPTER EIGHT
Vaughn
When I was on my way to Slate’s, I wasn’t sure what would happen. Of course, I wanted to fool around, but I didn’t know if he’d be ready given we’d only had a few hours together beforehand. Thankfully, it didn’t take long before I got my first taste.
And did I get a taste or what?
His lips, his tongue, his face, his cock, and his ass. God, he was fucking delicious and everything I’d imagine he’d taste like: new, fresh, and greedy.
I was also aching to be buried deep inside his ass, but I knew that we’d have to build up to that and not go balls deep with his second sexual experience. Didn’t mean he couldn’t be balls deep inside of me, though. I didn’t mind being bottom or top—they both felt amazing to me. I wanted to feel his big dick stretching me and hitting the spot that made me chase my orgasm.
“Do you have condoms?” I asked as Slate got off the bed. My gaze lowered to his cock that was hard again. My dick twitched as though it knew we were about to get some action.
His green eyes widened. “No.”
I moved to my jeans on the floor and picked them up. “That’s okay. I brought some.”
“So you came prepared?”
I chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d have any since you’ve never done this before.”
“True, but also, I’m clean. You know that because of Sensation.”
“Yeah, but you don’t know if I’ve been with someone else outside of Sensation.”
He blinked. “Have you?”
I put the condom on the nightstand and then turned and cupped his face before kissing him quickly. “Not since we’ve met.”
“But you have sex outside of Sensation?”
I furrowed my brows and gestured with my hand. “What do you think we’re doing now?”
He nodded. “I mean, of course, you do.”
I didn’t want to get into a long conversation about my needs and what I did outside of Sensation. Of course, there was no way I could only have sex once or twice a month, but what I told Slate was true: I hadn’t been with anyone since before we met.
“Just know that I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested. Whatever you decide is fine with me, but let me tell you that bareback feels a thousand times better.”
“Okay,” Slate agreed.
I looked down at his dick, and fisted it. With all the talking, it was starting to go down. “Think about it while I get you hard again. Then, get enough lube on your massive cock and fuck me until webothcome.”
He nodded, not saying anything while I stroked his shaft. It didn’t take long for his semi-erection to turn into a full hard-on.
“Get on the bed on your stomach.”
I grinned at his choice of words but didn’t hesitate and turned to lie face down. I felt him step up behind me and then grab my waist with both hands. I shifted back, angling my ass for him to do whatever he wanted to do to it. Slate rubbed his hands in circles on both cheeks, up my back and then back down.
“Take your hair down,” he ordered.
I did. My long, dirty-blond hair draped across both shoulders, and Slate returned to rubbing my ass. I felt him lean over me and then slowly start to place kisses on my back, working his way down until he was flicking his wet tongue up my crack and around my tight hole. I groaned deep. For a guy who had never pleasured a guy before, Slate was doing a mighty fine job.
“You like your ass eaten?” he questioned.
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
