The power to seduce, to unravel, to drive another man insatiable with need.
I long to make him feel this way over and over, to take him beyond the stars.
I want to know how it feels to be completely immersed in each other.
The question hovers on my lips.
“Would you ever...?”
My voice trails off, curiosity tapering without courage.
Porter kneels beside me.
“Would I ever what?” he smiles.
I shake my head, cheeks tinged scarlet.
“Never mind.”
He can tell that it must be something worth hearing.
“Okay, now I'm dying to know.”
Porter tackles me and carries me to the bed.
“Tell me, or I'll edge you until you beg, and then leave you wanting more.”
“You say that like it's a threat,” I laugh, giving him a cheeky nipple pinch.
“Mark, would I everwhat?” he persists.
Soon enough, I cave.
“Would you ever... let me fuck you? The way you fuck me.”
My question goes deeper than desire.
Beneath the wild heat, a newfound trust is emerging.
Mutual vulnerability.
A willingness to surrender.
He perches on the end of the mattress, fingers trailing across my knee.
“Can we try just the tip?” he asks shyly.
“Of course.”
Resting his chin on my shoulder, he whispers:
“Good, because that country boy cock barely fits in my mouth.”
As if summoned by name, my dick begins to swell.
“We can go as slow as you want,” I assure him.
“Extra slippery?” he requests.
