He winces as he crawls into bed and snuggles against my chest. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close, breathing him in. I can still smell myself on him. If that isn’t just the sexiest thing ever, I don’t know what is.
“You sore?” I murmur against his head.
He wiggles his butt. “Just a little. Not too bad.”
“You sure?” I know I went at him a little hard toward the end.
“Yeah. Nothing worse than after a good workout.”
Wes seems chill about it, but I still have to ask. I know he asked me to fuck him, but the question lingers. “No regrets then?”
He lifts himself on his arm, frowning down at me. “Are you fucking kidding me? I love what we did last night. No regrets, babe.” He kisses me softly. “So, hands-free, huh?” he hums against my lips, waggling his eyebrows.
I smile. “Yeah, that was… unexpected.”
“But awesome, right?”
I reach down and grab his ass, squeezing the meaty part, and Wes chases my touch. “Definitely awesome.”
He kisses me again, not just my lips, but my cheeks, my chin, and down my neck. “Hell, I could go again,” he groans, nibbling on my skin. “Your body… Shit, Jett, your body is a fucking masterpiece, like Mother Nature went all in and just grabbed the best from all her drawers, the finishing touch a magic dick.”
I laugh at his antics. “What are you even talking about?”
“Aww, c’mon. You know you’re insanely hot. I mean, I knowI’mpretty hot, but last night, when you fucked me, you were like this… I don’t know, like this sex God.”
“Stop!” I bury my face in my arm. “Honestly, the lengths you’ll go to get laid.”
He pulls my arm away, his face so close to mine, his breath hot against my chin. “Is it working?”
“No way,” I chuckle. “You need to rest.”
He pouts. “You’re no fun.” His eyes shimmer in the sunlight bursting through the window. My chest squeezes. “And yes, you’re hot. But not just that.” I trace the outline of his cheekbone with my finger. “You’re beautiful, Wes.”
His eyes soften. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yes.” I trace his jaw, my finger lingering over a small birthmark. He has no idea. I’m not talking superficially, but skin deep. Wes is a beautiful person. He’s made me feel things I didn’t think were possible. He’s made me discover parts of myself I thought I’d lost for good. “I can’t stop looking at you,” I admit, my heart in my throat.
“Jett…” His voice breaks.
“It’s true. Last night…” I pull him closer against me. “Just… thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Fuck, even that makes him perfect. He lets me have this. He lets me thank him, like he knows I need to. He burrows his face against my chest, mumbling something.
“What was that?”
He looks up, scowling. “It really isn’t fair that I’m in bed with my perfect boyfriend and then he denies me.”
I laugh, flipping him onto his back. “Who the fuck said anything about denying you anything?” He struggles underneath me, his hard dick poking into my stomach. I’m hard too. “Now that we’ve established you can come hands-free,maybe I should spend a little more time getting acquainted with your pretty little hole. You know, find out if it was just a fluke.”
“Fuuuck.” Wes thrusts his hips, moaning underneath me. “I think that’s a fantastic idea.”
“Yeah?” I scoot down his body, peppering kisses on the way. “You in the mood for some morning rimming?”
“Uh-huh. Morning, noon, night. Rim away.”
It was early afternoon before Wes and I finally resurfaced from our bubble. He kept saying he had stuff to do, that there was this article he wanted to read over the weekend about a new non-invasive treatment technique or something. To be honest, I wasn’t paying that much attention; I just watched his lips move and snuck in a kiss or two whenever he paused. It’s not like I didn’t have things to do myself—I had an overdue online therapy session scheduled—but time just disappears whenever we’re together.
Wes ended up lingering in my doorway for several minutes as we exchanged one ‘Bye, see you soon’after another, then made out like teenagers in between. Part of me wanted to haul him back into my apartment and blow him for the rest of the day, but I know I need to talk to Doctor Lee. Everything is happening so fast, and I need her professional angle.
