“I know you said you had this done, too. And you haven’t been with anyone since Hailey, right?”
“No,” I answered, but my heartbeat was suddenly ramping up. For whatever reason, this very rational and mature action was making this all seem very real. My body was buzzing, all my blood rushing through my veins in crashing waves. I was nervous, but my dick was so hard I could barely stand it.
“I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything,” he said, setting the paper aside before laying back against the mountain of pillows piled against his headboard. When I moved up the bed to cover his body with mine and kiss him again, he smiled against my mouth, his hands gliding up and down the contours of my abs.
“So that means we… don’t have to use a condom, right?”
“Unless you want to use one,” he confirmed, keeping his lips on mine so I could feel the shape of every word. I cleared my throat even as my cock throbbed in protest at being separated from his body, even if it was just by a thin layer of latex.
“Well, I might last longer if we do,” I suggested, and he pulled back to look me in the eyes.
“Don’t worry about that. Just focus on how good it feels,” he ordered.
I was pretty sure how good it would feel would be the entire problem, but I knew better than to try to argue with him. Especially when my cock was hard.
“I just want everything to be perfect.”
“It doesn’t have to be perfect,” he assured me softly, slipping his fingers into my hair to hold me in place as he nibbled at my jaw. I swallowed hard enough that my Adam’s apple twitched under his tongue as he teased me. “Imperfect just means lots of practice,” he added, before laying back and bringing me with him.
“Right. Okay.”
I had to force my brain to remember that I wasn’t just having sex after not doing it for so long. I was with Kendall Austin. I basically was perfect in his eyes already, even if I always came too fast and got freaked out over dumb shit and had to be soothed and talked down like an idiot cat stuck in a tree.
Was it wrong of me to take advantage of the fact that he was so fucking sweet and so into me and didn’t seem to mind my numerous, numerous flaws? All the stuff I’d spent the last few years having drilled into my head that I was doing wrong, it was like he didn’t even notice them. Or if he did, he didn’t care. Kendall was the one person I really didn’t need to stress about not being perfect for.
Reminding myself that even though this was my first time fucking a guy, I wasn’t some clueless virgin who didn’t know what to do or what body parts to focus on, I teased the shallow dip behind his ear with my tongue until he was purring, then kissed down his neck and shoulder until my lips hit the thin, silky strap of the skimpy top he was wearing. I nipped at it with my teeth, letting it snap back down to his skin when I released it.
“I fucking love how this looks on you,” I breathed out, running my hands over his chest, circling his nipples through the lace. I’d never really gotten a chance to touch them before, but they were so cute. Small and pink like stiff little rosebuds. His eyelids fluttered closed at the contact as he released a shuddering breath. “Are they sensitive?”
“Yeah,” he answered, his lips curving into a tiny smile. He looked angelic, with his long lashes practically brushing against his cheekbones and his rosy hair spread out onto the pillow like a halo.
Bringing my mouth down, I suckled him through the thin fabric, the sound of his gasp like music to my ears. When I nudged his nipple with my tongue, he untangled a hand from my hair to yank at one of the ribbons on the front, unraveling the silky bow holding the top together. It opened, and I nudged the two halves aside to fully expose his torso before lowering my mouth onto him again.
The pink flesh pebbled up against my lips, and he whimpered when I licked over the nub. He tasted so good. My cock was swollen and rigid, pressing up into my abs as I sucked his nipple until it was wet. When I moved over to the other one, not wanting to neglect any part of him, he moaned and arched into me.
“Feels so good, baby.”
He reached down between us, feeling up my pecs and abs as I sucked and pulled at him with my teeth, changing up the pressure of my tongue until he was moaning and squirming under me. I broke the suction with a groan as he slipped into the waistband of my boxers, gripping my dick with his soft hand.
“Take these off,” he murmured, spreading the precum I’d seeped out down my shaft with his clever little fingers. “I want to see your gorgeous cock.”
Shivering, I pushed my boxers down my legs, kicking them off the bed.
“You like it that much?” I rasped out. My way of asking him for more without totally embarrassing myself or blatantly stating the fact that when he praised my cock it made me so horny it felt like I could explode.
“I love it,” he responded sweetly. The slow, thorough way he was stroking me almost felt reverent, and I had to back my hips up out of his reach or I was going to come all over him. “Your body is fucking perfect. I think about it all the time.”
“Yeah?” My breath came out harsh against his skin as I made my way down his torso to the hem of his panties. His waist was so small, his abdomen lined with the cutest, lightest ridges of muscle tone. The way they flexed under my lips was hypnotizing. “What do you think about?”
“Do you really want to know?” He asked, and I nodded eagerly, my messy hair brushing against his navel. “I think about you spreading my legs, pushing your big, beautiful cock inside me, and fucking me until I’m crying.”
My balls pulsed, fat drops of precum oozing out from my slit as I bit down into the tip of my tongue to keep from groaning.
“I think about waking up with you already inside me, and you’re pushing me down into the bed and making me take every inch of your dick.”
My eyes widened, snapping up to meet his as I raised my head from where I’d been toying with the cherry charm below his bellybutton.
“Seriously?” I managed to utter out, despite my throat suddenly feeling drier than a fucking desert.