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It isn’t long after that when he leaves, and I take a moment for myself. I have a friend who understands what I feel. A best friend that doesn’t care who I love as long as I’m okay. Now, all I need is the man that makes me whole.
Over the following weeks, Whitley and I had fallen into a simple routine. I would work all day from home, and when I had to leave, I was either at the clubhouse or Coppers. Not only was I trying to get to the bottom of where the kids were, but I was also trying to find out where the information from within the department was coming from. Email still comes in, but they were few and far between. Some were about what was going on, and some were random things that didn’t really make sense and had me wondering if they were some type of code. Outside of the emails, my days were consistent. Find the kids. I’d spend hours trying to do just that and getting nowhere closer to the truth.
If I left the house to work, I’d feed the cats and give them the attention they craved. I was attempting to make up for being gone. They were spoiled little babies, even more so when I worked at home all day. Whitley would then come over to my place for a shower while I started dinner. I didn’t question it when he asked to shower here the first time. I just envisioned him naked and wet. When my cock hardened in my pants, I started to fist it, getting off on the thoughts of him in my shower. When my mind finally caught up to the fact that he was naked and wet inmyshower, I walked in there and devoured him whole. It didn’t take long to learn that I would have to have dinner ready or in the oven if I was going to join him every time. With an immense amount of control, I leave him alone to shower now.
When he gets out of the shower, we finish setting the island so we can eat. We then play with the cats. This was something that he started and made me fall for him even more.One step closer to love.Phil, however, would stay clear because he is a stuck-up bastard. After our time at my place, we then head to his place to fuck like rabbits and sleep.
It felt so right. We never ran out of things to talk about. We shared so much about growing up and the simple things like our favorite colors, TV shows, and movies—all those little details that make a relationship.
I bring my hand up and knock on his door. Every now and again, I’ll do this simply because I love to watch how his face lights up when he opens the door.
“Hey,” he whispers. His smile is radiant, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.
He steps back and aside so I can come in. When he closes the door, I push him up against it, and my lips connect to his. I kiss him deeply, telling him how much I missed him with my touch. He lets out a soft laugh as I bring my hands up to cradle his head and start trekking down his neck. When I move to the other side, I make my way back up to his mouth, locking our lips together again.
“Hey,” I say as I smile at him. I grab his hands and pull him back to his couch. I sit down and pull him on me, making him straddle me. I love being surrounded by his thick thighs. I love feeling the strength he exudes with his legs. His weight is also extremely comforting.
“I missed you today,” I tell him.
“Mmm,” he grips my hair and pulls my head back. He rolls his jean-clad crotch against mine, and I hum in agreement. His lips ghost mine, “Did you?” I attempt to nod my head, but he tightens his grip on my strands. “Good, because I’ve been going crazy all day with want for you.” He kisses me again before he pulls back. “I’ve missed you like crazy, but when I think of you, I think of your cock and how much I want it. In fact, I wouldn’t mind how we are right now with a lot less clothing. What do you say, Sandy? You want me to ride it?”
He kisses me again as his hands glide down my torso. When he gets to my nipples, he pinches them through my shirt, making me moan into his mouth. I bring my hands up from his waist and up to his chest. While yes, I would love for him to ride me, I’ve been thinking about something since my talk with Turd, and I think I’m finally at the point where it’s time to tell Whit.
I push against his chest and break the kiss. When he opens his eyes, I start to shake my head. “No. Not this time.”
“What do you mean?” confusion is evident on his face. “Do you not want—”
“—I want,” I quickly cut him off. “I promise I do. But,” I let out a sigh, “I spoke with my brother Turd a little while ago, and he made me think of some stuff, and I think I’m ready to really discuss it with you.”
“Why didn’t you then?”
“I’ve learned something about myself recently. It’s that I am absolutely horrible at communicating things that I have the slightest worry about.” Whitley smirks at me, and I continue. “Anyways. I love our sex life. Everything we do, fuck, it’s mind-blowing. But, I think that I’m ready for you to top me.”
Whitley’s eyes bug out, and I can tell that he wasn’t expecting me to say that. “Are you sure?”
“I never said that I would exclusively top. Don’t get me wrong, I love how my cock feels being strangled by your ass, but I’m ready to know what it feels like to be filled by you. To feel you fill me with your cum the way that I do to you. I want everything with you. This is part of everything.”
It’s true. I want everything. I love the way it feels when I unload as deep as I can into him. After the first time, I broke down, telling him how sorry I was for doing it. He told me it was okay. That he was just as responsible for stopping it and didn’t because he wanted it just as bad. He and I got updated tests and never looked back.
“Sandy. I don’t want you to feel like this is something that you have to do.”
“Are you a strict bottom? Is that all you want to do? If it is, and you hate topping, then that’s fine. I won’t push.”
“Well, no. I’m vers. I’d love to fuck you, but I don’t want you to feel like I need to. I love everything about what we do.”
“Why does it seem like you don’t want me to bottom for you?” I’m hurt and confused. I thought that this would be something that he would want. Now that I know that he’s vers, shouldn’t he want this more?I have so much to learn still.
“No. It doesn’t mean that. I will gladly top you. You want honesty?” I nod my head, and he continues. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you. I’ve dreamed of us riding out on your bike and me bending you over it and pounding into you. All while you do nothing but scream and beg for more because no one can hear you. I’ve dreamed of eating your ass for hours before plowing into you without extra lube because your hole is so wet and loose from my tongue. Fuck, Sandy, I want to be so deep inside you that when I come,you taste it.”
“Oh, fuck. That. Give me that.” I’m begging, and I don’t give a shit. I want it. I want him to give me his every want. I want him to take control of my body and use me exactly as he wishes. My cock is so fucking hard. One touch and I’d burst. “Whitley, please. I need you. I need you, Whit. Touch me.”
He hops off my lap and starts to undo my jeans, getting me out in record time. His hand grips my shaft, and he squeezes hard. It really does nothing to put off my impending orgasm.
“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. There are things we have to do to get that virgin hole ready, but soon. Soon I’m going to make you wonder why you took so long to have a cock up your ass.”
He engulfs my entire length, and I hit the back of his throat. When he swallows around the head, I scream out. His other hand travels down, playing with my balls and then my taint before finally getting to my hole. His finger pushes but doesn’t breach. He keeps sucking the life out of me while putting pressure on my hole.
“Fuck, Whit. I’m gonna come. Ugh. Don’t stop. Fuck!”
