Page 76 of Protecting the Nerd

So, no, I didn’t buy into this whole concept of men needing to be masculine. Being yourself was what it was all about if you asked me. The power of living authentically was something more people needed to discover.

That being said, I couldn’t deny Quillon’s words had given me an ego boost. You fuck like a god. Something so trivial, yet it meant so much to me.

I’d never considered myself especially good at sex. If I’d had to rate my previous performances, for lack of a better word, from before I met Quillon, I would’ve given myself a seven, if even that. But with Quillon, everything had changed. It came so naturally with him, like our bodies were in sync on some subconscious level.

And today, when the roles had been reversed for the first time, something had clicked inside me as if I had unlocked a part of me I’d never known existed. It might be the most ridiculous statement from a scientist like me, but I felt like I was born to be with this man. Maybe even born to fuck him. And that thought shocked the hell out of me, but I couldn’t deny how right it felt. Jesus, Quillon had turned me into some lovey-dovey, mushy, feelings-over-facts guy.

And what was more, I loved it.

My body was coming back online after the most earth-shattering orgasm. I’d sagged on top of Quillon like a deflated balloon, but now I could move again. My cock had softened and slipped out of him.

“How are you feeling, champ?” Quillon asked in a teasing tone.

“Like I just ran a marathon. Exhausted but very proud.”

“You should be. That was incredible.”

“Yeah? Did you…” Wait. My thoughts came to a screeching halt. Had Quillon come? I hadn’t touched his cock and couldn’t remember if he’d orgasmed.

I froze. “Please don’t tell me I… You didn’t come.”

“It’s okay, nerdy. I can wait.”

I pushed myself up and poked a finger into his chest. “It’s not okay. I should’ve noticed much sooner. Here I was, thinking myself some sort of sex-god, and you didn’t even come.”

He cupped my cheek, his eyes soft. “What did I say to you right after?”

“But why would you tell me I fucked like a god if I was this selfish?”

“You were not selfish. If I had wanted to come, I could have. It’s not always about the orgasm, nerdy. I’m not gonna deny that I do want to come sometime soon, but it wasn’t urgent. Watching you take your pleasure from me gave me satisfaction on a much deeper level.”

I blew out a breath. If I wasn’t so damn sure he’d never lie to me, I would question the truth of that statement, but I couldn’t. If Quillon said that was how he felt, then he did. “Can I still say I’m sorry? I was caught up in my pleasure.”

“I know, and I loved watching you. There’s nothing to be sorry for. I promise, nerdy. You know I’d never lie to you.”

I did, so I inhaled deeply and blew out, letting all my insecurities go. I gestured at my soft dick. “I don’t think I have another round in me.”

“You’re good. You’ve got two hands and a mouth, don’t you?”

He said it with a wink, but he wasn’t wrong. “Let’s sit in the Jacuzzi,” I suggested.

Quillon blinked. Apparently, he’d expected something else. “Okay.”

A few minutes later, we were up to our shoulders in the massive Jacuzzi. I’d thrown in some ocean-scented bath salts. Never heard of it, but I liked the smell. Not too sweet, at least. Hell if I was gonna smell like roses.

We were sitting opposite each other, which wasn’t bad, but it didn’t offer the best angles to play with Quillon, which was what I had in mind. “Come sit between my legs.” I spread my legs wide.

Without hesitation, he slid over and leaned with his back against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him. Oh, I liked this position. The first time I’d seen Quillon, I’d compared him to a jaguar, and naked, that was even more apt. He was sculpted, his muscles sleek everywhere but never bulging. And he’d done a good job developing his whole body and not just his chest. Some men tended to focus on that, which left them way out of proportion, but Quillon hadn’t. He had beautiful biceps, but I liked his strong thighs and ass as well.

“I think I may be becoming an ass man too,” I said.

He chuckled. “As long as it’s my ass you’re admiring, I’m good with that.”

“I’ve never looked at another man and wanted him. You’re it for me, Quill.”

He turned his mouth toward me, and I kissed him. Not too long because the angle was awkward, but I couldn’t refuse him. He rested his head back against my chest while I played with his nipples, little hard buds in the bubbling water. His were not supersensitive, I had discovered, but he did like it when I pinched them. Not too hard, but with a bit of force.

His cock was hard again. Or still hard, I wasn’t sure. It bobbed in the water, but I ignored it. I had different plans. I squeezed his ass cheeks and slipped my hand between them. He was still open from my cock, and my finger sank inside him without much effort. I circled it, cleaning him out. What a deliciously dirty idea that my cum was in there, that I was emptying my load.

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