Page 61 of Until We Fall

I crawl up on the end of the bed, and I bend to kiss along his shins, his hair tickling my lips as I move up to his knee, scooting over the top of him, to his thighs. The tip of my dick rubs along his leg, and he groans, opening his thighs wider.

He doesn’t hurry me. I move at my own pace, kissing and licking up his muscular legs.

When I settle on my knees between his thighs, he props a hand behind his head to look at me. His elbow is bent, his bicep flexing. His abs harden with the position too, and I let out a shaky breath.

He wants me to fuck him.This amazing man wants me.

Oh god. Thisisreal.

“Have you….” I breathe out, trying to get a fix on the words I want to say. “Have you bottomed before?”

“Yes.” He hesitates. “I don’t know how much you want to know.”

I frown. “I think we should be honest.”

“Alright.” He nods. “Once. It was okay. He pretty much just went for it. He didn’t spend much time getting me ready, and it wasn’t comfortable. But he was pretty big, and I always thought if I met a smaller guy, I’d enjoy it more.”

“Like…” I lick my lips nervously. “My little dick.”

His pupils flare. “Exactly like your perfect little dick.”

Oh god, I harden even more. My dick is aching, pointing out toward him.

His eyes don’t leave me as I crouch to kiss the inside of his thigh.

“Have you ever?” he asks quietly.

I shake my head against the inside of his thigh, only taking my lips off him long enough to answer. “You’ll be my first.”

My only.

I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I can’t imagine feeling comfortable enough, or cared for enough, or understood enough. I need comfort. Maybe that’s why I read Leo and Oliver’s story again and again. I need security. I need to know that I won’t be left.

I grip onto his thighs and push them up, scooting down until his smell and taste surround me. I’ve given him head before, so this isn’t entirely new yet. I softly suck on first one ball, and then the other. I know from how he responded before that he likes this.

“That feels so fucking good.” His shoulders arch back. “I love how you touch me.”

I move lower, my socked toes sliding against the sheet. His thighs are spread before me, his balls tight and dick hard. But my full focus goes to his hole, tight and small, I scoot myself down so that I can reach him.

Oh god, I’m doing this with him. We’re actually doing this and…

I flick my tongue over him.

He shudders, reaching for his cock but not stroking. “Yes, that’s it.”

At his reassurance, I press my tongue more firmly against him, testing how it feels for both of us, how he tastes. His thighs rise higher in response, so I push my tongue deeper.

“Fuck,” he groans. “So good.”

I keep licking, diving my tongue in deeper. With every time, he groans louder. I keep licking until he’s trembling, and then I pull back. I need to prep him with something thicker than my tongue. I have lube in my bedside table drawer, but…

“I don’t have condoms,” I say. “I, uh… didn’t really think that I’d ever need them?”

His eyes settle on me. “Rory?—”

“Do you have one?” I don’t want to get into all of my insecurities right now. I just want to enjoy this with him.

He nods, his brows drawing together. “My underwear drawer.”

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