Page 14 of Hearing Hank

“Received but never given,” I tell him, running my hands up and down his back. “I very much want to though. Never felt safe enough before.”

Lee leans forward and kisses me, eliminating the little bit of space left between us. “Are you going to be able to tell me if something is not okay? I don’t want to accidentally push you to do something you don’t want to do and have you not be able to tell me.”

I get a warm fuzzy feeling. That right there is why I feel safe enough with him. “I think I will be fine. I’m able to talk to you fairly easily now. If I can’t I’ll tap you.” I poke his shoulder repeatedly. “Plus, you’re paying attention. You would know.”

Lee nods in agreement and smiles, quickly pulling his shirt off. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his bare chest. I lean down to mouth the angle between his shoulder and neck and run my tongue along the lines of his shoulder muscle. My hands span the sides of his ribcage and I run my thumbs over his nipples simultaneously. Lee arches into me beautifully and moans. Encouraged, I move my hands down to the waistband of his jeans, and my mouth down to his nipple.

I pop the button on his jeans and ease the zipper down as I kneel. I put my mouth over the bulge in his briefs and exhale. The flood of warm moist air makes him groan above me and bring his hands to my head. We work together quickly to get the rest of his clothes off, and I throw my shirt to the side.

I bury my nose in the crease between his thigh and groin and just breathe him in. A little voice in the back of my head tells me I probably look like a creeper, but I squish it ruthlessly. I have the man I’ve been borderline obsessed with willing and naked in front of me, and I’m not letting anything, including my brain, get in my way.

Kissing my way up his shaft, I pull the head into my mouth and focus on stimulating every place all at once with my tongue. I grip his hips and start working his shaft in and out, going deeper each time. His precum is plentiful and both sweet and salty. Already this is the best sexual experience of my life, and I still have my jeans on.

I’m just really getting into the rhythm, with Lee making happy grunts and moans above me, when he suddenly grabs my head, and says, “Jesus, you have to stop!”

I quickly pull off, sitting back on my heels, and look up at him. I’m worried that I did something wrong because Lee is trembling, but not too worried because he’s also smiling at me. “What’s wrong?” I ask him. “Did I hurt you?”

“Hell no,” he laughs. “I was going to cum, and I’m not ready. I’m old enough that I only get one shot a night, and I want to cum with your dick in me.”

I grin up at him and quickly scramble to my feet. “Your wish is my command,” I tell him. I give him a deep sloppy kiss as I make quick work of shedding the rest of my clothes.

Clothes gone, we stumble our way to the bed, still attached at the mouth. Lee climbs up on the bed on all fours and fishes lube out of his nightstand drawer. I mean to follow him, but I’m temporarily frozen at the sight of his amazing ass on display for me. I’m not sure how long I stand there drooling, but it’s long enough for Lee to notice and gently tease me.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks with a smug smile.

That’s enough to break me out of my trance and I shoot him a mock glare and grab the lube out of his hand. Settling in behind him, I give his ass cheek a quick nip, earning me a squeak, and then a laugh.

That laugh unlocks something in my chest that had been tight for so long I’d forgotten it was there. Affection and relief flood me as I realize that right now, in this moment with Lee, I’m not at all anxious.

I lube my fingers, and tease around his rim. I hear him draw a frustrated breath, and I know he’s going to tell me to get on with it. I ease a finger in just as he starts to talk and whatever he was going to say ends as a long satisfied, “Oh.”

He doesn’t have any problem with relaxing, and I add another quickly. As I move them, the groan of appreciation pushes my own arousal to the unignorable point.

“Do you want three or the burn?” I ask him. I know what I like with my toys, but I can also minimize the burn if he doesn’t like it.

“No,” he mumbles into the pillow. “I just want you.”

“You’ve got me,” I tell him, and gently push my lubed cock past his outer ring. Lee keens into his pillow, but I can hear the pleasure in it. I’m overwhelmed by how amazing he feels around me, and I realize that this is going to be a short trip. I want him to cum before I do, so I reached under him with my lube-slick hand and grip his hard cock. I try to jack him in the same rhythm as my thrusts because that’s how it always goes in books, but I can’t even. Everything feels so amazing that I’m lucky to be able to move my hips and my arm at the same time. It doesn’t sound like Lee is finding fault though. He’s making anahhsound with almost every exhale, and the pitch is getting higher and higher. About the time I’ve reached my limit, and I’m about to lose myself in what promises to be the best orgasm of my life, his entire body tenses up, and his ass clenches tight around my dick.

That’s the final straw. Electricity runs up and down my spine, and I slam into him a few more times until I lose all coordination. Black fuzzies dance on the edge of my vision, and I realize that I’ve been holding my breath through the waves of pleasure. With the last of my strength, I pull Lee with me as I fall to the side, keeping him out of the mess we just made under him. I know I should get up and help clean up, but all I can do is kiss him on the back of his neck and shoulder over and over until sleep takes me under.

18

Lee

Iwakeupinthe morning a little sore and very happy. The bed next to me is empty, but I can hear the shower going, so Hank’s whereabouts aren’t a mystery. I’m tempted to climb in there with him, but my shower isn’t very big, and I know he needs to hurry up and get on the road this morning. After he passed out last night I snuck out and cleaned up, so I don’t really need one this morning. Instead of joining him, I throw on my favorite silky robe and stick my head in the bathroom to ask him how he likes his coffee.

There’s only a barely noticeable pause before he says, “However you make it is good with me, I’m easy,” and I silently rejoice that our comfort level has gotten to where he can talk to me without much effort. I look around my kitchen as I make coffee. It’s a perfectly serviceable kitchen in a perfectly fine apartment, but there’s nothing special about the kitchen itself. If I took my red dishes and funky décor out, it would look like every other apartment in the world.

Hank interrupts my pointless musing, saying from behind me, “That robe makes me want to take you back to bed instead of getting my butt in gear and on the road.”

He comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck as he slides his arms around me. A thoroughly pleasant shiver rolls down my spine. I lean back against him and close my eyes for a second, grateful that there doesn’t seem to be any morning-after awkwardness at all. I think I would be perfectly happy having mornings like this for the rest of my life. That thought pops my eyes right back open. I’m getting ahead of myself.

“This one is yours.” I turn around and hand him a travel cup of coffee. “You have the address of the wedding shop, right? The order is under Conroy, and it’s all paid for. You should just be able to grab it and go. I know you said you didn’t need me to come but call or text me if there are any problems, now that we actually have each other’s number.”

He smiles at me. “I’ve got it, It’ll be fine. You’re still heading back to the ranch today, right?”

“Yes, I’ll be a couple of hours behind you. I’ve got a few things I want to do this morning. I’ll come and find you when I get back to the ranch.”

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