Page 51 of Givin' Me Fitz!
Fitz pulled back. “This is taking too long. I’m going to go shove the eggs in the fridge and grab the condoms. Go ahead and get undressed. I’ll be right back.”
I nodded and sat on the side of the bed to slide off my boots. He’d added a nice chair and a small round table in the corner. There was a lamp, a hardcover book, and a pair of glasses resting as if he’d just finished reading and gotten up from the chair.
I pulled off my socks and tucked them into my boots, moving them to the side so nobody tripped. I removed my shirt, draping it over the chair before I stood to unbutton my Levi’s and slid them off, careful not to lose my wallet and change.
I sat on the side of the bed again, not feeling comfortable enough to drop my pants with him out of the room. I wasn’t thinking of some big reveal or anything. He’d touched my cock that night in the bed of the truck, but it had been dark.
I wasn’t usually nervous about someone seeing my junk for the first time, but I felt the butterflies turn to bats as I fretted over his thoughts on what I “brought to the table,” as he’d said at the restaurant.
What I didn’t expect was for Fitz to walk into the bedroom naked as a jaybird with the open box of condoms in his hand. “I took the cellophane off in the kitchen so we could avoid the struggle.” The smirk on his face was really fucking cute.
His cock was semi-hard, and damn nice looking. He wasn’t cut, a surprise to me, but the night we’d been together, he’d been rock hard when I touched him, and I was so wrapped up in his hands on me that I hadn’t paid attention.
Fitz put the condoms on the nightstand and stood in front of me with his cock at eye level. “You havin’ second thoughts?” He pointed to my briefs where the head of my hard-on was peeking out. “It’s easier if you take them off.”
I chuckled. “Ah, is that how it works?” I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the covered head of his cock and sliding my tongue under the foreskin. I swirled my tongue around the ridge a few times, feeling his dick grow hard and warm as the blood filled it. I released it and stood to shove my briefs to my feet and step out of them.
Fitz lifted his right hand and gently skimmed his fingers over the ink on the top of my right shoulder. “Do all of these have a sentimental story?” The sensation of the pads of his fingers sliding along my collarbone made me shudder as gooseflesh prickled my skin.
“To be honest, some of them I don’t remember. I got some of them while I was in the military on deployments around the world. There are a lot of different substances out there stronger than pot, trust me. The tattoo artists outside the US aren’t as ethical about clients being mostly sober when they get inked like artists inside the US.”
Fitz grinned. “Yeah, I’d bet.”
I took him in my arms and dropped the two of us on the bed on our sides. “What’s your preference? I’m a top. We don’t have to have intercourse if you’d rather not. I’m more than happy to wrap my mouth around that sexy cock.”
“I think things are gonna work out just fine for both of us. I’m partial to feeling a hard cock in my ass, and you’ve got a nice one. Full disclosure, I don’t mind doin’ the fuckin’ every now and again, but I’m fine without it if you don’t cotton to the idea.” Fitz opened the drawer of the bedside table, retrieving a bottle of lube.
I moved us to the pillows and took the bottle from his hand. I checked how much was in it, seeing it was about a quarter full, and I smirked. “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. I think we’ll use most of this tonight.”
Fitz laughed hard, but I silenced him with my tongue, lapping at the inside of his mouth. I was done talking.
He pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips, flipping the cap on the lube and squeezing some into my palm. I reached around him and slid my slick fingers down his crack, circling his hole as I sat up and gently bit his nipples.
Fitz settled his forearms over my shoulders before cradling my head against his chest. He pulled the elastic band from my hair and ran his fingers through it, making my scalp prickle. “God, you light me on fire.”
I pushed the tip of my middle finger inside him, feeling his hole pulse around the intrusion. I kissed up his chest and neck to his ear. “You wanna ride me?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. This first time I’d like to control how fast you slide into me. You’re packing some heat, Sawyer, and I don’t wanna be out of the game after you pound me hard.”
I leaned forward and kissed his soft lips. “Anything you want, Fitz.”
I slid another finger inside him, and stroked his prostate, feeling his cock flex against my abs. My dick was under his ass as he rode my fingers. It took everything inside me not to blow at the sensation of his taint gliding over my aching prick.
“I’m ready,” Fitz gasped.
I removed my fingers and lifted him a bit, grabbing my dick to hold up for him. He slid down without hesitation, and I immediately felt at home.
I kissed his lips and reclined with my hands on his hips. “Ride ’em, cowboy.”
He cracked up. “Ironically stated. I do know how to ride a horse—just not a steel horse. Or maybe I do…”
Oh, fuck, did he…
The sexy man had strong legs, and he showed me things I’d never known—like how to properly ride a cock and take as much pleasure as he gave me.
My moans and groans were obscene at the sensations he elicited from my body. I wasn’t sure who was doing the fucking, but I knew I’d never felt anything like what he was doing to me.
“Fuck, Sawyer. I’m about to—”
