Page 95 of Hide and Seek
When I finally lift my mouth from him, he’s lying on the bed in a boneless heap. His chest heaves as he drags in ragged breaths, and his torso is covered with ribbons of cum.
“Holy shit,” he mutters and slides his gaze down to meet mine. “I didn’t know I could do that. That was…wow.” He giggles, then slaps his hand over his mouth as a shocked expression replaces his giddy one.
I huff out a laugh at the move. He didn’t seem to mind screaming for me while I had my tongue in his ass, but he’s decided that giggling is a step too far.
Curiously, I run my finger through the mess on his stomach. I’ve never had the urge to taste cum before, but I want to know what he tastes like.
Myles’s eyes widen as I suck my finger clean.
It tastes how I expect it to: a little salty with hints of musk and an aftertaste I can’t quite place. But there are undertones of something dark and wild, something that I instinctively know is unique to him.
“You taste good,” I tell him and grip the base of his dick in my hand.
He might have just come, but he’s already half hard as I hold him in place and run my tongue along the ridge of his crown.
He cries out and buries his hands in my hair as I move over him, taking a bit more of him with each bob of my head. There’s something incredibly hot about being able to feel him getting harder as I suck him, and I reluctantly pull off when he’s rock hard again.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbles dazedly as I sit back on my heels. “How many times have you done that?” He shakes his head. “No, wait, don’t tell me. I don’t need to know how you got so good at that.”
“You want to know how many guys I’ve fucked?” I ask. “How many I’ve put my mouth on?” Not taking my eyes off him, I run my finger through more of the mess still on his chest, then bring it to his mouth.
He opens for me without prompting, and I slip my finger between his lips.
“One,” I tell him as he sucks on my finger and curls his tongue around it.
His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in shock.
I pull my finger out of his mouth and run it along his lower lip. “You’re the only one.”
“How is that possible?” he whispers.
“How is it possible that you’re the only guy I’ve been with?”
He nods.
“Because you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a packet of lube.
He licks his lips as I tear it open with my teeth.
“I’ve never been with a guy before you either,” he says as I dribble some of the cool liquid onto my fingers.
That makes me pause. “Not at all?”
He shakes his head.
I’ve never bought into the rhetoric that first times should be special or that virginity is a gift you give to someone, but does he think that way? Did Myles miss out on something he’s always wanted when he let me take his virginity with a rough fuck in the woods?
The idea that I’m his only guy is incredibly hot, and it makes my inner caveman happy, but I don’t like the idea that I might have robbed him of something he wanted to experience.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. “Did I say something wrong? Should I not have told you that?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” I rub my fingers together to warm up the lube before it can slide right off my hand. “That first night in the woods?—”
“Was exactly what I wanted it to be,” he interrupts. “You told me what would happen, and I prepped. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want it.”
I’m not entirely convinced, but I take him at his word and rub my slippery fingers against his hole.
He moans and spreads his legs for me, and I press my finger against his softened entrance.
