Page 48 of Love in Mission City
Carter
I’d suspected Byron might be a little shy. His chest hair had a smattering of gray. If he went a day or two without shaving, a little silver appeared in his whiskers. I never commented, of course. I didn’t want to emphasize the age gap. I never wanted to do anything that would draw attention to the fourteen years. A blink of an eye as far as I was concerned.
Turned out I was wrong. Not about the age thing, but definitely about the shy. He was lean and sleek. Not much extra of anything.
I liked what I saw.
And, as he climbed into the middle of the bed, he put on quite a show. He laid on his back and slowly stroked his cock. “You’re going to fuck me, right?”
I licked my lips. “That’s my preference. I’m open to everything, but—”
“Please.” His dark-brown eyes shone in the waning light.
Never one to not respond to a plea, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between the thighs he willingly parted for me.I snagged the condom, rolled it on, and then coated my fingers with lube. I met his gaze. “You okay with me prepping you?”
He bobbed his head up and down with such enthusiasm that I chuckled. “Eager?”
“Oh God, you have no idea.”
Well, if he gazed down and noticed myvery interestedcock, then he’d be less concerned. I wasn’t huge, but I had some length. All the better to give him exactly what he needed.
I circled his rim.
He grinned.
A smile I’d never tire of. More and more each day, he shared that joy. I pressed a finger in.
He chuckled. “I’m pretty certain you can do better.”
“Oh really? Is that a challenge?”
“Uh…maybe not? I haven’t had a lot of action down there for a while.”
I’d have guessed about five years, but that wasn’t a guarantee. He might’ve tried toys. He might’ve had hookups. Or he might’ve just coasted along with his rescue dogs, his work, and his lonely life. And since that thought made me sad, I pushed it aside and moved right on with bringing him pleasure.
The second finger met no resistance. I scissored, trying to open him up. I twisted my wrist in just the perfect way and nailed his spongy spot.
His cock jerked and leaked a drop of precum.
I might’ve leaned over to lap it up.
He might’ve offered me a lazy grin.
“Oh, fan of the prostate?”
“Yep. Wasn’t sure it still worked.”
Ah, so probably five years. Jesus.“I’m going to rock your world.”
“You already have.” He held my gaze. “I didn’t see you coming…but I’ll never regret you.”
My heart soared. I withdrew my fingers.
He mock glared. “Hey.”
I coated my cock with lube.
For the first time, I appeared to have his full attention. He swallowed convulsively.
