Page 103 of Studious
I begin to open him, easing lube into his channel so he can relax and take me.
He flops onto his stomach and rises up on his hands and knees, wiggling his ass in a move that makes my mouth water.
“You are a sight,” I whisper, pressing another finger in. I stroke his cock with my other hand and rub my own cock against his leg. He’s right here, and he’s so sexy and mine.
“You make me feel amazing,” he says. “I crave being closer to you than I can be to any other human being.”
“You’re gonna make me come fast if you keep talking like that,” I warn.
“If that happens, we’ll just do it again.”
“Fair enough.” And I realize that’s another thing I get to have with Alden. Before, with a one-and-done hookup, I needed to be perfect, because I wasn’t going to get a second chance. No, I wasn’t going toallowmyself a second chance.
But with Alden, I can explore him. And it’s very, very sexy, because his body has a lot of secrets. While he has the usual erogenous zones, some are all his own. Like the backs of his knees. Or the way he reacts when I suck his cock from the side.
But now, I can tell he’s ready for my cock.
I go to grab a condom, and he stiffens. “You don’t have to.”
“What?”
“I trust you. You got tested. I trust that you’ve been with no one else but me since then. We don’t need condoms.”
I make a very unmanly whimper. Because I’ve never had sex without one.Never.
As I line up, ready to fuck him, I realize I’m in even deeper than I’d imagined. I hadn’t expected how much I would want to take care of this man—but also how much he’d give me in return. Things I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Things I didn’t know I was missing.
Like trust.
Like love.
Like valuing my opinion.
Like letting me be intimate with him in more than just a physical way.
“Do it, Danny,” he urges. “Fuck me. Please.”
And I slip inside.
His warm, lubed heat feels nothing like when there was a condom separating us. I think he can tell the difference, too.
We’re skin to skin. Body to body.
A communion of sorts. We areone.
I slide all the way in, pressing my pelvis to his ass cheeks, groaning. I huddle over him, reaching for his cock.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I am absolutely not okay.” I start to pull out, but he grabs my ass. “‘Okay’ has nothing to do with this. I think if I were to die during sex, this is when it should happen. Because what a way to go.”
“You’re talking too much,” I growl. “I must not be doing my job.”
He laughs, which turns into a moan and then a grunt as I pull back and thrust into him much more forcefully. And again. And again.
Over and over, I slide into him, trying to rub his prostate the right way while his pressure around me makes every part of my dick feel good.
Fuck. I increase the speed, fucking him hard now. I can’t keep this up, because I’ll get caught in an orgasm, but I know Alden likes it when I lose control.
