Page 71 of Studious
I could get used to this. I like being overheated and in a man’s arms. Not just any man—it’s Danny. Danny, who centered all his attention last night on bringing me pleasure twice—with his tongue and with his hand.
But he’s been teaching me to act on instinct, so that’s what I do. I turn so we’re nose to nose, and he stretches his back, adjusts his arms so he’s still holding me, and then blinks his eyes open.
“Hey,” he whispers, his voice groggy from sleep.
“Hi,” I say back, feeling shy for some reason.
The shyness doesn’t last long, because Danny tips me onto my back and settles between my legs, kissing me.
“Don’t you care about morning breath?” I ask, once we break apart for a moment.
“Nope.”
I find that I don’t care about it, either—neither one of us has particularly bad breath. And the warm weight of Danny over me and between my legs is making me feel…things.
Like, is this my life? My crush is kissing me. Actually, my crush is rubbing his hard cock against mine slowly and deliberately, in this erotic dance. And it’s all I can do to hang on and enjoy the sensation.
Danny reaches between us for my cock, giving it a tug. Then he grabs the lube. I watch in happy disbelief as he proceeds to slick both of us up.
He settles against me again, kissing me everywhere he can reach—my neck, my collarbone, my jaw, my lips.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers into my cheek, his hand moving between us.
“Nghh,” is all I manage.
But it isn’t just the fact that Danny’s touching me in ways that no one else has. It’s the intimacy of this moment—a sleepy Sunday morning, with no one around, no responsibilities. I’m in his wide bed with its soft sheets and the sun peeking in through the shades. There’s no sound but our heavy breathing and the slick slide of his hand on our cocks.
And he’swatchingme in a way no one else has. He’s looking at me like I’m his entire world… which is such a dangerous thing to think. Because I know, for him, this is solely physical. He’s told me that many times. This is how he is with everyone. It’s a way to get off. Well, and he’s teaching me, preparing me to have sexual relationships with other people.
I can’t help thinking, though, that this means more. When he kisses me so gently and deeply. When he seems more focused on my pleasure than his own.
But maybe that’s why he’s so popular.
I shove all those negative thoughts to the side. I’ve somehow managed to get into bed with my ideal man. He’s been my first kiss, my first orgasm with someone else in the room, my first blowjob… and he’s the first man I’ve ever woken up to in the morning. I’m turning my brain off and enjoying this.
Because I’m scared it won’t last—because itwon’tlast. Orgasms never do.
I kiss him back, gently at first, and then deeper. My hands explore his skin. I get bolder and bolder, not just running them along his shoulders or down his back and sides but down to his ass, with an exploratory dip between his cheeks.
He pauses for a moment and grins at me. “Go for it.”
The truth is, I want more than his body, but that’s me being greedy. I’ll take what I can get.
With tentative fingers, I explore the cleft of his ass, his balls, his taint. Danny hands me the lube, and I use some to take over jacking him. He groans in pleasure. “Yes. God. That feels good, Alden. Here, let me.”
Danny rolls us so he’s spooning me, his dick between my legs and his hand reaching around and grasping my length.
I keep getting lost with him. Lost in desire and pleasure. Lost in fulfilled promises and dreams coming true. I have to remind myself that this is only for right now. Only to teach me how to be with another guy.
But it’s easy to forget.
Soon enough, between the friction of his hand and the warmth of his body, I’m coming, the O taking me over in a burst of tension and then release. Danny pulls away from me and starts to jack himself furiously, but with a grin, I take over. When I get him to come, I watch his head fall back and his eyes flutter shut, and I think yet again that he’s the most beautiful human I’ve ever met.
Once he comes down from the high, he ignores the mess we’ve made and again crawls up over me, kissing me hard and deep, then soft and sweet. “Take a shower with me,” he whispers.
I’m having those dangerous thoughts again. I want this to be real, even though I know that it can’t be.
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