Page 74 of True Sight
And a bottle of lube in the other.
I eye both for a moment before looking up at him.
“I’m normally a bottom,” he starts as if I’m supposed to know what that means. Clearly my face gives away my sheer lack of knowledge around gay sex because he continues. “That means you wear this.” He lowers the condom for me to take. “And we use this to make things a lot easier,” he finishes, shaking the bottle of lube at me with a smirk.
I suddenly can’t seem to form words as the idea of what’s about to happen clogs my executive function.
I’m about to have sex with Henry.
Sex like sex with a condom and lube sex.
What if I hurt him? What if I’m not any good? What if this isn’t what I think it’ll be and I hate it?
What if he hates it and then hates me?
The pressure of his hands on my chest as he lays himselfdown on top of me, bringing his lips next to my ear, gives me a fresh sense of resolve.
“I know you’re scared but remember, you’re allowed to be scared with me. I’ll teach you how to be brave and scared all at the same time,” he whispers before pulling back to look at me. Hearing the words again brings me the same sense of courage they did the first time he spoke.
I push his leg to one side and he moves just far enough out of the way for me to tear open the foil packet and roll the condom on. Then, he squeezes a heaping amount of lube into one hand and uses the other to warm it up between his palms. Straddling me once more, he rubs me down with his hands making me slick and slippery.
“We’re going to take it nice and slow, okay?” he asks, his voice tender and soft.
“Okay,” I manage to get out along with a small nod. My heart thumps in my chest as he reaches for my hand and holds it. Lifting his hips up, he runs his fingers between his cheeks, lubing himself up, and aligning his hips. As he lowers himself down, I feel the tip of my dick find the outline of his hole and hold my breath. Slowly, ever so slowly, he continues to lower himself down and stretch around me. My eyes marvel at how his thighs bulge and hold him in place as he hovers over me, taking this as slow as he thinks I need.
“Okay?” he asks again. When he lowers himself down even further and my cock feels the tightness of his hole encase me, a guttural moan escapes me.
“I’m more than okay, I’mfucking perfect.You are perfect, this is perfect.” When he chuckles, I feel him relax and open up a little more. He sinks down even further, enough to where he can press his knees into the bed and lower himselfall the way down. When our bodies connect at our hips and he gasps I know I’ve hit the right spot.
“Okay?” I ask this time, squeezing his hand that I’m still holding. He forces his lips to mine and moans before nodding.
“I’m more than okay, I’mfucking perfect.You are perfect, this is perfect,” he repeats back to me with a smile.
He lifts his hips again, pulling me almost entirely out of him, before sinking back down. He’s gentle as he pushes me back in which allows me to feel every ridge of him as I go.
“God, you’re so fucking…” I’m not sure what the right word to use is.
“Tight?”
“Yes,” I hiss as he rides me again, sending a wave of ecstasy through my veins. “So fucking tight.”
“Say it again,” he begs and I feel his dick expand on my hip. His one arm is propping himself up on top of me while his other hand is still intertwined in mine, holding it tight and refusing to let go. A steady sign of tenderness and care, like a best friend who holds your hand in the hallway on the first day of school.
I use my free arm to pull him closer to me and crane my neck so I can run my tongue along the inside of his mouth. Using my free hand, I pop open the bottle of lube and squeeze some of it into my palm and rub it around with my fingers to warm it up. With him leaning over, his dick is pressed between us and taking advantage of the friction created by his movements. In and out, each time bringing me closer to my finish and hitting the spot he likes.
“You. Are so.Fucking tight,”I growl before bringing my hand to his shaft. Slick and wet, my hand slides up and down his hard length.
“You best be careful there, mate. With you fucking myass and getting me off at the same time I might not last much longer.” The sounds of his moans and feeling him shake above me drive my desire to see that happen.
“Why don’t you come for me, you little slut,” I encourage into his ear when he lowers himself down. I start to move my hips to the rhythm he set, sinking myself deeper inside of him with each thrust.
His breath hitches in his throat and he throws his head back when I rub him harder, using my thumb to circle his head. “Tell me again.”
I reach up and wrap my hand around his throat and bring him so close to my face that our lips brush together before laying out my demands. “Come”—thrust—“For me”—thrust—“Now, you little slut.”
Our mouths crash together and our lips collide, both trying to take the upper hand. He pushes and pulls on top of me, taking me as far as he can as I continue to jerk him off. The warming sensation starts in my toes and slowly crawls its way up my body. It continues to climb up my legs, building in my thighs, and reaches my core. Every muscle in my body begins to shake as he rides me harder, and then it’s as if someone has lit a match and dropped it on a trail of gasoline, lighting every single one of my nerve endings on fire. He cries out in pleasure and I moan his name and together we reach our peak. My hand becomes slick with his ecstasy and I’m thankful for the condom I have on or else I would have finished in his ass. Foreheads pressed together and eyes closed, we both work to regain a steady breath.
“Holy shit,” I pant.
