Page 60 of True Sight
“But, Conrad, what about the meeting?” I tease and feign concern.
“Fuck the meeting, we can get to that later. There are bigger things to worry about right now,” he growls into my neck as I feel his hand travel down my back.
“You’re telling me,” I quip and move my hips in such a way that causes our hard-ons to bump one another. He shudders under me and grabs my ass in his fist, squeezing it tightly.
“You know I got myself off yesterday just by thinking about what you did to me on Sunday,” he offers through heavy sighs. Lying on top of one another, we’re a sea of frenzied hands and desperate kisses. Trying to get as much of one another as we can fully clothed.
“Oh you did, did you? Want me to give you another go?” I whisper into his ear and reach my hand between us, cupping him in my hand and gently squeezing. His breath catches in his throat and his head presses into the pillow behind him. With his neck exposed, I bring my teeth to his ear and nibble on it which earns me another pleasured groan.
“Not this time, sweets. This time it’s all about you.” Hiswords startle me and I pull back for a moment to look at him.
“Me? Are you sure?” It’s not that I don’t want him to but it’s more about not wanting him to feel like he has to. He made it perfectly clear that I’m the first man he’s ever been with and I don’t want him to feel rushed to do anything he isn’t ready for.
“Yes, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have offered it I wasn’t sure. I wanted to on Saturday night but you told me no. You said one step at a time, now it’s my turn to step.” He speaks between kisses and his hand is fighting mine for space to touch me.
“We don’t have to if you don’t?—”
“I want to. I wantyou. Now would you please get off of me so I can get you off.Please?” He holds my gaze and I search his eyes for any sense of hesitation but can’t find any. Slowly, I lift myself off of him and sit back so he can get out from under me. My heart races as I watch him move from the couch, push the coffee table back, and drop to his knees in front of me. My skin tingles with nervous energy and anticipation as I look down at him kneeling in front of me. He holds my hand as I reposition myself so I’m facing him with my feet on the floor. When he pushes up on his knees, I meet him halfway and let his hand rope around my neck and pull me into another kiss. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I moan before bringing my hand to his neck. My thumb can feel his heart pulsating through his veins. It’s moving just as fast as mine is.
“Take this off,” I encourage, reaching down and stripping him of his shirt. When he tosses it to the floor, I pull him closer to me and run my hands across his now exposed chest. His hand comes to my lap and starts to rub me through my joggers making me harder than I was before.
“We don’t have to do this, you know. We can wait, I can wait,” I offer one more time, giving him an out if he wants to take it.
“Do you not want me to?” He pauses and looks at me.
“Oh, I want you to. I just want to make sure you want to.”
“I want to, I promise.” I nod silently and lean back, lifting my hips and allowing him to pull the waistband of my joggers down, taking my briefs with them. Once he reaches a certain point, my cock springs free and is standing at attention. He looks at it and licks his lips, sitting back on his heels. His chest is rising and falling with his breath.
“Okay?” His eyes flicker to mine when I ask.
He pushes back up on his knees and leans over to kiss me, his hand finding my cock. I inhale sharply when his fingers wrap around it and slowly start to move up and down.
“You know, someone once told me that you can’t control everything that happens in life,” he hums into my ear, continuing to stroke me. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I try to not lose control too quickly. “He said that sometimes, the best parts of life just happen without a plan.”
“I think that’s pretty sound advice if I do say so myself,” I manage to eke out between moans.
He nips at the side of my neck and continues. “He also said that I needed to go with the flow and just let things happen. That sometimes the best things happen when you don’t plan for them at all.”
“Mhhm,” I swallow hard and feel my Adam’s apple bob in my throat. His hand is picking up speed and I squeeze my hand into a fist, trying to reallocate some of the pressure that’s building.
“You’re starting to be the best unplanned thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m going to show you how muchthat means to me. Tell me if you want me to do something different, teach me what you like.” When I nod, he drops to his knees and slips my hard length between his lips.
“Oh, god,” I sigh out, pulling my head up from where I’d been resting it to look down at him. His eyes burn into mine as he takes me with his mouth.
“Yes, just like that,” I coach. His head bobs up and down, sliding me in and out of his mouth. Every single one of my nerve endings seems to catch fire with each new pump.
“Spit on it,” I beg. “Spit on it and then play with me with your hand.”
He pulls away and looks at me for a beat with confusion between his brows. “You want me to?—”
I reach down quickly and hold his chin in my fingers. “You’re a very smart man, Mr. Miller, and I know you heard what I said. Now spit on my cock and play with it with your hand.”
His lips pull back into a quick smirk before he does exactly what I told him to. Pulling back, I watch as his lips move around in a circle before he kneels down again and spits on me. Then, he takes me in his hand and starts to play with me.
“That’s it, that’s my good boy.” Sitting on his knees, he leans over and presses a few kisses into the top of my leg before I rope my fingers through his hair and force him to look at me.
“Harder,” I instruct and he follows my direction without pause. “You like when I tell you what to do? You like it when I boss you around?” When he only nods, I pull his hair harder. “Use your words, love.”
