Page 80 of The Legend Next Door
I stumble to my bedside cabinet and open the top drawer. There’s a box of condoms, unopened, next to the bottle of lube. I bought them a week ago when I went to the pharmacy. I’m kind of amazed by my foresight.
“Condom,” I slur. “D’you want me to use one?”
“I’m negative,” he mumbles, ass still in the air.
“So am I.” He gurgles and nods and his lips turn up in a lax smile. “D’you want me to breed you, baby?” He nods drunkenly. “Want me to paint your insides?”
He nods again, half of his face still glued to the mattress, head loose on its hinges. His voice is a quiet, faraway, wispy thing, but it lands with the force of a stun gun.
“Shoot it so deep I can taste it, Captain.”
Right.
Okay then.
I wipe my brow and then my top lip, mopping tiny beads of sweat in a way I’m sure would look frantic to the casual observer. And it is. I need to get this boy fucked before he fucks me up.
My hands shake as I struggle with the lid of the lube. I spread a good amount over three fingers and dab a little on his hole. He grunts and purrs when I do, and I almost lose course and start eating him again.
No.
No.
Prep.
Dick.
Fuck now. Eat later.
My pointer slides into him like a coin slotting into a machine. A perfect, snug, made-to-measure fit. A sweet, gentle kiss. A soft suck as he pulls me in. I count to ten as slowly as I can as my dick screams at me to go faster.
Eight…Nine…T…
My second finger is inside him now too. It looks good. Two fingers look better in him than one. They pry him open more. His star is smoothed out. Stressed just a little. Tiny lines that usually fan out are invisible now. It sounds better too. Two fingers make him mewl the way I like. All squeaky and squirmy like a kitten that’s about to start hissing.
Three fingers make him hiss.
Three make him cuss.
Three make him beg.
“I’m ready. Ben. Please. Fuck. I’m ready.”
Thank God.I mean it. Thank God because I can’t wait a single fucking second longer.
“D’you want this?” I have my dick in my hand, though I’m being careful not to touch it more than I need to. His neck is craned, only one side of his face visible. A single, hooded eye trained keenly on me.
“Ngg.”
“Are you going to be good and take all this for me?”
“Nn…gonna try.”
Fuck. He’s sweet.
I withdraw my fingers and admire the sight before me. Jeremiah’s ass is glistening with lube, shining and spread open. Pink. Presented for use. For pleasure. My pleasure. And his.
I want to draw out this moment until his mind bends. I know it’s important to him. He told me weeks ago, when all this started, that he loves this moment. It matters to him. He loves waiting, knowing what’s coming.
