Page 28 of Confession
“So?”
“So, Quinn. You’ve sucked this thing.”
“Uh-huh,” he replies distractedly, eyes locked on my dick.
“And you can see this thing.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then you know I’d better open you up before I start fucking you with it.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as his attention gathers. “You’ve been researching.”
“The internet is an amazing place.”
When he grins, clearly delighted by the idea of me researching gay sex, he’s too goddamn beautiful for me to be annoyed that he’s amused at my expense. In fact, it makes me smile back a little.
“If you don’t want me rummaging around in your drawer of toys, pick one for fuck’s sake. You have five seconds. And I’m clean too, by the way, since you didn’t ask.”
“You distracted me,” he complains but pushes to his feet. He digs around in the drawer that I opened. He sets out a bottle of lube then snags a cloth bag. He extracts a black beaded silicone rod with a handle and tosses it on the bed.
I pick it up. Interesting. The beads get progressively larger toward the base. The last few are pretty damn big.
“I would love to watch you play with this.”
“Hell no.”
“We’ll see.”
“Vitali.” He glares at me.
I set the toy aside and stand from the bed. “Take off your pants, Quinn.”
He doesn’t comply. He’s frustrated with my bossiness and feeling stubborn. I have kind of been steamrollering him. But he likes it, even if he kind of hates it too. It gives him something to fight, and that’s what he needs. That’s what so much of this is about. He needs me to dominate him, but he needs it to be real dominance. He’s not going to simply give it to me.
Like I said, he’s perfect for me. And he’s been right in front of me all this time.
I step close and hook my fingers into his waistband. I drag it down slowly, revealing his lower abdomen inch by inch and pulling down his stiff cock. He’s trimmed but not totally stripped of hair like I am. I like it.
I’m sure the sense of novelty will wear off eventually, but it’s very strong right now. I’m highly, highly aware of how verymalehis body is. Especially as the waistband drags along the stiff, veiny length of his cock.
He’s breathing hard, making all kinds of delicious little sounds. My own dick is twitching and leaking, desperate forcontact, but I deny it. Right now, all I want to focus on is every new inch of Quinn’s cock. He’s cut like me, big, straight. He’s so damn hard.
When I get to his flared tip, he cries out at the abrasion. His stomach contracts, pulling his dick free of the waistband and making it slap up against his belly.
I shove his pants down the rest of the way and push him onto the bed. His feet are tangled in the sweats so he mostly falls. I use the moment of him disentangling himself to grab the lube and get myself behind him. I pump some lube onto my fingers. By then, he’s starting to think about fighting me because he’s very annoyed, so I smash his face onto the bed, shove his legs apart, and start massaging his hole.
He jerks, startled. “Fuck!”
“You’re fine.”
“You’re a dick.”
“You already knew that.”
He huffs.
I ignore his bad attitude because I want to focus on his ass. Again, maybe it’s the novelty, but I fucking love this. My god, the shape of him. All that work on the leg press plus all his hip thrusts and squats have given his legs and ass the most irresistibly firm curves. And something about parting his cheeks like this to massage that tight, puckered hole has my dick dripping. A lot of my arousal comes from the fact that I do genuinely like his body, but some of it comes from the fact that I love that this is Quinn. I love that I’m getting to touch him like this. I push my finger inside him.
