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“Adele?” I repeat, a little confused.
“Yeah. It’s a ways down the playlist. Meanwhile, I’m going upstairs to prep for you. When Adele starts singing, then you come upstairs. You still don’t have to do a thing you don’t want to. But just consider it.”
Then he turns up the music and turns to leave. “Oh, and make a pot of coffee. For after.” Then he goes.
Kieran
I fry up the rest of the French toast, and do a few dishes. But I can barely concentrate.
Maybe Rod knew what this would do to me. Anticipation is a powerful drug. Even if I’m inexperienced, I’m still curious. And horny as fuck.
What’s he doing up there, anyway? He’s probably stroking himself, which is enough to make me crazy. But maybe he’s also got the lube out. His slicked-up fingers are probably thrusting lazily in and out—
I groan uncomfortably. My flannel pants are tented with arousal. I don’t think Adele is anywhere on this playlist. I’ve heard every other musical artist on three continents already, but Adele is behaving like Kyle right now—late, when I need her most.
Finally, she sings the first line of “Hello.” I throw down the dish towel and abandon Adele and the kitchen. I climb the stairs with a thumping heart, slowing my pace as I reach the top. It was only a couple of months ago when I dared Rod to meet me upstairs.
Is it crazy to wonder if his heart was pounding, too? I always assume that he’s more confident than I am about almost everything. But it was hard to miss the plea in his eyes when he said, I want to be that close to you.
So here I am right outside the room where I may or may not fuck a man for the first time. A man I’m totally falling for. No big deal.
I take a shaky breath and step through the doorway. And then I practically swallow my tongue. Rod lies on one hip, hair damp from a recent shower. His bare, golden skin flexes over rippling muscle as he fucks himself with a toy in one hand, his cock in the other.
Good. Lord. I’ve never seen anything so erotic. For a moment I stand like a dummy, the music from downstairs still vibrating through my chest.
He turns his head, watching me watch him. “I’ve always liked putting on a show for you. When you look at me like that? So hot, baby.”
Suddenly, I’m no longer content to watch. I stalk into the room, removing my shirt as I go.
“Yes,” Rod whispers, his eyes hooded. “Show me more.”
My skin flashes with heat as I drop my flannel pants. My gaze is fixated on his cock, so hard and flushed against his palm. I want it in my mouth. So I kick my clothes aside, brace one knee on the bed, and knock his hand away.
“Yes, fuck!” He curses when I swallow him down. His fingers weave into my hair and tug. I love it. I will never get tired of this. And after a few minutes sucking his cock, I’m all worked up and basically humping the bed.
“Kieran,” Roddy grunts. “I’m close. If you ever wanted to fuck me, now would be a good time.” He takes a deep, gasping breath. “Just saying.”
That sounds like a damn good idea all of a sudden. I release him with a pop and sit up, face flushed, cock painfully hard.
“Here,” Rod says, tossing me the lube. “If you want a condom, I can find one.”
I barely hear him. I’m too busy flipping open the tube and drizzling the liquid onto my unbearably hard dick. When I use my hand to spread it around, Rod licks his lips, his clear eyes fixed on the motion of my hand.
And now I realize that hesitating was stupid. I won’t fail at this because I’ve already won some kind of karmic lottery.
“Now,” he grunts, tossing the toy onto the floor, then rolling onto all fours, presenting me with his ass. It’s a vulnerable, trusting position, and I don’t plan to let him down.
Moving into place, I grasp his hips in my hands. And finally I fit the blunt head of my cock against his hole.
Roddy doesn’t want me to go slow. He rocks back, seeking me, his head dropped with expectation. I slide slowly inside the tight grip of his body.
“Fuck yes. Fuck yes,” he chants. “More.”
I can’t rush this, though. It’s too amazing. I watch my cock disappear into my boyfriend’s tight ass, until I bottom out, stunned by the full-body embrace of our joining, and barely able to breathe through my excitement.
“Baby, you feel amazing,” he whispers.
I need a deep, steadying breath before I can move. He feels so fucking good. I pull out slowly, the slickness of the lube making each motion into a sensuous slide. Then I push inside again, tugging his hips back, tightening our connection. Everything is wow. The pleasure is so intense that I can’t help picking up the pace.
