Page 79 of Winging It with You

“Yes, sir,” he says playfully, and I love it. Theo expertly slides out of his shorts and briefs, and it’s my turn to explore his body with wandering hands. I love the feel of his soft hair as I trace the lines where his glorious ass meets his legs, and when I roam around his hips, finally taking his cock, its heaviness makes my eyes roll back into my skull.

Pulling him toward me, I wrap my legs around his waist, positioning his dick exactly where I need it. Theo rolls his hips, sliding himself repeatedly against my hole. His lips are urgent against mine, the desire, need, and impatience he’s so clearly feeling matching my own.

He’s pressing against me now. Hard and firm, his intent so deliriously direct. I can feel myself open for him. Just slightly at first, but the more he slides and presses against me, the more I feel the arousal taking over, my body demanding what it wants.

Breaking our kiss for the first time in what feels like an eternity, Theo’s face hovers just a breath above mine. His breathing is ragged, his eyes brimming with heat, and he’s so damn stunning in this moment I pray that time itself stops just so I can savor this moment forever. Ever so slowly, he brings a tender hand to my face, a question lingering behind his stare, one that every gay man knows so well.

Are we doing this? Or…

I nod my head, knowing words aren’t necessary for either of us right now. Theo’s a smart man—there’s nothing subtle about what I, or my body, so clearly wants as I’m grinding into him.

“Stay here,” he whispers, practically leaping off the bed. I instantly crave his warmth again, the eagerness behind his every touch, the sweetness of his kiss.

But he doesn’t leave me wanting for too long.

Theo comes jogging back from our hotel bathroom, naked, hard and on full display just for me, every bit more delicious than I could have ever imagined. I sit up on my elbows, fully appreciating every detail of his body. His strong, powerful thighs. His tapered waist and broad, freckled shoulders. His long arms that I’d give just about anything to have around me like a vise. And that cock…

He nearly dives back onto the bed, claiming his place on top of me, and places a bottle of lube and a condom in my hand—an invitation and a choice, one I already know the answer to.

“I’m on PrEP…and get tested regularly,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear between searing kisses.

“Uh, I know.”

He lifts himself onto his elbows, hair wild and an eyebrow raised as he peers over me. “You do?”

“Yeah, um, I may or may not have…” I say, tugging his neck toward me, bringing his lips back to mine, hoping my needy kisses will soften the blow of my nosiness, “snooped through your toiletry bag that first night in the hotel.” Thinking back to Theo’s PrEP prescription bottle in his open toiletry bag—and the matching one in mine—the choice is clear. I need to feelhim. All of him.

“Is that so?” he asks, his smile evident against my parted lips.

“Oops,” I murmur, letting the slick liquid glide over my fingertips. Theo’s watching with patient eyes and when I reach down, coating every inch of him with smooth lube, his eyes burn even brighter.

He presses his forehead to mine when I secure my legs around his waist.

“You sure?” he whispers, his lips parted, the rise and fall of our chests increasing with each passing second.

Ignoring him, I reach around, grabbing a handful of his muscular ass—which will get its moment of appreciation at another time—and pull him toward me.

Pull him into me.

I wince at the sudden fullness and the way he stretches me as I get used to him.

“Right there,” I pant, holding him in place. “Just stay right there for a second.”

He stills, giving me every ounce of control. I need to take him slowly, something Theo clearly understands as he watches with cautious eyes.

“Kiss me,” I plead, wrapping one arm around his back and the other around his neck, pulling myself closer to him.

And he does.

Each brush of his lips eases the momentary tension created from finally having him inside me. It’s too much and somehow, despite the burn and ache, not nearly enough. His cock is just the right length and thickness—not too big that it’s painfully overwhelming, and with a slight upward curve that I know is going to hit me in all the right places.

“You okay?” he asks quietly against my ear. I nod, and when Theo starts to really move, each thrust unhurried and deliberate, filled with a considerate gentleness that’s more of a rarity these days, I begin to unravel around him.

“You feel so damn incredible,” he says, his breathing ragged as he starts to glide deeper into me.

I can feel Theo’s hungry eyes taking in every second of thismoment. Every move my body makes, every sound that escapes my lips. It’s as if he’s trying to discover what makes me come undone.

He’ll always be the same charming Theo I met in the airport bar.

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