Page 47 of Big Rucking Disaster

“The what?”

“Time between going off and being able to go again.”

“Ah.” He rubbed his stubbled chin against my shoulder blade. “I probably knew that, but all this sex talk has me horny.”

I almost made a joke about him always being horny. Except that just wasn’t true. Despite his reputation, I’d seen him putso many other important, and unimportant, things before sex. I pressed my ass back against him. “You up for this?”

“Yep.” Said with enthusiasm and pep.

“You think about how you want it?”

He stilled. “For this first time?”

“Yep.” Repeating his word.

“Can I, uh, make love to you? I want to try it the other way—oh God, I really do—but I haven’t, uh, and uh…”

I loved both his inarticulateness as well as the fact he’d never done anal before. That brought a specialness to this. An intimacy I had only dreamed of. “I’d love for you to make love to me.”Instead of saying fucking…because I want more from you.

“Cool.” He kept a firm grasp on me. “So, how does this work?”

I smiled to myself. “Uh, you stick your cock—”

He squeezed my cock.

I yelped. Then chuckled. “There’s lube, condoms, and all that stuff involved.”

He snorted. “I know that. I need to get tested. Repeatedly. I might’ve been faithful, but I’m not convinced she was.”

Ouch.

“I meant…positions.” He cleared his throat.

He’s probably blushing. So cute.

We were still shrouded in darkness with just a bit of morning light poking through the blinds. “Are you comfortable facing me?”

“Uh…yeah…”

“Then I either lie on my back or I ride you.” I bit my lower lip, waiting for his reaction.

“I can look in your eyes? See how you’re doing?”

“Yes.”

“Then I choose that option.” He pressed another kiss to my shoulder. “But I gotta piss, and I really want to brush my teeth. For our first time.”

Our first time. God, I liked the sound of that. “I’ll do the same.”

He leapt out of bed while I did a roll and landed with my feet on the floor. Going to bed naked—and inviting him to join me naked—had been a risk. But our relationship had reached that level of intimacy. Sure, we could’ve fucked our way through the week. Waiting, though, sweetened everything. We’d had glances and innuendo, but no actual contact. Almost to see if what we had was real or not.

I shuffled to the bathroom, pissed, and brushed my teeth. Coffee might not taste so good when I drank it later, but I didn’t give a shit. I splashed cold water on my face, noted the couple of silver whiskers, pushed that thought aside, and headed to the bedroom.

To find Johnnie on the bed rolling a condom on his length.

“Eager?”

He grinned. “I got hard as soon as I came in. I sniffed your pillow and wow, instant boner.”

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