Page 10 of Just Like You
“Oh, so we’re cuddling now,” he spat out, which made me laugh. This man. This ridiculously gorgeous man.
“No, we’re going to fuck,” I countered, not even blinking.
“Are we now?”
The little tease.
“I have no condoms,” I admitted. “Wasn’t thinking I’d get…this lucky.”
“Well, you did. I have supplies.”
Like we were negotiating a deal. Well, we kind of were.
“I assume you bottom.”
“Of course. Who do you think I am? Some shrunken top?”
“Julian.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“So bratty.”
“Not a brat. Fully grown man, and you started this. You’d better finish this, and I goddamn hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Julian, spread your legs, and shut that pretty mouth of yours.”
Oh. He liked that, and I stretched my body upwards so I could give him a little kiss. Then I rolled my eyes as he tried to move underneath me.
Oh. Yes.
I got back up on all fours, instantly missing his body. The warmth. That little smirk on his face as he rolled over and rummaged in the bag that was now wedged in between the wall and bed in this tiny room of his. Similar to mine, no doubt. Small, grotty and noisy, with dark curtains and weird patterned wallpaper. Not that I was paying any attention as he got out a tube of lubricant and a pack of condoms. Ripped one off from the strip and handed it to me like I knew what I was doing.
Self-consciousness overwhelmed me, and he clearly enjoyed lying himself back onto the bed, watching me blush as I ripped the packet open and gave my dick a few good tugs.
Still hard. How could I not be with this absolute feast of a body underneath me?
“You like twinks, no doubt. Young-uns with no sense who will let you split them open and fuck them senseless. I can see that being your thing.”
Oh he was a little shit alright, and I just smirked, picking up the lube. Coating the palm of my hand with a generous amount before smearing it all over the condom.
Yeah, he wasn’t all wrong, but…this…
“Turn around,” I barked.
“Oh.” He grinned. “Not even going to give me some foreplay?”
At least he did as he was told, slowly turning on his side. His upper leg rising up towards his chest, one millimetre at a time. Like he was giving me a little show.
I gave his arse a little swat. Just enough to make that gorgeous skin blush.
He was…hairless. Beautiful. And that cock of his was long and pretty, pointing straight up against his stomach.
A few more tugs, then I grabbed his hips with both hands and turned him fully around as his mouth let out a little squeal. Another slap on his arse.
I had to swallow the liquid that was pooling in my mouth, then let it re-gather before I let a generous amount of spit spill out of my mouth. Landing exactly where I wanted it, at the top of his crack, so I could hold his arse cheeks open and allow the droplet to travel downwards.
That pink little opening twitching like the impatient cock-slut he clearly was. Glistening skin, as his head turned back to watch me.
