Page 59 of Signed, I'm Yours!
He doesn’t hesitate to let me in, though, or to continue moaning in my mouth as if we’re about to witness his second coming.
And just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, he grabs me by the arms, throws me down on the mattress, and goes down on me like an experienced gay. He doesn’t even hesitate when my cock dances in front of his face. He simply smiles and goes to town. I guess always being happy has its advantages. And I’m about to experience them in their entirety.
“That’s it, Jack. Keep doing…that,” I encourage him when he falls into a rhythm.
He obeys like a good lover boy.
“If you want to slide a finger up my ass, I wouldn’t be opposed. Hell, I’m feeling generous. Make it two.”
He doesn’t object. He takes the lube off my hands and covers my asshole in it before pressing two fingers against my pucker and sliding them inside.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” I readjust my head on the pillow so I can have a better view of his virgin mouth sucking on his first cock, and I have to admit, he looks good down there.
“I know it’s wishful thinking, but if you feel like nutting inside me?—”
“Let me guess. You wouldn’t be opposed?” He lets go of my cock with a pop and looks up at me.
I shake my head.
“All righty then.” He sits up, and my ass feels empty for a moment when his fingers slide out, but then something bigger, thicker, and hotter slides in, and I shut my mouth.
“Oh my God!” he groans as he buries himself deeper in me. Slowly.
I, on the other hand, don’t say anything. Not that I could, anyway. Whatever words were in my brain were pushed out the minute he filled me with his man meat, and I can only watch him fuck me like a gentleman.
He’s so fucking hot when he’s inside me. He’s so fucking hot when he grabs my thighs for support, and he’s even fucking hotter when he’s breathlessly grimacing and emptying his seed inside me. Which is why I come with barely a touch, and I can only sit back and enjoy the feeling of bliss overwhelming every inch of my body.
“That was—” he mumbles when he collapses on top of me.
I don’t let him finish. I grab him by the back of the neck and kiss him. Is it bad I never want this moment to end? Is it terrible that I want to spend the rest of the night with him inside me, coming over and over again and kissing his gorgeous mouth?
So much for using him. More like I let him use me. Oh well, I can’t even feel bad about that because it’s way too good. I just…I can only hope this enchantment will soon end because one more night, one more hour, one more second with him like this, and I may do something silly, like fall in love with a good guy.
No, scratch that.
Fall in love with the best guy.
I can’t fall in love with him. Most definitely, I can’t. If there’s one thing I’m certain of is that I can’t let this happen.
But then he lies next to me, holding me in his arms as he falls to sleep, and I can’t stop staring at him or breathing him in, and I think, maybe, I’m too late. Maybe I’ve already fallen.
Oh balls!
“Seojun! You did it again!”he shouts behind me, and I jump, clutching my heart and trying to breathe.
“You startled me!” I throw him a dishcloth, and as he catches it, I realize he’s wearing his birthday suit. “Wh-what did I do?” I ask, although it’s hard to concentrate on talking when I’ve got a naked bear in my kitchen.
“You left the room without me!” he says as if he’s confused about how I don’t know already. “Do you seriously not feel the pain?”
Oops.
“Sorry. I told you I’m groggy in the mornings.”
He winces and looks me up and down. Unlike him, I’m not naked. I’m back in my pink silk pajamas, but I wish I wasn’t.
Would he even want a round…seventy-three, or whatever we’re on, in broad daylight? Because most “straight” boys turn back to pigs when the sun comes up, just like Cinderella’s carriage turns into a pumpkin, only less palatable.
“You should see a doctor about that.”
