Page 36 of Heart Me Up
When we entered the bedroom, I pointed at the door to the en suite bathroom. “I’ve got a spare toothbrush in the drawer by the sink.” Who said romance is dead?
As Foster headed in that direction, I gasped. “Wait!” He paused, and I dashed in front of him, running into the bathroom to scoop the last three or four days’ worth of dirty clothes off the floor in the corner. Then I grabbed the two empty coffee mugs from the countertop.
“Okay, you can come in now.” Hey, at least it was clean underneath the mess. Foster chuckled and did his business while I hustled to the closet and dumped the clothes into the hamper. After checking to make sure the coffee mugs were dry, I shrugged and tossed them in too.
When I came back into the bathroom, I gave Foster the extra toothbrush I’d gotten at the dentist. In my younger days I’d kept a stash of them for hookups, but since Drew I’d been celibate, so I’d used up my stock of spares except for this one.
We shared the sink, but Foster was one of those people who brushed their teeth thoroughly, unlike my more casual thirty-seconds-and-I’m-done method. While I waited for Foster to finish, I did my best to torment him, standing where he could watch me in the mirror and getting undressed slooooowly. At last he rinsed out his mouth, dried his hands off and turned to grab me.
“Ah ah,” I danced out of his reach. “You can’t play until you take your clothes off.”
“Wanna bet?” He lunged at me, and I laughed as I tried to evade him by running around the bed. But his legs were longer than mine, and he caught me. He picked me up from behind and turned, falling back onto the bed and pulling me with him.
I wasted no time flipping myself over and draping my naked body over his clothed one. Fuck, why was that so hot? He ran his hands down my back, and I nestled into him, letting gravity mold us together. I was probably staining his jeans with my precome, but too bad. He was the one who hadn’t gotten undressed, and I was on the edge, so ready to have sex with someone else, withFoster, after my long dry spell.
Foster stroked down my ass, then gripped my cheeks, simultaneously spreading them apart and using them to pull my body up his torso so our mouths could meet. My dick dragged along Foster’s clothes, and I gasped at the friction. As soon as I could reach him, I dove into a kiss. Our tongues fought, and something about the heat of his mouth combined with the taste and smell of the toothpaste added another layer of sensation, driving me to dizzying levels of arousal.
I writhed on top of him, rubbing my thighs and calves up and down his denim-clad legs. Dying to touch his skin, I snaked my hands under his shirt to push it up out of the way, so I could get the button of his jeans open. Losing patience, I sat up and tugged at his clothes until he helped me remove them.
When he was finally naked, I shoved him back to the bed and spent a solid minute rubbing my entire body all over him, relishing the feel of his crisp hair and warm skin. Was I a little touch-starved? Possibly. Foster didn’t act like he cared.
He let me rub against him like a cat in heat while we made out, but his hands weren’t idle. No, they were everywhere. Stroking my back, running under my thighs and along my ribs, kneading my ass. But he avoided my dick. Which was fine, because our height difference meant when our mouths were joined the head of his cock was right at my balls. Fuck. I opened my legs, and he brought his knees up behind my ass. I moaned into his mouth, “God, I want you so bad.”
“Yeah? Like here?” His hands swept into my crease. His fingers skimmed my hole, and I bucked my body between his touch and the hot slide of our cocks rubbing together.
“Shit, I’ll come if you keep doing that.” Foster pulled his hands away from my hole and gripped my hips to still my rutting body.
We were panting almost in sync. “How far do you want to go tonight?” he asked. I pushed up a little to get some space between us.
“I want you inside me.”
“Mmm, yes.” His eyes bored into mine as he took my mouth again in a blistering kiss.
I pulled back one more time. “If we keep doing this, how would you feel about us getting tested so we can go bare?” I froze. Maybe I was pushing too hard, too fast. Maybe Foster wasn't ready, or he wasn’t on the same page as me.
As these thoughts were flying through my brain, getting themselves organized for a gigantic stress spiral, Foster pulled me against him. “Just say when,” he rumbled, then he rolled us over so he was on top.
Sitting up, he ran his palms down my body, ending with my balls cupped in both his hands. He pressed the tips of his fingers against my perinium and did something to the base of my dick with his thumbs thatholy shit.I curled up and clenched my hands around his forearms. “Stop or we won’t get any further than this,” I gritted out.
He snickered and asked, “Lube and condoms?” I flapped my hand toward the nightstand. He reached over and pulled the drawer open without having to move off me or scooch to the side of the bed like I would’ve. I sighed, falling limply into the mattress. Tall people had it so easy.
I admired Foster’s lean physique as he busied himself suiting up. He had some nice tattoos, but the only scar I could find was on his arm, where he’d been shot. I reached up and rubbed my fingers over it. He’d been lucky. I mentally shook my head. There’d be time to think about that later.
I explored down his abs and his thighs. I admired, but did not touch, his cock. Even through the condom, I could see I’d been right about the vein on the underside being prominent. Hopefully he’d be sensitive there. I loved licking up a cock before taking it into my mouth.
I’d gotten so distracted exploring Foster and imagining blowing him that he startled me when he pushed at my legs. Right.Pay attention, Craig. The good stuff’s about to happen.
After he squirted lube down my crack, Foster smiled. “I feel like I should say something romantic here, but my brain’s a little offline right now,” he told me.
“I’ve got something romantic to say.”
“Yeah? What is it?” He kept his eyes on my face but started running his finger around my hole.
“Put your fucking finger in my ass right the fuck now.”
Foster laughed, but wasted no time pushing in, his gaze focused on mine. I sucked in a breath and moaned at the sensations of the intrusion.
“You ready for two?” he asked. I nodded mutely, pinned by his molten gaze. He didn’t blink as he pressed a second finger inside me. I’d done this hundreds of times with other people, but that had been years ago. I didn’t know if it was because I’d been celibate so long or what, but Foster stretching me seemed unusually intimate, and I felt so unexpectedly vulnerable and emotional I had to close my eyes.
