Page 53 of Shades of Henry
Lance’s bare body over his own stilled his fumbling tongue. His fingers, however, were still active, and he produced the condoms and lubricant with an air of exasperated triumph.
“Who’s been having sex on the couch?” he asked as Lance ran his lips down the back of his neck. “Besides us, I mean.”
Lance chuckled softly, his breath hot and gentle on the curve of Henry’s ear. “We’re the only ones we need to worry about tonight,” he murmured. “Me on top, you on bottom?”
Henry made a “Mm…” sound. “Only way I know how to do it,” he admitted, in case Lance had “Henry the caveman” fantasies.
“We can fix that,” Lance murmured. “Iloveto bottom.”
Henry turned and caught his mouth, getting lost in the kiss again. “No new skills tonight,” he mumbled. “Everybody plays to their strengths.”
“Trust me,” Lance told him, a wicked grin stealing across his features. “I… God, Henry. I want you so bad.”
Henry shuddered and allowed himself to be helped onto the couch on his back, one foot on the ground and one knee propped up. He turned to Lance with wide, skeptical eyes. “You gonna feed me grapes?” he asked, but then he saw what Lance was doing.
Lance’s head was resting on the side of the couch near Henry’s hip, and his hand was behind his back and he was… he was….
He moaned slightly and then pulled his hand forward, wiping it off on the T-shirt one of them had left on the floor. The eyes he turned toward Henry were wide and glazed, and Henry realized Lance had been stretching his own asshole with lubricated fingers, and gasped.
His cock throbbed against his stomach, and he closed his eyes, only to open them again when Lance’s mouth—God, so fucking hot—closed over him.
“Ahhhh….”
Lance’s mouth engulfed him again, and Henry turned and bit his upper arm to keep from crying out. “I’m… oh wow. Buddy, I’m gonna come if you do that much longer.”
Lance pulled back and gazed at his face through passion-blown pupils. “Someday. Someday, it’s going to be my mouth on your cock, all day long. Nothing but dick. But not tonight.”
Henry let out a stuttered breath. “You do talk sweet.”
Lance gave a strained chuckle and snagged the condom from next to Henry, then ripped through the foil before slipping it over Henry’s cock with practiced ease. Henry swallowed and stroked himself through the thin polyisoprene. “That’s different,” he murmured. “I don’t usually wear one of these.” Because usually it was him, hoping Mal had brought the lubricated ones this time.
“Yeah?” Lance stood and swung his leg around, straddling Henry. “Wait until you see this!” For just a moment there was the heady knowledge of his nakedness up against Henry’s groin, bare skin to bare skin, and Henry stared at him, wondering exactly how this was going to work.
And then Lance positioned Henry’s cock right at his own entrance, and the lightbulb that had been waiting to go off in Henry’s head exploded.
“Oh! My God!”
Lance’s smile was dreamy, pure sex. “Omigod. Omigod omigod omigod….” He gasped as Henry’s cockhead stretched through his opening, and then suddenly Henry was inside him, and… oh Christ. Henry had to close his eyes against the orgasm that battered at his balls.
“I’m fucking you?” he asked in surprise, arching his hips up slowly and finishing the last few inches himself.
“That would be great, thank you,” Lance said in a strained voice.
Henry grabbed Lance’s hips, the flesh smooth and thick under his fingers and palms, and held him. He knew how this was supposed to work—just because he’d spent most of his sex time bent over something or on all fours didn’t mean he didn’t get the mechanics.
And Lance wasn’t bent over, his ass out in supplication. He was facing Henry, his hands kneading Henry’s chest, his beautiful face tipped up so Henry could see pleasure washing over it. Henry clenched his stomach and released, thrusting up and pulling back gently, easily, giving pleasure instead of only taking it.
Oh wow. Wow. Was this what sex was? Was it supposed to be this gorgeous?
Lance’s cock, erect and straining, splatted against Henry’s stomach and he got a good look at it for the first time.
“Oh, man!” Henry released Lance’s hip to stroke it, to revel in the feel of it in his palm again, to pull back the foreskin and yearn to taste. He was good at the blowjob—he’d had to be because Mal didn’t do patience—but he’d never really wanted to savor giving one. His memories of blowjobs were more “Mal’s too tired to put a condom on, so Henry, c’mere and suck this thing, ’kay?” It was how he’d gotten so good at them—he’d been tired too.
But not now. Now he wanted this thing, this lovely column of flesh, in his mouth. He squeezed, and Lance’s asshole tightened on his cock. Henry moaned and stroked some more, trying to find a rhythm between his hips and his hand. Lance gave a strained chuckle and wrapped his fingers around Henry’s.
“Let me help,” he whispered. “This sort of thing takes practice.”
Henry closed his eyes against the burning behind them. “It’s so good. So much better….”Than I ever knew it could be.
