Page 23 of A Really Gay Book
“You mean ride someone down the mountain to safety? No,” I snapped. “I haven’t. Before now, I was a virgin.”
“Apple…” Adam’s face went soft and sweet, and he took me by the arms and pulled me down so I was flat on top of him again. I fought him because my asshole was still pissed at him, but I got tucked up against his chest whether I wanted to be there or not.
Spoiler: I wanted to be there. But I was going to require reparations before admitting it.
“I’m sorry, Apple. I shouldn’t have assumed. Everything I thought I knew about you has been wrong, so I should have known this one was too.” The grouchiness was gone from his voice, and there was nothing but apology left in its place. Adam flipped me over onto my back and pulled my hips up. Then he placed a soft kiss on my hole and whispered, “I’m sorry.” He licked a hot stripe over it. “Please forgive me.”
Then he proceeded to tongue fuck it until I saw stars and ruined more couch cushions. I suppose I’ll need a new couch now. I’ll have to bronze this one though. It was going to be my emotional support couch from now on. I could take it to job interviews.
“This is so much better than roses,” I whispered when I got my breath back. “You are going to be a wonderful husband. My ass forgives you and says you can come aboard anytime you want to.”
Adam took me at my word and slid his huge fucking dick back inside me. He tried to put on a condom before he did, but chucked it when I said, “If you don’t need it, I don’t need it.” Dumb? Maybe, but mutual virginity was enough for me, and informed consent was what mattered.
There were no words (not coherent ones, anyway.) after that for a long time.
Yep. Definitely going to be bronzing my new emotional support couch.
* * *
Pillow talk revealed that my intense prepping had made Adam think I was far more of a pro than I was.
When Adam heard I’d been fucking myself with a dildo as often as I could in the hopes of getting a shot at the real thing, he was ready to climb back aboard the Apple train, but he stopped when he saw how puffy and swollen I’d gotten down there. It was a full stop for him, if not for me, and I had to cuddle him extra hard so he wouldn’t feel bad about giving me exactly what I’d been begging him to.
We stayed in my secret hideout until we both realized my emotional support couch was far too small to keep Adam from developing spine issues during an extended cuddle session.
“Time to go home, I think,” I announced as we got dressed. The process took forever because I kept kissing Adam on every spot he tried to cover, which made him kiss me back, and then we got close to fucking again, but neither Adam nor my asshole were having it.
It never got sore when I played with toys, so I decided it was probably Adam’s bad luck making me less durable than I was used to. I wasn’t planning on ever mentioning that to him.
My new durability problem might be the only thing I’d regret in the luck tradeoff. Because being able to ride Adam for hours at a time would be glorious. Maybe I could work up to it if I gave our mutual luck a good talking to.
“You’re going home?” Adam’s normally deep voice took on a note of childlike hurt. “Okay…that makes sense. You probably have a lot to do.” He didn’t sound okay at all, and his eyes had taken on the obsessive glint they’d had before he’d fucked me stupid.
“Our home, Adam. You know, the one you physically threw me out of the other day?”
“Ourhome?” The glint wavered like he wasn’t sure he could trust my words.
“Yes, our home. And you’re going to have to physically carry me back in for me to forgive you for chucking me out like I was a door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman.” I held my arms up in apick me upway.
Adam backpedaled swiftly, avoiding my hands. “I’ll drop you. Somewhere terrible like a dumpster or a busy street.” He sounded like he’d been asked to throw a baby out of a window.
“I don’t know, Adam. I survived the certain death of sex with you with flying colors. I’m willing to risk using you as my horsie.”
I kept my arms in the air and wiggled my fingers. He wasn’t getting out of this. Project Backpack was happening as of now. But, like, a front-facing backpack for today. I wasn’t done with being smooshed against that un-fucking-real chest of his. How was it hard and soft at the same time?
Lucky, lucky me, I guess.
Women’s tits did nothing for me, but men’s tits? Gimme. And Adam had one hell of a pair.
Adam took a slow step toward me and then another. It was good to see he couldn’t resist Apple cuddles even when my luck was dialed back a notch.
“You want to live with me?” He asked uncertainly.
“I already live with you, silly man. You just haven’t realized it yet.” I gave a big hop, and Adam took the cue and caught me, swinging my legs up and putting me in a princess hold. “You’re mine, Adam. There’s no getting away from me now.”
Adam’s answering smile was small, but it seared itself into my soul. “You called me your husband earlier.”
“Yes, we’re getting married in three days. It’s the soonest the state will allow after we file the paperwork today.” I’d done all the research necessary. “Do you want a member of the clergy or a justice of the peace to perform the ceremony?”
