Page 75 of The New Guy
“Are you ready to switch?” he asks.
“Fuck no,” I snarl. “You have to finish what you started. Fuck me already.”
He lifts his head quickly, his hand retreating, and I growl at the loss. “Wait, what?”
“You heard me.”
Confusion flashes through those sexy eyes. “That wasn’t the plan,” he says slowly. “This was supposed to be a demonstration.”
“Yeah, a real good one. And plans change. Unless you hate the idea,” I add, trying to sound like less of a dick.
But I really wanthisdick.
He blinks. Then he reaches for one of those wipes on the bedside table and cleans his hands, a thoughtful expression on his face. “You’resure.”
“Do I look unsure?” I growl, my hand stroking my engorged cock. My balls are hard as boulders.
“Not really.” He smiles. “But you are a study in contrasts.”
“Whatever,” I growl. “Fuck now, study later.” Then I sit up and grab the package of condoms off the bedside table and rip it in two. I grab one off the strip and pop the packet open.
Gavin takes it from me, and I watch as he slips it over the head of his dick, and then rolls it down. The muscles in his arm flex in the candlelight, and I just want to devour him. “How do you want it?” he asks. “I bet you have big opinions on that, too.”
He’s not wrong. My mind is like the menu page on a porn site. “Sure, I want very specific things from you. Like, a hundred of them. Where do I even start?”
Gavin tosses the pillows off the bed, except for one, which he props against the metal headboard. Then he leans back against it. “Come here. Straddle me.”
I like it. Two seconds later I’m kneeling over him, while he squirts the lube all over himself and then lines his cock up at my entrance. This is it. No hesitation. I grab the headboard with two hands and bear down on him.
“Easy,” he whispers. “Breathe.”
But I don’t care about easy. I feel raw and reckless. For once in my life, I just want to act without thinking about the consequences. And in this moment, that means sliding the blunt, oversized head of his cock into my ass, and enjoying the burn.
“Slow,” he orders.
Yeah, no. My body suddenly gives up the fight and welcomes him inside. And I slide all the way down his cock and bottom out.
Now it’s Gavin who’s suddenly cursing and gripping my thighs with white-knuckled hands. “Fuck yes. Fuck,” he babbles.
His cheeks are stained red as he lifts his chin and gapes up at me in wonder, and we both pant through the most intimate moment of my entire life.
“Go slow,” he whispers.
“Why?” I demand. Then I dip my chin and give him the dirtiest, wettest kiss I can manage from this angle. “I’m fine.”
He groans, and then leans back against the pillow, his face red, his pupils blown. “Goslow, or I’m going to blow before you’re ready. There’s only so much of this bossy hot bottom act a guy can take without shooting.”
“Oh.” I let go of the headboard and run my hands all over his fevered chest. “I thought you were a pro at this.” I tweak his nipple and he moans. I lean in and put my tongue in his ear, and he gasps.
Screw the consequences. I can’t stop. This is the most alive I’ve ever felt. I grab his chin in one hand and kiss the living hell out of him, plundering his mouth with my tongue.
He retaliates, though. He sucks on my tongue, and then fits a hand over my cock. Just one stroke, and I feel it everywhere. My nipples tighten and my back breaks out in a sweat.
I pull away from our kiss and grasp the headboard again, rocking cautiously onto my knees, experimenting with a slow thrust up and down his cock.
“Yeah,” he hisses. “Find it. Hit your spot.”
I’m so full of him, and it’s so odd. But when I flex my hips a few degrees, I find a zing of that deep, otherworldly pleasure he’d shown me before. So I chase it, picking up the pace. The burn recedes. There’s only fullness and slickness and drugging pleasure.
