Page 57 of Waiting on Life
“Hey now,” he growled, slapping my chest lightly to bring my attention back to him. “Don’t go drifting off just yet.”
“No, never,” I replied, reaching out and stroking a hand over that nipple I’d been attracted to since the day I saw it.
Kyle let loose then, rising up and slamming my cock back inside him. “I gotta do all the work?” he grunted.
“I don’t wanna hurt you,” I said, fearful of what I could do to him.
“You won’t. Trust me, when it comes to sex, I don’t mind a little pain to go with my pleasure.”
Permission given, the next time he started his descent, I snapped my hips up to meet him, the resulting smack of flesh louder than his gasp.
“Yeah, that’s the way. Keep doing that.”
The thought of grabbing him and wrestling him down onto the bed, then fucking him hard swept through my mind, but that wasn’t what I wanted our first time to be. I wanted—needed—Kyle to know that I wasn’t just a bull of a man, that I could do tender as well. Especially since it seemed no one ever gave Kyle that. I grabbed his hips, effectively stopping him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Nothing. You up for a little experimentation?” I wasn’t sure this would work, but I wanted it.
“Sure. What do you have in mind?”
I lifted him off me before I rose from the bed and stepped over to the chair that sat by my window for Waldo to stare out at the world. I took a seat, my cock still painfully hard. I held out a hand, and Kyle took a few steps toward me.
“What are we doing?” he asked, and I could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“Riding lessons aren’t over,” I informed him. I nodded down at my dick. “Mount up, cowboy.”
He seemed hesitant but trusted me enough to stand on the chair above me.
Before he could sit, I reached for his cock and gave it a few strokes, then tugged him closer so I could swirl my tongue around the head. It felt right in my hand, in my mouth. I had to wonder if it would feel right in my ass too.
“Kyle, do you think you’d wanna—?”
“No. Not my thing,” he assured me, obviously understanding what I was going to offer. “I have to say, I’m really grateful that you thought about trying it. Makes you worlds different than—”
“Shut up,” I said softly. “This is our place, our time. Those other people? They no longer matter. The only things we need to concern ourselves with are you, me, and our cocks.”
He chuckled. “You have the soul of a poet, Toby.”
Kyle turned, and I leaned in closer and nipped his left cheek. He snorted as he lowered himself until he hovered less than an inch from my cock. When he continued, it breached him and he hissed.
“Okay, you feel even bigger in this position. Gimme a minute.”
His voice was strained, and I didn’t like that. “We don’t have to—”
“Shut. Up.” He moved lower, each inch punctuated by a muffled “Fuck.” When at last he was fully seated, he leaned back against me and put his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him even closer.
“I love you,” I whispered before I leaned in and kissed his neck.
“You too,” he said quietly, like he was just coming to realize it.
“You doing okay?”
For a few moments, Kyle was quiet. “I think I am,” he said, this time his voice stronger.
“Good. Now, do you think we can get with the fucking?”
The words weren’t what filled my heart, but I needed Kyle to keep his focus. This, for me anyway, was making love. Being in love. Experiencing the realities of love for the first time. And lemme say, they were a lot more intense than I thought they could be.
