“As you can see, I came prepared.” He held up the condoms and lube. “The preparation we require for today.” Then he waved the dildo. “And the preparation I’ve been pursuing in the privacy of my own bed.”
“What? Wait. Don’t you room with Dobbs?”
He grinned. “Yes. But he’s been off performing carnal acts with Jesse. Also, he’s a heavy sleeper, and I’ve mastered the art of silent insertion.”
I couldn’t help it. I pictured Sean sneaking a bright pink dildo under the covers and waiting for Dobbs to be asleep before trying to get the thing into him. The contortions had to be extreme. I laughed.
His expression got super Sean serious. “Please, Bubba, I’m tired of waiting. Your solicitous behavior is admirable, but enough is enough. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, and I want to experience the last step with you. Only with you.”
Hell, how could a guy argue with that kind of persuasion? My heart pounded hard. “We’ll have to be careful.”
“Yes!” Sean grinned and set his glasses on the small nightstand. “So clothing removal is now required. I propose you do you, and I’ll do me in the interests of time and my exploding penis, but if you strongly prefer, I can undress you. Only choose quickly!”
I blew out a short breath. Wow. Sean was always a bossy devil, but he’d never applied that dominance to the bedroom quite so forcefully before, and the impact on my cock could be measured in inches. I started undressing.
It took me longer to get naked than Sean would’ve liked, but I kept getting stuck staring at emerging fields of cuteness. He pulled his orange T-shirt over his head with his back to me, and I got to admire the nice vee his body made. Next, he sat on my bed and took off his shoes and socks and tucked them underneath the bedframe all neatly. Then he stood and pulled down his jeans in one move, all the way to the floor. Super flexible. Whew. But when he stood, I got to see the hottest pair of pink bikini pants with his long, slim dick sticking out of the top.
I gaped. “Where the hell did you get those?”
He folded his hands behind his neck brace and posed. “Amazon delivers.” Laughing, he pulled them off and left his cock bouncing in air. Mouth-watering.
I was bare-assed in seconds and matching him boner for boner.
A slow, sexy smile played around his mouth as he said, “Lie down, Bubba.”
“Uh, shouldn’t you go first? I was thinking if you’re on your side, I can be real gentle coming in from behind.”
“Sorry, no. Trust me. Lie down.”
“On my back?”
He snorted. “Access will be complex if you lie on your stomach.”
“You’re so bossy, I thought you might be planning to tie me up.”
“Maybe next time.” He smiled big.
Whoa. My heart beat so hard I could hear it like the ocean in my ears. I sat on the bed, scooted back so my head was on the pillow—the decorative pillow—and then just lay there, my dick lying like a fallen over flagpole on my belly.
He reached for the lube.
I held up a hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.”
For the first time, he looked a little unsure. “Did I do it wrong?”
“No, sweetheart, you did everything right, but I want to kiss you.”
With a big smile, he crawled up the bed toward me on his knees. I chuckled, and he made a face. “Do I look funny?”
“Sort of like a cat in a plastic cone.”
He reached up, touched the neck brace, and laughed. “To keep me from licking my balls?” Then he stretched out on top of me and stared into my face. “I love you so much.”
“You do?” My heart expanded to fill the whole room.
“Everyone in my life has always been so serious about everything. I love that we laugh together.” He tangled his fingers in my chest hair. “I think we were made for each other—in a quantum sense.”
“Oh? You don’t expect me to get that, right?”
“No. I expect you to kiss me.” His lips dropped to mine, my hands slid into his silky hair, and the warmth and sweetness of Sean flowed in my veins.
When we pulled apart, I teased, “You fill me up like my own personal gas pump.”
“Umm, I like that analogy. You shall be my replacement for fossil fuels.” He grinned. “I have something else that’s filled up.” He pointed down toward the lump I could feel poking into my stomach. “Can I get the lube now?”
I nodded.
He grabbed it, and I took it from his hands. “Why don’t you let me do this?”
A little pink touched his cheeks, but he nodded and turned around so he was facing my feet, his adorable tight butt pointed right at me.
I squeezed a little of the sticky stuff in one palm and scooped it on my index finger. “Ready?”
“Oh yes.” He gave a little wiggle.
Gently, I slipped my big finger into the little rosette that looked much too small for it, but amazingly, it slid right in, all warm and soft. “You’re not kidding about that dildo.”
“Of course not. One must use the tools one has—ohhh. Dear God, that feels so good.” He leaned forward and rested his forehead on the bed, offering up his ass like my own reward. “More please.”
I chuckled and scooped a bit more lube, on two fingers this time, and slid them in. Then out. Then back in.
“Oh yes, that’s it.” His breath came in gasps, and he pushed his hips back against my fingers.
I was taking deep breaths, trying not to go too fast, but my body wasn’t listening very well. The idea that no one had ever been in there except me and a pink dildo lit me on fire, and I wanted to grab his dick and crank him until he came again and again.
He must have had the same idea. “Enough. I believe friction is a prerequisite for good sex, so we’d better not over-slick the channel.”
I would have laughed, because only Sean would say something like that, but I was way too anxious to move on to whatever my feisty little guy had in mind.
He pulled his leg over me and carefully turned, then straddled me again, but this time with my dick measuring the space in front of him. With a little smile, he leaned over, picked up my erection, and kissed the head, and then he reached for the condoms. Wow. All my breath escaped, and for a second, I couldn’t get it back. Plastic crinkled as he bit the packet with his teeth, pulled out the latex, and then, with a ton of focus, the edge of his tongue protruding from the corner of his mouth, he fit it on and rolled it down. I smiled as I realized he’d never done this before, on himself or anyone else.
He grabbed the lube and looked closely at the label. “It says it’s okay to use on latex.” Still concentrating, he squeezed some lube into his hand, clicked the bottle closed, and tossed it aside, then rubbed his palms and applied them vigorously to my very hard cock.
“Whoa.”
He stilled.
“Sorry,” I gasped. “That’s a hair-trigger device down there, and it’s been a long week. Let me calm down for a second.” He stared at me expectantly as I breathed. Finally, I nodded. “Okay.”
More carefully, he rubbed the lube up and down my jacketed shaft.
My hips had a mind of their own and were doing a small bob and weave when I gasped out, “Shall we switch places now?”