I licked my lips hungrily, my nails digging into his thighs. “Yes,” I breathed. “Show me, Rusty.”
Rusty’s grin was slow and lazy. “In fact, I have an even better idea…” He scooted down the bed on hands and knees, kissing his way down the center of my body. Every spot his lips touched flared to life, hot and insistent.
I groaned as I realized where he was going. “Rusty,” I struggled to whisper, my hands twisting into the duvet underneath us so I didn’t grab his hair and push his mouth toward my dick.
He took advantage of my self-restraint, his tongue trailing down the inside of one of my thighs. At the same time, he fumbled with the lube, opening it and slicking his fingers, propping himself up on one elbow.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Rusty breathed out, winking up at me. “I’ve got you.”
And indeed he did, because his mouth closed around the tip of my shaft, hot and wet and perfect. He sucked fiercely, his tongue circling around the head and flicking across it.
I whimpered, but my attention was really on his hand. I could just see it, between his legs, one finger pressing into himself.
More than see it, I felt it—in the way he suddenly stiffened, a quiet moan vibrating through my shaft. Then he braced himself, whimpering quietly, shifting this way and that.
I stroked Rusty’s short red locks gently. “You’ve got this,” I praised, in awe of him.
He was so gorgeous, and now he was giving me yet another show. I was the luckiest guy alive, just being in bed with him.
No, not that. Being with him. Having a claim to Rusty’s heart was why I felt like I’d won the lottery of a lifetime.
“Mmhmm,” Rusty mumbled around my dick. Then the tight ring of his beautiful lips closed around my shaft and slid down. At the same time, his shoulder shifted, his arm moving faster.
As much as I loved his mouth on me, and I ached to grab his cheeks and fuck that gorgeous mouth… I didn’t want that tonight.
“Show me what you’re doing,” I whispered. I wanted to know how to treat him.
Rusty looked startled. His mouth slid off me with a wet sound, and then he kissed the tip before looking up at me. “Do you want to try?”
I nodded, sharp and eager.
Rusty smiled and pushed himself upright, his knees spread wide as his knuckles pushed past his balls and his fingers disappeared inside himself. His semi twitched to life, especially when I eyed it hungrily.
“Lube up, then,” Rusty told me and grinned, sliding his fingers free of himself with a quiet shiver and moan. “And hurry. I need you in me.”
I nearly punched myself in the boner, I scrambled so quickly for the lubricant. Rusty giggled, watching me slick two fingers with the cold liquid.
“And now,” Rusty murmured, grabbing my wrist and bringing my hand between his legs, “pay attention.”
How could I not? I swallowed hard as he pushed two of my fingers against the smooth taint, and then guided them toward his tight, pulsating little hole.
“In,” Rusty whispered, his voice rough.
I steadied one hand on his thigh and pushed these two fingers inside him, gasping at the tightness. No way would I fit inside there, right? But that was what this was for—readying him.
Only my fingertips were inside, but they slid past the tight ring of muscle and inside as soon as he clenched.
Already, my cock throbbed in a steady pulse that was hard to ignore. With a mental apology to the big guy downstairs for making him wait, I bit my lip and slid my fingers all the way into Rusty.
“Yes,” Rusty groaned, his voice breaking. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his elbows over me. Already, light trembles shook his body from head to toe.
I ached to draw more bliss from him until he was overcome, helpless in the face of the tidal wave of pleasure that would sweep him away. I wanted to show him what it meant to get together, and not in the casual sense most people used it.
No, I was in this for the long haul. I needed to learn every inch of his body, and every single thing that made him feel good—including fingering.
It was intoxicating, feeling every tiny clench around my fingers. I was swept away in the knowledge of how incredible he would feel around me when I plunged deep in him just minutes later.
“I need you,” Rusty finally moaned, desperation lacing his voice.
How could I resist that plea?
“Okay, baby,” I whispered. When I reached for a condom, though, his hand closed around my wrist. “I’m negative. You?”
“Me too.” I swallowed hard. “Do you want to… go without?”
“Please.” Rusty was still on his hands and knees over me, struggling for breath. “Please, Tom.”
I cupped his cheek as I let go of the condom and instead guided my tip to him. “Okay, my love. I want to, too.” My heart pounded with excitement.
As I slid into the tightness and heat of him, I caught my breath, wet heat pricking the corners of my eyes. Nothing more between us—no barriers at all—to stop our glorious, beautiful future together. Finally, I was inside Rusty, our bodies almost merging into one.
“Fuck,” I gasped raggedly. I was so sensitive and on-edge that Rusty was almost unbearably tight around me, heat burning through my core as I struggled to keep myself in check. My very fingers and toes hurt from the briefly intense fireball of overstimulation.
Then it settled, and I became aware of Rusty touching my cheek gently, his gaze soft. “You all right?”
“I should be asking that of you,” I whispered, gingerly running my hands down his side to grip his ass. Just knowing that I was buried inside him now, scant inches from my fingertips, made pleasure surge within me.
“I will be if you go deeper,” Rusty told me with a grin. He eased himself down onto me, taking me in to the hilt. His soft cry of pain concerned me, but he was smiling, too.
I didn’t know what to make of it yet, so I stayed very still and waited, my fingertips tracing lines and circles along his ribs, down his back, over his sexy little ass.
Rusty pulsated around me, quick and shallow, when my fingers brushed near his nipples, and I grinned. I let my fingertips trail to his chest and over his nipples.
“Ah!” Rusty cried, sagging onto his forearms over me, his forehead pressed against my shoulder. He clenched hard and fast now, his thighs trembling. “Do it again,” he begged.
So I did, circling my fingertips around his nipples and pinching them hard.
Rusty cried out raggedly, lifting his body and pushing back down, throwing his head back. His whole body arched in ecstasy, and goddamnit, I was hooked.
I’d never imagined sex could be like this—eager yet loving, curious and rough, all the adjectives I could think of at once.
Rusty rode me like a wave, his body fluidly rising and falling. Every time he took me in, the tight heat burned through me again, pulling me further along the cliff-edge of ecstasy that waited all too soon. It felt like our bodies weren’t just united, but were meant to do so.
Making love with him felt like destiny come alive.
But his pace soon faltered, his chest heaving for breath, and I saw my chance to take the lead. To take control, and show him that I could deliver everything he’d ever needed.
I rolled us over, gentle and firm, until I lay on top and he could wrap his arms and legs around my back.