After grabbing some lube and a condom from the bedside table, he climbed between my thighs. A moan slipped from me as he engulfed my cock in his warm, wet mouth. He sucked me hard and fast, then lubed his finger and slipped it into my ass as he went back to that intense blow job.
This was totally different than what I was used to. I didn’t feel like I was putting on an act or performing for him. We were just two people thoroughly enjoying each other, and it felt so damn good.
When I was ready to take him, he put on a condom, slicked it with lube, and sank into me. I murmured, “Fuck yes,” and wrapped my legs around his hips as he started to move in me.
He built up speed until he was pounding my ass, and I totally let go, rocking my hips to meet each thrust as he slammed into me. It was overwhelming, and frenzied, and everything I needed. My head was spinning. I grabbed onto his body, pinned under his weight, rocking from the force of his thrusts as everything fell away, everything but him and me.
Pleasure and sensation carried us along like a wave cresting. He reached between us and jerked me off, and moments later I arched off the bed, yelling as I shot onto both of us. He came right after, clutching me and pushing into me as deep as he could. I clung to him as we rode out our orgasms together.
Afterwards, Micah held me securely as I trembled and gasped for breath. His voice was soft and soothing as he whispered, “I’ve got you, baby.”
Once I started to come back to myself, he got up and went into the bathroom. When he returned a minute later, he cleaned me gently with a damp cloth, then dried me off before climbing back into bed and pulling a blanket over both of us.
After a while, I whispered, “So, all this time you were waiting for me to initiate it.”
He nodded, wrapping his arms around me as I tucked my head under his chin. “I needed to know you were having sex with me because you wanted to, not because you felt obligated because of our financial arrangement.”
“That could have been a very long wait, since I was expecting you to take the lead.”
He stroked my hair, and after a while, he said, “I have a question for you. Feel free to say no, seriously. If you’re not comfortable with this idea, we can just forget I said anything.”
“What is it?”
“Since we’re going to be monogamous for the next six months, what do you think about getting tested so we don’t have to use condoms? My doctor makes house calls, so I could schedule an appointment. Just so you know, I’ve always gotten tested regularly, and I can show you several years’ worth of negative results if that would give you peace of mind.”
I thought about it before saying, “I wouldn’t have a problem with that. But why on earth would you trust me? You only have my word for what I’m doing when I’m not here. How would you know if I was turning tricks on the side, or engaging in some other risky behavior?”
“From the very beginning, I just knew I could trust you, Jasper. I felt it deep down. It’s why I had no problem opening up my home to you.”
I wanted to argue, not because he was wrong about me, but because the world was full of people who’d be more than happy to take advantage of his trusting nature. But then, he already knew that.
“Go ahead and make an appointment with the doctor,” I said. “Any time is fine.”
“Thank you.”
I sat up and asked, “Do you know what happened to my glasses?”
“I put them on the nightstand when I was undressing you. That’s where your phone ended up too, after it fell out of your pocket. Here you go.”
He handed me the glasses, and as I put them on I murmured, “I don’t remember you doing that, but apparently I lose track of things when we’re caught up in the moment.”
“That’s because you totally let go. It’s beautiful.”
“I have to stop doing that,” I said. “Both times we’ve been intimate, I’ve just taken without giving anything back.”
“You give everything back, Jasper. You give me all of you. I see the way you let down your defenses and trust me to take care of you, and I absolutely love that.”
I avoided his gaze and mumbled, “You make it easy.”
I must have looked embarrassed, because he sat up too and changed the subject. “Are you getting hungry?”
“I am. I think I’ll go up to my room and take a shower, and then I’ll meet you downstairs.”
We both got up, and as I gathered my clothes, he said, “There’s a present for you on your bed. Would you please wear it to dinner? I have a theme planned.”