Pretenders (Firsts and Forever 3)

“Thank you for letting me know. I got tested twice after Jack dumped me because I wasn’t sure if he’d been monogamous, and I haven’t had sex since then. All my results were negative as well.” He was very no-nonsense about that, reminding me he was, in fact, a doctor, so anything medical really wasn’t going to throw him off.

But the awkwardness still lingered between us, and as I returned the form to the desk, I was kind of at a loss. I didn’t do this much. Okay, yes, I had loads of sex with random people, but there was no romance or seduction to that. It was just fucking, and Wes needed more from me.

I guided him to the bed, and he sat down on the edge of the mattress. He watched me closely as I crouched down at his feet. I removed his shoes and socks before climbing onto his lap and straddling his thighs. His eyes looked black in the soft light. I asked him, “Can you see without your glasses?”

“Yes. Just not far away.”

I took them off and smiled at him. “That works, since I plan to be very close.” I folded them and placed them on the nightstand, then tugged at the bowtie, which made my smile widen. It felt exactly like unwrapping a present. After I slid the strip of fabric from around his neck, I tossed it over my shoulder, then pulled the sweater vest over his head and sent it in the direction of the tie.

He was clearly nervous, but I loved the fact that he was trusting me like this. After I unfastened his cuffs and the button at his throat, he drew me closer and kissed me. It was gentle and undemanding, and we both began to ease back into it.

His hands circled my waist as he deepened the kiss, and soon we were right back to where we’d been in the kitchen. I rubbed my hard cock against his, which was straining against his clothes, and he rolled us over so I was on my back.

He built his confidence gradually, alternately stripping himself and exploring my body with his mouth and tongue and hands. I gave him access to every part of me. When he stroked my cock, I moaned and pushed into his palm. Then he slid his fingers lower and skimmed my hole.

I retrieved the lube from my nightstand, then took his hand and ran a line of it down his index finger. He rubbed his thumb over it, spreading it around before slipping his hand between my legs again. His brow knit with concern as he pushed a fingertip into me, and I ran my hand over his hair and said, “That feels good, Wes.”

“Promise you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like.”

“I promise.”

He kissed me as he slid his finger inside me, then bent it slightly. I drew a sharp breath as he grazed my prostate, then moaned against his lips when he did it again.

Right about then, I stopped analyzing everything and just started feeling. Wes seemed to sense the change in me. Everything sped up, becoming more urgent, more intense.

Before long, I ripped open a condom and slipped it over his thick, hard cock. After I slicked it with lube, I worked a little into myself, then hitched one of my legs over his hip as he grasped my hips and pushed into me.

After a few slow slides in and out of my ass, he began taking me harder. When I whispered, “Don’t hold back,” he fucked me harder still, until his hips were slamming into me with every thrust. It was perfection. I wrapped my legs around him and murmured, “Fuck yes,” as he absolutely pounded me.

Throughout it all, I kept my eyes open and watched Wes’s transformation. I was absolutely in awe of him. The nervous, uncertain man I’d met just the day before was gone, replaced with someone confident and powerful. I wanted so much more of both versions of him—sweet, shy Wes, and the one who held my gaze with fire in his eyes as he claimed my body.

When he was close to the edge, I reached between us and jerked myself off. Moments later, I came with a shout as intense pleasure tore through me, clamping down on the cock in my ass as I shot onto my stomach.

That was enough to set him off. He thrust into me hard enough to slam the headboard against the wall and moaned as he came. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his ass, feeling his muscles working as he pushed into me again and again.

Afterwards, he lowered himself onto his elbows, and I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the side of his head. We stayed that way for a minute or two while we both caught our breath. Finally, he slid out of me and murmured, “I’ll be right back,” before heading to the bathroom.