Charming Like Us (Like Us 7)

My other hand flies to my head.

He eases my dick out of his mouth with a grin, skates his tongue across the length, then goes back in for more. I’m basking in this moment.

So caught up in us and what he’s doing to me that my body climbs to the peak faster and faster. Racing to the top, and as soon as he quickens his pace, I jerk forward. Head rolling to the side with a knotted groan escaping my parted lips. “Oscar.”

I’m spinning.

He swallows, rises to his feet, and milks my climax with a couple more strokes. I flinch against him, that pleasure rippling out of me. We’re eye-locked. Lips ghosting lips.

“That was…the best head I’ve ever been given.” I’m still shaking in ecstasy. “No lie.”

Another grin toys at his lips. “It makes it easy when I love the cock I’m sucking. And the guy.”

I smile more. Is he saying he loves me? Probably not. But I’ll always pocket Oscar’s praises, just like I know he won’t throw away mine.

He backs up, strips off his boxer-briefs, and walks naked to the bed. I’m so interested in what the hell he’s doing, I don’t follow his footsteps.

Oscar throws pillows onto the woven rug. When he glances back, he must see a shiver skate through my limbs. “You’re cold?”

I rub my biceps. “Yeah. I need your heat apparently.”

He laughs. “Weak California blood.” He kneels at the wood-burning fireplace and throws on a couple logs.

I use the bathroom, and when I come back out, Oscar has his forearms on his knees, sitting on the woven rug and watching the fire crackle.

Buck-naked, I take a seat next to him. Warming my palms, I turn my head. He kisses me; I kiss back just as strongly, and we’re about to sink into something I desire.

I put a hand to his chest, pausing the moment.

His body tightens. “You alright, Jack?”

Jack. Whenever he uses my first name, he sounds serious. It sets me more on edge.

“Let’s talk,” Oscar urges. “Screw this no talking beforehand bullshit, I’m through with that.”

I exhale. “Okay. Let’s talk.” I want to make this clear. “I’m dying to have sex with you, Os. I’ve been dying to have sex with you, so that’s not where I’m leading you.”

“What then?” He pushes curls off his forehead. “You’d rather give, not receive? You’re afraid of it hurting?”

I tilt my head. “You’re not that far off.”

Oscar rubs his eyes. “You’d rather top?”

I smile because I’ve known for a while that Oscar prefers to top. No one would ask me things like, how badly do you want my cock inside you? without wanting to go there. I could fuck with him, but that’d almost hurt my soul a little.

“I’d rather try bottoming,” I say honestly.

His hand falls to my knee, confusion lining his forehead. “Alright, now I’m at a complete loss of where you’re taking me, Highland.”

Figured.

I smile. “I was just wondering if there’s something I can give you first. I haven’t tried to finger you or anything. You haven’t really asked, and I didn’t know if it’s because you thought I was afraid to try or if you didn’t want it.”

Realization washes over his features. “I didn’t think you were scared. I just like being the one fingering.”

I look him over. “So have you ever been fingered or bottomed before?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “But it’s been a while. My first time receiving anal was nineteen. College. And I haven’t done it since college.”

“How come?”

“I just get off more being in you than you in me.”

I smile, about to joke about how he hasn’t been inside me yet, but Oscar beats me to the punch and says, “I’m not talking about another guy’s asshole when I just want yours, bro.”

I’m hard again.

His erection is already begging for touch, and we’re drawing closer. “If you do want to top one day, I’d bottom for you,” Oscar breathes. “But truthfully, I can’t promise I’d be into doing it every time we have sex.”

I appreciate him being upfront.

“I think that’ll be okay,” I say quietly, fire warming my skin. Warming us. Embers crackle, and flames cast shadows on our bare bodies. “How bad does it hurt the first time?”

“I’ll work you up enough that it shouldn’t.” He kisses my jaw, then my lips, and I drag a hand down his abs to his length. While I stroke him, he bears his weight against me. Guiding my back against the woven rug, and my neck and head meet a pillow.

We kiss deep, rougher as our legs intertwine. My waist bucks up. He keeps bearing down, his palms planted on either side of my deltoids.

I glide my hands along his ass, and I lose myself to the sensation. How my legs spread on either side of his hips. His erection teases against my entry, but he eases me more with a finger, then a lubed plug. The pressure overwhelms me, contracts my calves, my abs, every single tendon of muscle.