Only One Bed

And Etienne was every inch a man. Every inch, get it? My brain lurched out of control as I stroked him. He wasn’t huge, but his cock was hot and thick in my hand. To feel his excitement—his desire for me—throbbing in my grasp was incredible.

He closed his eyes, rocking into my hand and back on my dick as I thrust up into him. He’d always had such amazing rhythm, and I thought of earlier watching him play the piano and how I’d wanted to taste him.

We breathed hard, gasping and panting, our skin slapping. I muttered, “So hot. I want to kiss you.” My brain coughed up words and phrases and my mouth released them.

Crying out, he came in long spurts all over me. He squeezed around my dick, and I was so close, but I forced myself from the edge. I loved doing this when I jerked off—getting close and backing off, then again and again.

Panting in hot gusts, Etienne slumped over me, lifting off my dick. “Give me a second. Then you can…” He fumbled down for my shaft. “Sorry. You need to come.”

“No rush. I like waiting.”

Sitting up, Etienne slid back until he was across my thighs. He stared at my cock like it was, I dunno, a gold medal or something.

“Can I suck you?” he asked—like I’d say no.

“Um, yeah!” I peeled off the condom and tossed it.

We squirmed until he was between my legs instead of straddling them, and he ducked his head to—holy shit, swallow me to the root. So much for edging.

I couldn’t stay still. I reached up with one hand, grasping at the headboard, about to levitate right off the bed. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—”

Etienne pulled off my dick with a wet slurp that was absolutely obscene. Squeezing my eyes shut, I thought of guaranteed basic income—and fuck, it didn’t help because I am really into GBI.

Also did not help even a little that Etienne was now kissing and biting and licking his way up my body. I kept my eyes shut. His weight between my legs and on top of me was amazing. He felt so much bigger than me, which was new. He was all lean muscle.

I liked it.

Then his face was in my actual armpit, which was extremely new. I wasn’t too hairy overall, but I had sizeable tufts in my armpits. And Etienne was smelling me and rubbing his face there.

I liked it.

Was this a guy thing? I’d been with three girls before, and it had never happened. Was it an Etienne thing? Did he dig pits?

I liked it.

There was something raw and…animal about it. I thrust my hips up, dying for friction. I had to come. I tangled my fingers in his hair and begged. “I need you. Please.”

Etienne practically dove back down, his tongue teasing the head of my cock and Jesus, the suction and—

I snapped, unloading down his throat as I trembled and moaned. “Sorry!” I gasped, but he only groaned around my dick as he swallowed. I watched him lick and milk me, his mouth swollen and wet, his thick eyelashes seriously looking like eyeliner. He was gorgeous.

He’s mine.

No idea if that would prove accurate, but boy did I like the idea. I petted his hair, closing my eyes as exhaustion swept over me, pleasure lingering. I was wrung out from head to toe.

I sighed as Etienne released my spent dick gently. The mattress lifted and water ran in the bathroom. I sighed again as a warm cloth wiped over the front of my body.

My brain did that weird, surreal thing it did when falling asleep, dreams forming. I slept, but I wasn’t sure for how long…

Something brushed my cheek. Etienne’s fingertips? I tried to open my eyes, but they felt glued down. This happened sometimes when I came really hard. Actually, I didn’t think I’d ever come that hard.

“Sam?” His warm breath whispered over my face.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

Silence. Then he said, “Please don’t freak out.”

The tremor in his voice had my eyes flying open with a spike of adrenaline. He was scared, and that wasn’t okay. “I’m not. I promise. I mean, I am? But I’m not.” I reached for him, my hand landing on his hairy chest. He was on his side watching me warily.

“Please don’t regret it,” he whispered.

I stroked my thumb over his coarse chest hair. “I don’t.” Did I? “No. I think my brain leaked out my ears, but I don’t regret it.”

He idly circled one of my nipples with his thumb. A fresh beat of lust that should have been impossible pulsed through me. I was too spaced to stop myself from moaning. His eyes shot to mine.

“You like that? Nipples?”

“Uh-huh.”

For a while, he kissed and played with my nipples. It was shivery and delicious. I murmured, “When did you first start liking me?”