I was still shaking, my whole body basically vibrating underneath him as I was sent up into space and then back down to Earth again, reeling and overwhelmed and feeling way too good. How the hell else was I supposed to respond when I looked down and saw him between my legs?
“You—I—I’m so sorry,” I whispered, panting as I propped myself up on my elbows, looking down at his beautiful face as he pulled off of my deflating cock.
“Quit it,” he said. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
“Me losing all control before you even blew me?” I said. “Christ.”
“I did plenty,” Brody said. “You were so worked up I knew you’d come quickly. Nothing to be ashamed of. I’m flattered, actually.”
A peal of laughter escaped me. It was like a whole new level of release. I’d come and now I was giggling like an idiot, naked and hot and completely delirious in Brody’s bed. I sank back into the sheets, relaxing, still surrounded by his scent.
I was in heaven.
Brody was smiling now too, coming up and lying down next to me in the bed, marveling at me like I was some exotic animal.
“I’ve never met anyone like you, Logan,” he said softly, leaning in to give me a little nibble on my shoulder again.
“You saying I’m not like other guys, huh?” I asked in a teasing voice.
He laughed. “As cheesy as that sounds, no, you’re definitely not like other guys,” he said. “You’re better.”
“You’re doing it again,” I said. “Being way too nice to me for no reason.”
“Believe me, it’s not for no reason.”
I hummed, finally regaining my composure enough to turn over in bed, facing toward him and lying on my side. Reality was finally starting to come back to me as I watched him. This gorgeous creature, right next to me. I let my eyes travel up and down his body, seeing that he still had a very obvious erection under his own sweatpants.
“I want to return the favor,” I said softly, staring down at his bulge even though I hadn’t been meaning to.
“Don’t worry about me,” Brody said. “I’ll be fine, if you want to just drift off to sleep or something. You certainly looked like you were halfway off the world a second ago.”
“I was,” I said. “But now I’m only focused on one thing.”
I glanced up at his eyes and saw as he lifted one eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” he purred.
“You need to come, too,” I said, getting a rare surge of confidence as I reached down, squeezing his cock through his sweatpants just like he’d done to me earlier.
Hell, it had been just about the best thing I’d ever felt when he did it to me. If I could make him feel even ten percent as good, I was going to do it.
“You have no idea how much I like to hear those words come out of your mouth,” Brody said, pulling in a sharp breath through closed teeth as I gave his cock another squeeze.
It felt thick in my hand. Very thick. I was glad I’d already come, otherwise there was no way I wouldn’t be intimidated to discover just how big Brody actually was under his pants.
As soon as Brody gave me permission, of course, the nerves came back again.
There was no way I was going to drop the ball now.
I thought of centuries and centuries of failed kings, disappointments, and mistakes that had cost people everything. King John screwed up and lost tons of French lands in the early thirteenth century, all due to inexperience. I kept thinking of failed kings in history like they were a security blanket, something to focus my mind on so I didn’t get too anxious.
I was stroking Brody through the fabric of his pants, not knowing what to do next or when, even though it should have been so simple.
“Hey,” he whispered softly, so close to my ear. One of his hands immediately found my free hand, taking it and squeezing it tight. “You know you make me feel amazing, right? Even when we’re just lying here together. Even when we’re just talking. Or, hell, when we’re not talking, too.”
I took a deep breath, not realizing that I’d been totally frozen other than my small hand movements on him.
Of course he could sense how nervous I was. Brody was good like that. He was always one step ahead of me.
“Thank you,” I said. “I feel good. Believe me. I just don’t really know what the hell I’m doing.”
“You don’t have to,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “I can help, though. Is it cool if I take my pants off?”
My heart rate went up again, but this time from sheer excitement and not at all from fear.
“Hell yes,” I whispered.
He smiled, complete with dimples and all, as he reached down and unceremoniously tugged off his sweats. I hummed deeply as I watched his cock bob free. Obscenely long and thick. Because of course his dick was just as perfect as the rest of him.