Everything About You

With his mouth parted, he panted slightly. I leaned in again, snagging his bottom lip within my teeth and giving it a firm nip. I then ran my tongue over it and took his mouth again.

No. My mouth. Right now it belonged to me.

It only lasted for a moment. Because like his touch, I could easily get caught up in kissing him. I could kiss him all night.

That reminded me of a time when we used to snuggle together under a blanket in bed or on the couch while watching TV or studying. We’d make it a competition on how long we could kiss without one or both of us getting naked.

A challenge of who could hold out the longest.

I yanked myself out of the past and once again ended our kiss. Shoving his shorts down, I released his very tempting erection. Pleased to find he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

The bobbing length, the broad crown slick from precum, caused saliva to pool in my mouth, from remembering the taste and feel of it against my tongue.

I was tempted to drop to my knees and experience that all over again.

Not tonight. Stick to the plan. It’s safer.

Of course, I was lying to myself, but that lie was one more in a slew of them I decided to ignore.

Taking my time, I slid his shorts down even farther, purposely not touching him at all. I kept my grip solely on the soft cotton until they dropped to his feet. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

I needed to do the same with the memories that kept creeping in.

I focused on Tate in the here and now, standing completely naked in front of me, for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime.

Did I want to explore and learn every inch of his body all over again?

Yes.

A million times yes.

Did I? No.

Instead, I spun him around until he once again faced the window, afraid of what might happen if I looked into his eyes while we did this. Afraid it would feel too intimate and he’d see things I didn’t want him to witness.

Like how vulnerable I was currently. How weak he made me.

I stepped back and gave myself one more thorough inspection from the dark, full hair on his head, down his spine, over his ass, along his lightly-furred legs and finished at his bare feet.

He jerked when I called out, “Alfred, lights out!”

My smart home “butler” acknowledged my command with an echoed, “Lights out,” and the room instantly went dark.

The only light anywhere in our vicinity was a small one in the kitchen behind us that I used in case I needed to head there in the middle of the night.

And, of course, the lights in front of us from the city just beyond that window.

“It’s like we’re floating in the air,” Tate whispered. “I bet you can see the fireworks display perfectly.”

“I can.” Those fireworks were nothing like the ones currently exploding in my center.

“You can probably hear the roar of the crowds from the stadiums.”

“From the roof.”

More small talk. His attempt at making this more personal.

He wanted to talk? Fine.

“Did you prep like I told you?”

“Yes.”

“Just like I taught you?”

“Yes.”

“Did you think about me while you did it?”

The last “yes” sounded strained.

“Did you get hard while you did it? While thinking about me and about what was going to happen tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Did you make yourself come?”

His breath hissed from him along with his answer, “Yes.”

My cock flexed from hearing that. “Stay right where you are. Don’t move. Not an inch.”

I headed over to the side table and grabbed the condom, ripping the wrapper open and taking my time to roll it on, the whole time keeping my eyes on the man waiting obediently for me by the windows.

When his head began to turn in my direction, I barked, “No. Don’t look at me. Look at the city that used to belong to us.”

With a nod, he turned back toward the window. But his eyes remained on me, this time using the reflection in the glass.

After making sure the condom was seated properly, I snagged the Lubido from the table and headed back over to him, unscrewed the cap on the tube and squeezed out a generous amount onto my palm.

Using the lube, I coated my latex-covered cock, more thickly than normal, since this was his first time being a bottom and I wasn’t going to take much time to help stretch him.

I stroked myself, partially to evenly distribute the Lubido along my length and partially for my own pleasure. Reaching past him, I held the tube in front of Tate’s face. “Prepare yourself.”

His body jolted in response to my demand. That meant he had expected me to do it for him. That wasn’t how we were playing this.