Awkward Love (Stumbling into Love 2)

We’d just let him continue to believe that.

“I’m impatient.” Will finished taking off his jeans, then went for my clothes. It was much easier to think about being naked in front of him now that he was.

He was removing my shirt, when I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I reached out and wrapped a hand around his shaft. It felt smaller in my hand than my own did, not that he was small, just not as big as me. He was hot, like I could feel the blood rushing beneath the surface. His dick jerked in my hand. I swiped at his precome and really wanted to taste it.

Before I knew it, Will’s mouth slammed down on mine. He kissed me hard, pushing me back so I fell onto the bed. He went down on top of me, kissing the hell out of me, his hands rubbing and groping my bulge, before working to open my shorts. This was likely the best moment of my life, and when he pulled back, I grabbed for him, tried to jerk him back down to me.

“I’m not going anywhere, Professor. Just need to get these off you before I die.”

I lifted my hips as he tugged my shorts and briefs down, and yep, I was naked with a guy. It was everything I wanted it to be, and I hadn’t even had an orgasm with him yet.

“Fuck, look at this beauty,” he said, stroking my cock. My hips bucked off the bed, and I pulled him down on top of me again. I wanted to come, and I wanted to do it now. I didn’t know where this strength had come from, just knew I was hungry for him and couldn’t wait. “Lube?” he asked.

“Drawer.”

He fumbled with the nightstand drawer, pulled out the lube, and slicked up his hand, then lay down on top of me, groin to groin. “God, you want it, don’t you?”

“Yes…please…”

Will held our cocks together, rubbing them as he thrust against me. I closed my eyes, writhed beneath him, because holy fuck, I knew this would be good, but again, good wasn’t strong enough. Need pricked along my skin, sensation taking me over like I was just this…hell, I didn’t know, being made to feel, like I could soak up all the pleasure in the world, and that was what I was supposed to do.

Will kissed me, alternating between jerking us together and rutting against me. Frottage was the best thing ever, and I would do this with him every day if he’d let me. The pressure inside me built, this frenetic beat of pleasure that grew and grew until it was going to make me explode from the inside. My vision went blurry, and I arched toward him as my orgasm tore through me and I shot all over my stomach and Will’s hand.

“Jesus, you’re hot when you come. Can I jerk off on you?”

Was that actually a question? “Yes, please.”

He chuckled, then knelt beside me, his hand making long strokes along his shaft and around the glans until Will’s head dropped back and his load spurted all over me, mixing with mine.

He fell down beside me. We were sweaty, and I was come-y, and I wasn’t sure there was anything in the world better. So good, in fact, I almost couldn’t believe it was real. “If I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up.” I knew I should be embarrassed, but at the moment, I couldn’t find it in myself to be.

“That good, huh?”

I turned my head to look at him as we lay there, knees bent over the side of the bed. “Way better than coming by myself,” I said, and then, then I was laughing, and Will was smiling, looking at me a little funny before he leaned in and kissed me, both of us giggling into each other’s mouths.

It was perfect.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Will

It had been a little over a week since that first orgasm with Jameson, and I had to admit, I was still thinking about it. It was Monday, and we’d hung out three other times since then, and each of them we ended the evening coming all over each other. We hadn’t done anything more than jerking and frotting, but…I didn’t know, I liked dragging it out a bit, savoring this little fling and the pleasure we had together.

I’d had a lot of sex in my life, but there was something so pure and raw about Jameson in those moments. Like he shut down all those other things in his head and just felt and savored in this intense way I’d never experienced. Sometimes I found myself just watching him touch me, looking at the way he gave himself to me when my hands were on him, and then the way he always laughed afterward, not like it was funny, but like he was happy.