“Holy fuck.” He was hot and so damn tight.
“Mmm. Keep going.”
I inched farther inside, stopping occasionally to make sure he was okay. I was afraid of getting this wrong, but his wonderous expression did amazing things for my ego.
I nipped his lip when I was balls deep inside him, then rolled my hips experimentally, smiling at his needy groan of approval.
“You like that.”
“Yeah, so good. Do it again.”
I rocked forward and back, letting a slow, sweet pace build until gentle caresses gave way to a frenzied tempo. The rhythmic squeak of bedsprings and the steady thump of the headboard against the wall kept time with the sound of soft moans and a chorus of, “Oh, fuck, oh, yes.”
Topher had no shame, and I fucking loved it.
He lifted his legs and arched to meet me thrust for thrust as he sucked on my tongue, breaking for air to beg me to go faster, fuck him harder.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“You won’t. I’m so close and…ungh.”
Cum spurted an arc across Topher’s stomach. I kneeled between his spread thighs and gripped his knee for purchase with my left hand while I moved inside him, stroking him through his orgasm.
I heaved deeply, sucking in oxygen as I admired the artwork on his torso.
“So beautiful,” I purred as my vision blurred at the edges.
“Are you gonna come?” he whispered. “Do it. Do it now.”
I released his cock and covered him, pistoning my hips till I fell apart with a growl. I buried my face in his neck and held on tight through wave after wave of pleasure.
We were quiet for a while. I didn’t know where Topher’s head was, but wow…that was amazing. Possibly the best thing ever.
I kissed his cheek, then his lips as I propped myself on my hands and grinned. “I think I just found my new favorite pastime.”
Topher smiled. “Sex is good.”
“No, it’s fucking great. Best thing ever invented. But you, my friend, are a mess.” I ran a finger from the middle of his chest to his belly button. “This is a lot of cum.”
“Taste it.”
My eyeballs almost bugged out of their sockets. “You want me to…uh.”
Topher scooted from underneath me, shaking his head. “No, no, no. Of course not. I—”
I captured his wrist and made sure I had his attention when I licked my finger clean. We stared at each other for a moment, sharing matching goofy grins. Then I pulled his cum-and-sweat mussed body against me and drove my tongue in his mouth. Once we started kissing, I didn’t want to stop. We toppled sideways onto the mattress with our lips locked and didn’t come up for air until it was absolutely necessary.
“Wow. Are you really the same guy who built a pillow tower to keep me away?”
“It was a panicked attempt to help me focus. Obviously it failed, but I’m not going to apologize this time. You wanted this too.”
“Yeah,” I confirmed, disposing of the used condom in a tissue and tossing it into the bin beside his desk before lying down again. “I have no regrets. And just so you know, I’m gonna want to do that again. Often.”
“Me too.”
“Was it good for you?” I asked, hating that I sounded like an inexperienced teenager.
“Very.”
“Phew. I was nervous.”
“You were?”
I smiled. “A little. Not so much now.”
Topher sat up and reached for his glasses. “Okay, that’s good, but…there are a few things you should know about me. If any of these things make you uncomfortable, we may need to reconsider this arrangement.”
Arrangement. Hmm. That sounded promising.
“All right.” I propped one of his pillows against the wall and motioned for him to continue. “Hit me.”
“I like sex…a lot. And I’m not shy about trying anything.”
“That’s in the plus column for me.”
“And…I have a crush on you,” he said in a rush.
“You do?” I grinned, ridiculously pleased for reasons I couldn’t have communicated at that moment.
“Yes, and that’s probably in the negative column. But don’t worry. It’s been my experience that once I admit to my infatuation with a man, it tends to fade. So, even though this is awkward for both of us, just getting the words out there should defuse the situation and be better for both of us in the long run.”
“Okay, well, I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I have a crush on you too.”
“No, you don’t. Your dick is infatuated with the prospect of trying something new. That’s a very normal reaction. Hormones are fascinating. But the scientist in me understands that the release of oxytocin in your brain is an indication of temporary lust.”
I nodded slowly. “I cannot believe I understand this, but I do. You need this to be a research experiment. A sex experiment.”
“That’s what it is. This is your first time with a man. You want to experiment, and I volunteer to help. In a clinical sense.”