Merry Measure - Lily Morton Page 0,58
don’t say anything because the touch is nice. “And did you do it with anyone else?”
“With a boyfriend at uni.” I grimace. “That wasn’t too good either. Plus, he used to talk about it afterwards with his friends.”
“What?” It’s gunshot sharp in the quiet of the room.
“He seemed to think it was funny in a fnah-fnah way. ‘Oh, Jack takes it up the arse’. He used to call me his bitch.” I shrug. “I didn’t exactly think it was hilarious, but maybe that’s just me. Anyway, suffice to say, I’ve never been comfortable enough with anyone to do it again. I get too tense and in my head.”
“So why are you doing it now?” His voice is hushed, but it brings me sharply out of the old memories.
I stare at him. “Because it’s you. And I know you’ll never laugh at me, and I know you won’t hurt me.”
He shakes his head passionately. “Never, Jack. Never.”
I smile at him. I feel unexpectedly light after confessing my embarrassing history of bottoming. My erection has wilted as has his, but I still want this. Not just want. I need it. And I was telling the truth. I am certain he’ll make it good.
“Kiss me,” I say.
His eyes flare as he comes down on top of me, kissing me gently at first, but as our dicks harden, so do his kisses. They’re passionate and fierce and take me out of my head. We writhe together, and I wrap my legs around his smaller body, feeling his cock slide against mine. Our precome slicks the way, and we rut against each other, the room filling with sighs and the rough catch of breaths. My balls tighten, and I abruptly push him away.
“No,” I gasp. “I don’t want to come like this. I need you to fuck me.”
He climbs off the bed and reaches for the foil packet that’s waiting on the mattress. There’s no self-consciousness about him at all as he unwraps the condom. And there shouldn’t be—he’s beautiful. His pale skin gleams in the lamplight like the underside of a shell, and, as he bends to unroll the condom, red-brown waves fall across his cheek, hitting his sharply defined nose. The only hair on his body is a thin trail leading from his belly button to end in a flare around his cock. It’s long and thin, the head a flushed pink colour echoing the shade of his nipples. It glistens with precome, and I can catch the tang of it before he finishes sheathing his dick with a sharp snap of latex.
His smile, as he glances up at me, is fierce with a touch of feral about it. I catch my breath as he crawls onto the bed between my legs, spreading them wider. His movements are very sure now, his eyes focused, and I relax even more. There’s something about his gaze—a steady affection and care there—that makes me shed my shyness and stare back.
Then he bends and licks my hole, and my eyes slam shut of their own accord. I arch into his mouth, giving a guttural cry that I almost don’t recognise as being mine. His tongue is slick and wet, licking over the nerve-rich opening with cat-like movements at first, before he points it and inserts the tip. The feeling is unbelievable, and I groan, grabbing his hair and holding him to me.
He carries on licking me until I’m sure I’ll come. When he pulls back, I utter an inarticulate protest, but he just slicks his fingers with the lube until they glisten.
“Kiss me while you do that,” I say.
His eyebrow arches. “Think about where my mouth has been. It’s not exactly a margarita.”
“As long as it’s not one of your awful adult Shirley Temples, I think I’ll be fine.”
He laughs as he settles against me, then kisses me slowly before sliding one slick finger inside me. He’s gentle, and I’m relaxed from the rimming, so instead of the usual pain and awkwardness, his finger slides in easily. He crooks it, and I see stars.
“Oh shit,” I shout.
He kisses me again, with a smile on his mouth, but the humour there is nothing like my old boyfriend’s ridicule. Arlo’s smile is warm and caring, and it invites me to share the joke.
I suspect he’s taking longer with prep than he normally would, but I’m not complaining. Each stroke grazes my prostate, lighting me up like a pinball machine and hitting the bonus every time.
He eases away from me,