messed around, but I couldn't… I didn't rise to the occasion."
I trailed my palm across his waist, tracing the ridges of his abdomen with my fingertips and down farther until I rested over the impressive bulge behind his fly. "Well, it looks to me as though you have risen."
A low groan escaped him when I opened his belt and popped the button on the top of his jeans. "Yes, fuck. Please touch me."
I’d planned to suck his dick, but I couldn't very well throw him into this without taking some time to really make sure he savored the experience. My own length ached behind my fly, desperate for some attention, but this wasn't about me. This was about taking care of Sam. Making sure he knew exactly how good it could be. He was taking a risk with me. Hell, he’d taken a flying leap. So now, it was my job to slow things down and make it good for him. He deserved more than a quick blow job for his first time.
"Close your eyes." I waited until those sky blue eyes were covered, until his thick dark lashes fanned across his cheeks. "Now, just feel me."
His shoulders were tense, hands balled into fists as he waited to see what I would do. Oh, I had plans. Plans that involved the two of us exploring each other's bodies for hours. But first, he needed to know exactly what it meant to be with me.
Opening his fly, I reached in and grabbed the steel-hard length of him. His strangled groan had me instinctively kicking my hips forward, my cock in search of friction in any way possible. Jaw clenched, he threw his head back and sucked in a sharp breath as I ran my thumb over his weeping crown.
"Does that feel good?"
"What do you think?" There was so much frustration, so much tension in his words, I would've mistaken him for angry if his expression didn't show me just how on edge he was.
"Was I the first man you ever kissed?"
He nodded, swallowing and making his Adam's apple bob.
"Good."
"Want to touch you. Want to feel you in my hand." His words were just a plea, a softly murmured prayer. I wanted to answer that prayer and give myself over to the desire raging inside me.
"Once we do this, Sammy, there's no going back. You realize that, right? Your first never leaves you."
He opened his eyes, those piercing blue irises burning themselves straight into my soul. "I don't think I want you to ever leave me."
His palm traveled over my waist, to the notched V of my hips, before sliding under my waistband and into my pants. When his fingertips brushed my crown, I let out a grunt at the jolt of pleasure just a small touch gave me. Releasing his cock, I made quick work of unbuckling my belt and opening my fly to grant him easier access.
I stared into his eyes, intensity burning between us, then I reached down and took his hand, placing it directly over my erection.
"I don't know how to do this." The vulnerable tenderness in his voice stabbed me in the chest.
I was going to get to teach him, but it was a big responsibility. I was setting the expectation for any future encounters he might have. I wanted him to know that it wasn't all one night stands and quick fucks. It could be beautiful. That's what I wanted it to be for him.
"Show me how you jerk yourself. Just use my dick to do it. You make me come, and I'll make you come. I want to see your face when you go over the edge."
His eyes went wide. "I thought we were gonna…"
I stepped closer, close enough that the hot length of him was pressed against mine. "Oh, we're gonna. We've got plenty of time here, plenty of long nights, and only one bed."
With our cocks pressed together, we worked each other at the same time. The feel of his hot skin against mine, the pulse of his arousal as he grew closer to his orgasm had me biting back a moan all too soon. He grabbed me by the nape, mimicking my posture when I kissed him earlier, and he pressed our foreheads together as he drew long, shuddering breaths.
"Gonna…shit…gonna come," he warned.
I was already there too. My balls had drawn up, and lightning raced along my spine building until he grabbed my shoulder and groaned so loud I swear it bounced