Sex with a guy.
The words sat oddly in my mind. They were so… neutral, so general, as if this were something interchangeable. Something that could happen with anyone.
But that wasn’t what this felt like, not to me.
When I thought about sex with a guy, there was only one man in that sentence. Only one face, one voice. A presence that had somehow, in the space of a few days, worked its way under my skin with unsettling ease.
A quiet thought followed, uninvited.
How many men has he had this conversation with?
How many have been where I am now, listening to the same calm certainty, the same careful honesty?
I didn’t like how quickly that thought made my chest tighten and my stomach clench.
I don’t want to be just another man in his bed.
I wanted to matter. I wanted to be more than temporary.
And while I would never have voiced that out loud, the feeling lingered, quiet, persistent, and impossible to ignore.
Stefan smiled. “Come here.”
I shifted closer, and he pulled me closer still, until I lay in the crook of his arm, snuggled against him, our heads sharing the same pillow.
Kissing him felt like the most natural thing in the world.
His fingers were at my nape, in my hair, on my back and shoulder, the kiss leisurely and tender, a connection that seemed perfect for a slow morning. I reached under the sheets, sliding my hand lower, lower, until my fingertips met the head of his cock that jerked into my touch.
I wrapped my hand around it, and he pushed up with his hips, a soft moan escaping him. I didn’t stop kissing him as I worked his shaft with lingering tugs, feeling it harden with each passing second. A heartbeat later, his fingers sought my morning wood, and we lay together, kissing and touching, low noises of pleasure filling the quiet of the room.
His fingers found my nipples, and he tweaked them, pulling low groans from me that I couldn’t hold back. I kicked off the sheet and hooked my leg over his, tugging on his dick, deepening the kiss, rocking against him, gently humping his thigh. His hands were all over me, stroking, caressing, teasing.
I kissed his shoulder, moving lower to flick his nipples with my tongue, loving the delicious catch in his breathing. I shifted onto all fours and laid a trail of kisses down his torso, taking my time but making my destination obvious. When I reached his cock, I didn’t hesitate. I drew him into my mouth slowly, sensually.
Stefan unravelled in my hands, and pride swept through me.
I tilted my head as I sucked, looking into his eyes, needing to see him. His hand was on my head, running his fingers through my hair, and suddenly he was reaching under me, fondling my cock, my balls, and I pushed my rigid dick through the funnel of his hand, chasing the sensation. I moaned around his shaft, and he stilled me with his hand.
“On your back, baby.”
I stretched out beside him, and Stefan enclosed my cock in his warm mouth.
Oh my God.
The sensation was exquisite, and I curled my toes as he took me deep. I gasped when he swallowed me to the root, unable to lie still. I lost all track of time, and Stefan played me with all the skill of a master musician, coaxing sounds from me that I’d never heard leave my lips before.
Then he paused, pulling free to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close.
“That was incredible,” I said with a groan.
Stefan smiled. “Want to try something new?” And before I could reply with an eye-roll, he pushed my knees towards my chest, rolling my arse up off the mattress and stuffing a pillow under it. My heart pounded as he spread my cheeks with his fingers, kissing them, kissing my balls, my perineum, and?—
Fuck.
That first pass of his tongue over my hole was electrifying.
The first time he pressed the tip of it inside me, I thought I was going to come on the spot.