Page 24 of On Fire

This gives me courage.

“Are you ready?” I ask, reaching around for the condom.

He nods. Rolling away from me, he gets up onto all fours, spreading his knees apart and lowering himself on to his elbows. I’ve slathered my dick with lube and start to edge myself inside him, gently. I’m afraid I will hurt him. After several false starts, my pride vanishes and I blurt out “Tell me what to do.”

He does. I ease myself into him, fill him up and a single, deep, dark moan makes me even harder. His head lowers to the pillow, and I begin to thrust.

Careful, afraid I’ll hurt him, I move slowly on my knees and keep applying lube.

As I pull out, he suddenly arches up and leans into me, and I have to rock back on my knees, to stay inside him, holding him. His heart beats wildly under my fingertips and his moans grow louder. His body quivers, his muscles spasming.

I reach for his dick and start rubbing.

“Oh my God, Keller, Oh God,” is a garbled whisper and then he falls forward again on his forearms. His body shudders as I slide my hands down his sides, so fucking aware of every ripple of muscle, every soft curving dip between ribs, watching skin glide over bone as he works with me. I love the way his skin feels under my hands, how I can touch him and make him shiver. I take each of his wrists, stretch his arms out from his body and pull him all the way down.

“This good?” I whisper in his ear.

“God yes, please just keep going.”

I thrust again.

Then he says. “When you pull out, go slow ‘til I tell you to stop.”

I feel him move under me. My thighs burn. I start to withdraw, and he clenches.

“Stop,” he gasps. “Just stop. Okay. Tilt up . . . yeah. Now. Small movements, in and . . .” He can’t finish the sentence. I’m following his directions, moving slowly, rubbing a spot inside him that makes his entire frame spasm every time I touch it with my cock.

Suddenly he arches up against me again, shuddering, gasping, and he’s ready to come which makes my dick about to explode. I drop his wrists and slide one arm under his armpit, cinching him to me, pulling him back further against my chest, while my other hand wraps around and presses hard against his groin. The added pressure of his body against mine, makes me come. So does he.

Nic’s cries are guttural. “Jesus. Oh God.”

My body begins to shake, pumping in time with his spasms. His abdomen is slick. His eyes are closed, his mouth open, his head tilted up and over my shoulder like a wounded hero. His throat works as he gasps, and I just keep pressing my arm around his chest and keep that hand bearing down on his groin. He’s in a dream state and I’m fucking watching all this.

I’ve never been there. I wish I could. With a last shudder, he finally goes heavy in my arms. I let go of his chest, and he breaks his fall forward and takes one hand and folds a pillow under his chest so his head can hang over. I slip my hand out from under his abdomen.

I rub his arms for a minute, kiss the back of his neck and neither of us speak.

Sweat glistens on his back. My cock slips out of him slowly. When my tip escapes, I tremble. My arms and legs feel like jelly and my left thigh is about to cramp.

Both of us are breathing hard.

I roll over and flop next to him on the bed. There’s a loud crack from the frame. He mumbles something.

“What?” My voice is hoarse.

He repeats, “Careful there, bed wrecker.”

Despite my nerves, my flood of rambling thoughts, I laugh. Then the cramp takes charge, and the laugh turns into a hiss.

Nic’s head swivels around “What’s wrong?” He half sits up balanced on an elbow.

“Fucking Charlie horse,” I say.

I fumble with sheets, but he’s already out of bed, slipping an arm around me and getting me up on my feet.

“Stomp it out,” he says, trying to get me to walk around the room. “Flatten that foot.”

It might as well have been “gout” I blurted out. I’m fucking too old for this. Damn it hurts.