Page 14 of Hushed

“I was thinking something pretty similar about you. And I want you to look and touch.” I’m already hard and throbbing, and this verbal foreplay is doing more for me than I thought it would.

“Lie on your back, then,” he says in his soft voice. I comply, stretching out naked on top of the quilt. He runs his hands over my pecs, down my abs, and over my legs. Every place he touches feels like he’s setting it on fire. When he leans over and takes me in his mouth, I have to work to keep myself from going for the gold. His suction is gentle, and he does something with his tongue that feels phenomenal. I start to push in, because I want to fuck his mouth. He receives me hungrily, making little moans that vibrate against the tip of my cock.

Then his palm slides up under my left arm and stops, because he’s just brushed up against the scar on the side of my rib cage.

I’ve got my hands behind my head. That’s the only way anybody ever finds it. I take his wrist, move it down onto my hip. He pulls away and gives me a devilish look. I move up over him, pressing him into the bed with my body. I kiss him, touching him everywhere my hands and lips can find until he’s wriggling in pleasure.

“I want you to fuck me,” he says.

“Where?”

“In Piscataway, New Jersey. In my ass! Where do you think?”

“Hey! There are more options than that. I don’t know how much you were able to prep in the five minutes we were apart.”

He makes a noise of disappointed agreement.

“Fortunately for you, I like this part. Knees up.”

He draws his feet close to his ass, and I put a pillow underneath his hips and slowly work lube into him. When I find his prostate, he moans and clenches around me for a few seconds.

He makes eye contact and gives me a subtle nod.

“Tell me how I’m doing. I want to hear it.”

I run my hands down his body. He arcs into me. “There,” he says when I lick at his nipple. I stroke him firmly while he moans.

“Yes.” His voice cracks on it. “God, yes.”

I roll the condom on and watch his face as I start to press in.

He closes his eyes and nods, breathing hard. I wait until he stops holding his breath. “Okay.” He starts to chuckle. “Oh, that’s really good.”

“Good. I’m going to make sure you have at least three anal orgasms.”

“That’s not a thing.”

I laugh at him. “Are you serious?”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just never come from being fucked.” He shrugs, and I blink at him in astonishment as I realize he has no idea what I’m talking about.

“Oh, baby boy, that’s not what it is.” I can’t control the amusement in my voice.

He looks at me suspiciously. “What is it, then?”

“Do you want me to show you?”

His eyes darken. “So much.”

I start with a deliberately slow rhythm that I know for a fact is going to drive him insane, counting my strokes and making sure to bottom out and pull almost completely out every time. And then I plunge in, fast and hard, and give him three strokes so deep that I have to hold onto his legs to prevent him from sliding across the bed.

“Levi!” he cries out, and it’s music to my ears to hear my name said like that.

I slow down again and repeat, edging him every time, and watching his face. Abruptly, his breath shortens. He looks down at himself, at his own cock, which is leaking precum onto his belly, and then up at me.

I hear the short gasps and see his face begin to tighten. His abdominal muscles curl, but he resists them. He forces himself back onto the quilt, a puzzled look on his face. His entire body clenches as his core goes into an involuntary contraction. I glance at his feet and see that even his toes have curled, and I kiss the side of his heel.

And then I feel the first one start, working against me, and I know exactly what it is because I’ve spent ten minutes aiming him at it.