Paging Dr Scott
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Easing his fingers from Darcy's body, Sheridan smiled as he gazed down into the desire-blown sienna orbs.
He reached for the condom in his lab coat, tearing the foil with his teeth. The realisation that he was about to lose his virginity crossed Darcy's face.
“It's okay. I promise you that I'll be gentle,” Sheridan told him as he rolled the latex down his length while making sure to keep a close eye on his young lover.
The last thing he wanted right now was for Darcy to bolt.
“You're so beautiful right now, Darcy, so perfect,” he whispered and reached down to gently raise Darcy's legs one at a time so that his thighs rested over his, enabling him to kneel comfortably between the strong thighs. Slow caresses soothed Darcy as he gently pressed the tip of his cock against the clenching ring of flesh, rubbing it slowly back and forth so that Darcy would get accustomed to the feel of the latex-encased cock before he pressed gently forwards.
“Breathe, baby; it's going to be all right,” Sheridan said as he heard the whimper escape Darcy's lips when he was breeched for the first time. Sheridan stilled momentarily, allowing Darcy the time to become accustomed to having the first inch of his cock buried inside him. He knew that it was going to be all right when Darcy opened his eyes and smiled at him.
Reaching out with his free hand, Darcy brushed it against Sheridan's right arm as if he wanted to reassure himself that he was really there and this wasn't all a figment of his imagination. “Please move.”
“You sure?” He really didn't want to rush this because a bad first time would be remembered for a very long time.
“I'm sure.”
Sheridan smiled and moved his hands slowly up until they settled on Darcy's slim hips. Sheridan gripped them firmly as he pushed forwards, so another inch of his length slid home and caused Darcy to moan. The sound sent another wave of pleasure over Sheridan's body; his cock throbbed in anticipation of being completely buried inside the tight heat of the younger man's body. He knew it was all he could do to keep it together long enough to give Darcy the first time he deserved.
“God, you're tight.” Sheridan growled as he sank fully into his lover, stilling briefly as he waited for him to get used to being so full.
Before Darcy had a chance to protest the lack of movement, Sheridan began a gentle, slow in and out motion that was in time with the rise and fall of Darcy's chest as he breathed through the pleasure of his first time.
The slow burn of the sex was probably bordering on torture for Darcy but it was Sheridan's way of being careful.
“Fuck me, please. I'm not made of glass. You won't break me,” Darcy begged as he stared right into his eyes.
Sheridan smoothed his hands over Darcy's hips lightly while he kept his movements slow.
“I know you're not,” Sheridan said before withdrawing almost fully and plunging deeply back into Darcy's body, causing him to cry out as he brushed his prostate. When he heard the impassioned cry, Sheridan knew that his lover was close and he upped his movement, thrusting hard and deep as Darcy's hand slipped from the headboard to tangle in the sheets. He arched his back and moaned wantonly.
Darcy's cock lay neglected against his abdomen; pre-cum left a wet trail against his honeyed flesh. Sheridan had never seen a more beautiful sight. A light sheen of perspiration covered Darcy's body and his dark hair fanned out around him in the pillows almost like a dark halo. His body arched like a bow as he lost himself to the sensations.
It took all of Sheridan's willpower to take his eyes away from the engorged cock moving against Darcy's stomach as he continued to pound into him. He knew that his lover was close; he could tell by the way he had become incoherent with his moans and groans. Sheridan rapidly approached the point of no return himself.
He took one hand from Darcy's right hip and reached out to wrap his long fingers around the silken shaft of Darcy's cock. The mewls of pleasure drove him to stroke him in time with his thrusts as he wanted to bring him over with him if at all possible. It only took a matter of minutes for Darcy to crash into his orgasm. His semen splashed hotly over his stomach and Sheridan's hand as he pumped his cock skilfully.
Watching the way Darcy threw his head back into the pillows, his body arching upwards as he came before dropping onto the mattress in exhaustion, was all it took for Sheridan to lose himself. He came hard inside his lover, breathing fast and deep. He knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before Darcy recovered from the intensity of his first time. Gripping the condom at the base of his cock, Sheridan eased out of Darcy's body gently and moved to one side to remove the condom, tie it off, and toss it into the wastepaper bin beside the bed. He turned back and smiled as he took in the soft sienna eyes that were regarding him with an almost childlike curiosity.
“Hey, are you all right?” Sheridan asked as he reached out tentatively and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Darcy's face.
“I'm fine,” he whispered, letting his eyes lower shyly as he leant into the soft caress.
“I didn't hurt you, did I?”
“No, it was perfect,” Darcy told him. “You've given me the best birthday present anyone has ever given me.”
“I'm glad you liked it. Now you might be sore in the morning,” he told him seriously as Darcy winced when he rolled onto his side so he could face him without twisting his head.
“It will have been worth it.” Darcy reached out one hand and tentatively ran his fingers lightly over Sheridan's thigh, skimming the soft hairs that covered the muscles as he watched him closely. “No one has ever made me feel the way that you do.”
“I'm glad that I make you happy. At the risk of scaring you off, I want to tell you that I've fallen hard and fast for you, Darcy. I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend the rest of my life with than you.” Sheridan could only hope he wouldn't scare Darcy away.
“I've never been with anyone like you. I've come to enjoy every moment that we get to spend together,” Darcy said as he pushed up onto his elbow so he could come closer. He blushed as he felt Sheridan's strong fingers brush the red streak of hair away from his cheek. “You know that I love you, don't you?”
“I hoped you felt the same way, but was afraid to ask. I didn't want to pressure you, given your past history.”
Sheridan cradled Darcy's cheek in his palm and his thumb stroked along the high cheekbone as he regarded the love shining in the brown eyes.
“I don't want to think about him when I'm with you.
You're all that matters to me now.”
Sheridan leant in and brushed his lips against Darcy's gently at first; his fingers carded through the silky hair as he moved to deepen the kiss. His tongue battled Darcy's for dominance as his lover responded to him eagerly. He could hear the heady whimpers as he manoeuvred him down into the pillows once more, all the while exploring his mouth and caressing his hair.
“You're so beautiful,” he whispered as he pulled out of the kiss, grinning at the slightly dazed expression on Darcy's face and the saliva-moistened lower lip as he panted for breath.
“You're not bad yourself,” Darcy said with a smile when he regained his breath as Sheridan moved to lie beside him, wrapping his arm around his waist. Darcy pressed soft kisses to his shoulder as he cuddled closer. “I love you.” He sighed contentedly.
“I love you too. Now we should try and sleep. I have to work tomorrow.” Sheridan looked down into Darcy's sleepy eyes. He could see his lover was exhausted, but clearly very content.
The End
About the Author
Rosina Scott lives in a small Lincolnshire village in the United Kingdom. She has been writing fiction for as long as she can remember and has had a lifelong dream to be a published author. Her genres have been numerous over the years, but she has recently found her niche in sensual male homoerotica.
Rosina has an extremely kinky side and loves seeing hot men in all manner of situations involving the more unusual of pastimes, which shines through in her work as she writes fiction wi
th a strong element of kink and an underlying tenderness.
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Also by Rosina Scott:
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Paging Dr Scott
Available from Dreamspinner Press:
Razor's Kiss
To Fly Again