by Sasha Goldie
I relaxed my jaw, tucking my teeth far out of the way and giving him everything I had.
Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the experience, thinking about the future. This would be the time we remembered. In years to come, when we thought about our first time, he would remember the amazing blowjob I gave him, then we'd enjoy ourselves trying to recreate the first time.
My own dick ached in my pants, waiting for its turn. Ian slowed, and I was able to use my mouth more without fear of accidentally hurting him. I sucked as he slowly moved his hips, loosening his grip on my hair and smoothing it down as his orgasm waned.
He pulled his dick from my mouth and sat beside me on the bed, removing the condom and throwing it into a trash can I hadn't seen until he tossed the condom into it.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked him, feeling a tiny bit of apprehension.
He moved over me, taking my mouth. I hadn't expected him to move so fast. I didn't even have time to close my lips before he kissed me, pushing me backward on the bed as he straddled me. I pushed my tongue toward him, and he sucked it hard into his mouth.
"Let me show you how much I enjoyed it."
I shimmied back on the bed, giving him more room to work his magic. Throwing my head back onto the bed, I closed my eyes and felt him move over my chest the way I had his, his mouth exploring my pecs, my stomach. I hoped he didn't mind chest hair, because I had a lot more than he did.
Cracking one eye, I looked down at the top of his head just as he ran his tongue from my chest down to my belly button. With nimble fingers, he unbuttoned my slacks, pulling them and my underwear off as I lifted my hips.
He scooted down to grab the string of condoms that I'd dropped on the floor, giving me a mischievous grin. "You look like a strawberry man to me."
I clenched my butt muscles so my dick would bounce in his face. "Sounds good to me."
He spread the condom on slowly, moving at a snail's pace. His mouth followed his hands, and I nearly sighed out loud as I felt his hot lips close around my head.
"Ian, damn." He hummed as he sucked me into his mouth, vibrating my dick, a feeling I felt all the way into my balls. "I like that," I said in a strangled whisper.
He hummed harder as he sucked, using his closed hand to give me a half-handjob, half-blowjob.
Watching him move up and down on my cock only heightened the experience, so I raised myself up onto my elbows so I could watch. He alternated between sucking and licking, taking me close to the edge, then letting me cool down.
I'd hoped he'd always remember the first time I blew him, but it looked like I'd be the one with the fond memories.
"Ian," I said, tapping him on the shoulder. "I want you."
I didn't want to come first and then he come later. I wanted us to reach our orgasms at the same time if at all possible.
"Now, please." I nodded my head at him, encouraging him to work his way back up my body. "Fuck me?"
"Gladly."
His lips trailed a path up my stomach and chest, until he kissed my lips softly, one hand still on my dick. "We haven't talked about, uh, how you'd prefer to do this?" I assumed he was talking about which of us would be bottom or top. I preferred bottom, but whatever he wanted was fine by me.
"Do you have a preference?" I asked, hoping our preferred positions might line up.
"Well, I like both. Do you have a preference?" He sat beside me on the bed, slowly stroking me.
"I do. I'm hoping it's the opposite of yours." Grinning, I took the box and ripped it open, throwing it beside the other one on the floor. I was too neat to leave them there, but not so neat it couldn't wait until we were done.
"Same time?"
I nodded. "On three. One, two, three. Bottom."
At the same time, he said, "Top."
"Oh, thank goodness." I laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips. "We really are compatible."
Taking the condoms from his hand, I ripped one off and opened it, grabbing his cock and stroking it several times while we kissed. When I couldn't wait any longer to have him inside me, I rolled the condom down his dick.
"Lie back," Ian whispered, reaching into the bedside table.
He pulled out the bottle of lube from our previous encounter, squirting a little onto my hand so I could spread it across him.
Doing as he asked, I turned and lay on the pillows, reaching my arms out to him and spreading my legs so he could settle between them.
I rubbed the excess lube onto my own cock as Ian focused on me. He squeezed out a bit of lube, dripping it slowly onto my ass.
Moaning, I tried not to get too excited as he spread the liquid all over me, rubbing and kneading, slowly working his way closer and closer. Every inch he moved made my dick twitch.
With his other hand, he spread some of the lube onto my balls, intentionally ignoring my dick, slowly and gently massaging them as well.
Finally, his fingers reached the spot I wanted them the most. Slowly, he pushed one inside, alternating the pressure levels until I moaned with desire.
"You want more?" he whispered, moving his body up mine so he would be in the right position.
"Please." I looked into his eyes until he pressed a kiss on my lips. "Now," I said more forcefully.
He pressed the head of his dick against my star, the pressure delicious. I moaned. "More."
Sucking in his breath, he pushed forward. "You're so tight. I want to come already."
"I told you it's been a while." I grinned, knowing how good he was feeling at that moment. He pushed in far enough to hit that spot, the one that drove me crazy, and I arched my back, pushing my dick upward.
"Grab yourself."
Sucking in a deep breath, I did as he said, the lube still slick on my cock. Stroking myself, I watched Ian as he watched us, watched himself glide in and out of me as my hand moved on my own dick. "Jesus, Nate. This is amazing."
I agreed, but I was nearly beyond words. "I'm going to come soon, Ian." I wasn't lasting very long, but hell. He was right, it was hot as fuck. "Ian," I said desperately.
He sped up with a groan, his eyes still on our joined bodies.
As he moved faster, I slowed my hand, gripping myself tighter to slow the progress of my orgasm. "Hurry."
Ian increased his thrusts again. "Nate, come now," he said, pounding into me with an expression of bliss on his face. He closed his eyes, riding out his orgasm, but I kept mine open, eyes on his face as my cum filled the condom still on my dick as he slowed his movements inside me, finishing.
With a shudder, he collapsed on top of me, his lips landing on mine. I laughed into his mouth, blissfully happy about what we'd done.
His face buried in my neck, he chuckled too.
I rubbed my hands across his back. "That was amazing."
He sat up on his elbow. "That was fast."
His words caused us both to laugh again. "It's okay. We have time to practice."
Did we, though? The feelings between us made me believe we had the rest of our lives to expand on our sexual desires, but my insecurities slapped my happy feelings in the face.
I told myself to shut up and enjoy the afterglow. We cleaned up together in the bathroom again, me at the sink and Ian in the shower. "Will you sleep with me?" he asked.
Smiling down at the water running into the drain, I nodded my head. "Happily."
18
Ian
The incessant clanging of an alarm clock woke me up bright and early. My eyes opened to the back of Nate’s head. Smiling, I squeezed the arm around his waist. "Good morning."
Nate stretched, rolling over to face me. "Morning," he said with a smile. "What is that?" The muffled sound of the alarm got a little louder. "Oh." He laughed. "My phone." He threw the covers off, getting up to walk around the bed. Pulling the phone out of his pants, he turned back to me, wearing the boxers he’d slept in. "Time to get up." His tousled hair begged to be grabbed.
My eyes on the obvious bulge in Nate’s boxers, I threw back the blankets. "Not yet.
Come here," I patted the bed beside me. "We’ve got a few minutes."
He glanced at his phone again, then grinned at me before tossing it onto the bedside table. Instead of walking back around, he launched himself over me, landing hard beside me. The bounce knocked me nearly on top of him.
"I like this," I told him. "Good idea." Lowering my head, I pressed a soft kiss on his lips. "I'd forgotten what it's like to wake up beside someone." A man could get used to it.
"You hated it, didn't you?" He had a twinkle in his eye as he continued. "I hogged the covers and kicked you all night, right?"
His eyes had the power to mesmerize me if I let them. "Of course. But I think I could get used to it." I pressed my lips against his again.
"You know, I really thought your alarm was a rooster. I'm pleasantly surprised to find out it's not." This time he looked completely serious.
My shoulders shook as I tried to kiss him again but couldn't for my laughter. I gave in and rolled to my back, chuckling. "Rooster? I know you're from the city, but surely you didn't think I had chickens."
Nate lifted himself over me, mimicking my position. "What do I know about how the country folk live?" He fake-flipped his hair. "I’ve never even seen a live chicken."
"That can’t be true." I pursed my lips and stared him down.
"It’s not. But it sounded good, right?"
I grabbed his hair that had been begging for my attention, using it to lower Nate's mouth to mine and hold it there. "Time to stop talking," I whispered against his lips.
He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue past my lips. With a small growling sound, I softened my hold on his hair and massaged his scalp as I moved my hands toward the back of his neck. He settled down on top of me, the hardness of his dick pressing into my thigh.
My own dick strained to be freed from my boxer briefs. Reaching down, I pulled it out of my underwear, then grabbed Nate's hand, guiding it to my shaft as he continued to kiss me.
Sucking in a deep breath and lifting my hips up, I moaned to show him how much I liked the way his hand moved over me.
Finally breaking the kiss, I looked deep into his eyes. "Move beside me," I whispered.
The bed creaked as he adjusted himself, his hand still working my cock until I twisted to reach into my bedside table for the lube. When I turned back, Nate had his own cock out, one hand gripping its base.
A bead of moisture fell from the tip, gliding down his shaft toward his hand. I wanted to lick it off, but that would open a whole can of sexual adventures we really didn't have time for this morning.
Instead, I put a few drops of the lube into my hand, then dripped a few onto my cock.
Nate ran his hands into the lube, then used it to work me up, his sure grip heaven on my morning wood. I ran my slick hands over his, doing my best to focus on his pleasure and prolong mine. He must've been doing the same thing, because a few times, he slowed his hand on me at the moment I gave him particularly strong strokes.
My lips found his as our hands worked each other, fucking his mouth with mine almost frantically. We’d been born to kiss each other.
I wanted to wake up like this for the rest of our lives, to fuck him into oblivion in every imaginable way possible. For the morning, I'd settle for watching my cum squirt all over his cock and bare chest. I pulled my lips from his just before I came. I wanted to see his hand bring me to completion. Just a few moments after, he joined me with a groan, his hot sperm hitting my abdomen. I stroked his cock a few more times to make sure he finished, then reached for the tissues by my bed, holding out the box to him.
We cleaned up our hands, then headed to the bathroom to finish. This time, Nate hopped in the shower while I used the sink. After cleaning up, I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. "I'll get us some breakfast going," I said when I finished.
"Sounds good, thank you." His words were muffled. I wanted to peek in the shower to see the water cascading down his toned body, but I resisted, heading out to start our food instead.
My mind on the future, I grabbed the ingredients for omelets, having changed into my coveralls. Maybe Carson was right. Maybe it was time to move on, whether it worked out with Nate or not. A change of scenery might be exactly what I needed. I could go to the city, rent an apartment, maybe get a job in a shop. If I hated it, I could move back to Three Lakes or somewhere else. There was absolutely nothing tying me down, so why did I think I had no option besides the town I grew up in?
Nate knew all about real estate sales. Maybe he'd have good advice about selling the shop. At the least, he could help me make sure I got a good deal if I did decide to go through with it. I wouldn't have to say anything about a relationship, or that we should rush into anything. Just that I'd been mulling it over and hoped he would help me do it right.
As I folded the eggs, I decided to ask him. What could it hurt?
Nate walked in, wearing what I'd begun to think of as his work clothes. Slacks with a tucked-in dress shirt. "Smells great," he said. Grabbing my waist, he kissed the back of my neck before reaching around me to get two glasses out of the drainer. "Thank you for cooking again."
He filled our glasses with juice and sat at the table as I dished out the enormous omelet, cutting it in half. "I swear, I'm a good cook. I'll prove it to you eventually." Looking up at me with a smile, he took his plate. "You'll love my recipe for Italian chicken casserole."
Working up my nerve to bring up the sale, I took a bite. As I chewed, I mulled over the right words to say that wouldn't sound like I was selling my business just to move to the city to be with him.
That wasn't my reasoning. If a relationship with Nate came as a byproduct, then great. But as Nate had pointed out, I lived in my parents' home, above my parents' shop, in my parents' town. I had no animosity toward any of those things, but at some point, I would have to branch out and create a life and home of my own instead of being glued into the past.
"How do you like living in the city?" I finally asked, then mentally slapped myself for starting so vaguely.
Nate smiled at me. "Fine. It's all I've ever known." He went back to his eggs.
"Oh, okay. I always hear how bad the traffic is in Portland." I’d been there a few times and experienced it myself. It was part of the reason I’d always said I’d never live there. Suddenly it didn’t seem so bad.
"I suppose it is," he said with a shrug. "But I live inside the city, not far from my work. If I lived on the outskirts and had to commute in and out every day, I might complain more about the hassle of it all, but since I'm right there, I just walk or take the subway or bus. Or a cab."
"What do you do with your car?" Damn, I really wanted to avoid the subject. When had I turned into such a coward?
"A garage under my apartment. I take it out from time to time, but I usually wait for times when the traffic won't make me mad."
Chuckling, I took another big bite of my omelet, contemplating just blurting it out.
Just as I opened my mouth to do just that, Nate's phone rang. He'd just taken the last bite of his omelet. "Damn, it's Crissy. I have to take this." He gave me an apologetic smile and stood, walking from the room. "Hey, what's up?"
Well, that got me out of that predicament. As I cleared the table and ran water to wash the few dishes we'd dirtied, I decided to just wait and ask him at dinner.
Nate finished his call about the same time I put the last dish in the drainer. "I'm so sorry. I was going to offer to do those since you cooked again."
"I don't mind." I grabbed a towel and dried my hands. "I'm going to go open up the shop and get started for the day."
Nate nodded. "Okay. I think I'll go to the diner and work on my laptop for a while. Honestly, if I'm here, I'm going to be tempted to be downstairs with you all day."
He grabbed his briefcase from his room and walked down to the shop with me. After pressing a kiss on my lips, he walked out the door and toward the diner. When I realized I was staring pointedly at his ass, I forced myself to turn and get to
work. He was right. If he stayed and worked from here, my mind would constantly be on him and wondering what he was doing.
19
Nate
Walking out of the shop had been difficult, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. Sure, Ian was amazing, and sure, I was growing to be a bit attached to him, but the butterflies in my stomach were something that happened to teenagers. And it wasn't like we'd embarked on a new relationship, not really. Sure, we could see where things went, but neither of us had said anything about trying to form a real bond.
A shiver danced up my spine as I walked toward the diner. Late spring in the mountains meant snow and chill, even going towards months other states were blazing hot. I hurried up the walk and into the diner, welcoming the warm, pie-scented air.
"Welcome," the host said. "Nate, right?" He smiled and handed me a menu. For the life of me, I couldn't remember his name.
"Yes, hi. Sorry, your name won't come to me," I said as I took the menu.
"Tyler. My aunt is Daisy, she owns the diner."
Daisy stuck her head out the door. "Did I hear my name?" She asked before noticing me. "Well, hi, sugar! You here without Ian today?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'm here to hopefully use your Wi-Fi and get a little work done."
She beamed. "I'm glad to hear it. We want young people to come in and have coffee like they do in the big city shops. We've got the best coffee in town, after all."
I grunted and headed toward an open booth in the back corner. "Whatever. You've got the best coffee in the state."
"Boy, with a mouth like that you're forcing me to give you a free cup." By the time I sat down at the booth, she'd come around the counter with the mug and coffee pot.
"Thank you," I said, knowing damn well I'd be paying for the coffee. I wasn't going to mooch off of her Wi-Fi all day then not pay for at least the coffee. "You're too kind."
"Don't I know it. You take your time, stay all day." She patted my hand and bustled off to another table, greeting them as loudly as she had me. Her voice carried across the diner. "Yeah, he's staying with Ian, but I'm telling you right now, there's more there than Ian just giving a stranger a place to stay. That boy is exactly what Ian needs after that no-good Scott left." She turned her eyes toward me and realized I was listening. "You eat that pie up and I'll have Tyler bring you another piece. You're entirely too skinny, George." She patted the man on the back the same way she had me.
