“I’m ready,” I mumbled as though it were a curse when his thumb spread a bead of precome around my head.
“You’re wrong, but if you think you are, then the next half hour should be torture.”
He wasn’t wrong.
I lost track of how many minutes passed as he alternated between kissing me and working my cock with his hands and his mouth. Every so often, his damp fingers would drift down to my ass, teasing my rim before disappearing. I almost came at least a dozen times. It was a sheer force of will that kept me from emptying down his throat when the tip of his finger slipped inside me. It was agonizing, but there was no way I was complaining.
Well…at least, not until he got up and walked away.
He returned seconds later sporting a sexy smirk that made me want to be the one fucking him, but my ass clenched as I caught sight of him pouring lube into his hand with the square packet of a condom clamped between his teeth.
“I thought there wasn’t anything else in your magic bags,” I joked as he kneeled beside me.
“There wasn’t. I pay a little gay fairy to follow me around with condoms and lube. It’s a perk of being rich.”
I laughed, but it ended on a curse when his slick hand slid over me from base to tip. The condom landed on my stomach just seconds before his mouth covered mine.
“You’re killing me,” I groaned as he fisted my cock.
“It’ll be better this way. I swear.”
I reached out and gripped his hard-on. “I don’t need better. I just need you. Inside me. Now. Stop fucking around.”
His eyes were wary, but biting his lip, he nodded in understanding.
My whole body seized as his hand glided down my crease and circled the sensitive flesh. It had been too long for me. I’d loved to bottom with Shannon, but I’d never let anyone else touch me like this, not even the women I’d been with over the years.
And this was Henry. That alone had me perilously close to losing it.
“Relax,” he urged, using his other hand to generously drizzle lube over my balls until it dripped down to my ass.
“Oh God…” I trailed off, throwing an arm over my face.
The anticipation was killing me and once he was inside me, I wasn’t going to last more than a second. But I wanted that one fucking second with him stretching and filling me more than I’d wanted any orgasm in my life.
Misreading my reaction, he stilled his finger and used his other hand to remove my arm from over my face. I hated the look in his eyes. It was all wrong for what he was doing to me. The heat and feral desperation that usually filled his gaze had disappeared, leaving something hollow behind.
It pained me.
“Henry, wait,” I said, sitting up, but I didn’t have a chance to ask him what was wrong before one of his fingers filled me. “Fuck,” I breathed, falling back down.
My lips fell closed as he worked my ass with one finger and his other hand followed the same rhythm over my dick. It was overwhelming and intoxicating—but not nearly enough. I wanted the sting as he penetrated me. I wanted his breath on my shoulder as he pumped into me, giving me back everything I’d lost all those years ago.
And I wanted it from him.
Only him.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
My eyes popped open just as he added another finger, deliciously stretching me in preparation. I barely managed to hold his gaze as he curled his fingers and nearly sent me flying over the edge of release.
A knowing smile tipped his lips and his blue eyes branded me as he promised, “This doesn’t make you gay, Evan. It just makes you mine.”
I fucking hated labels. Always had.
But maybe that was because no one had ever given me the right one.
At least, not until that moment.
Gay. Straight. Bi. None of them fit me the way mine did rolling off Henry’s tongue.
Suddenly, it was the only label I’d ever wanted.
HIS HIPS LIFTED off the ground as I gently fucked him with my fingers. He’d been rock hard for nearly half an hour. He was close—just the way I wanted him. When I was done with Evan, I didn’t want him to remember the pain of his first time. I wanted him teetering so close to orgasm that, the moment I got inside him, he’d come damn near instantaneously.
I needed him desperate for seconds. Thirds. Fourths.
Forever.
I couldn’t lose him. That would be one crash I wouldn’t survive. We’d only been a we for hours, and I knew I never wanted to be a me again. Deep in my soul, I knew that Evan was it for me. While I had never been a praying man, right then, as he got his first real taste of pure ecstasy under my touch, I prayed to whatever god was willing to listen that I was it for him too.