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Things had been gentler between us since the picnic when he’d told me about his parents, and I was striving to show him that I appreciated how much he’d revealed to me. Things were settling into a more settled, almost couple-like dynamic between us, and I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying it.
We’d seemed to fall into our roles without a word. We didn’t seem to need a conversation about it, but as comfortable as it felt between us, the fact that we hadn’t talked at all about what things would look like down the line made me extremely nervous. Ever since my childhood, I hadn’t liked assuming anything, and that had become doubly true since Alex. I’d need to talk things through with him, and soon. Alex wouldn’t be here for much longer, and I wanted to know where I would stand with him when that happened. I was rapidly approaching the point when leaving would feel painful, and call me crazy, but I wanted to avoid any more pain than I needed to take on.
Regardless, things between us settled into more and more of a routine, which was how we found ourselves on the couch a few nights later, flipping through the different streaming services. I was shocked that he had Netflix and Amazon Prime subscriptions, but he’d laughingly told me that even though he might not have an Instagram account, he was still human, and he’d wanted to watch Good Omens when it came out like everyone else.
We learned we had a lot in common when it came to TV, but it took us forever to settle on what to watch. Finally, we decided on The Empire Strikes Back, of all things, since both of us agreed, wholeheartedly, that it was the best Star Wars movie.
As we sat on the couch together, I brought my legs up and swung them onto his lap, enjoying the way his fingers played over my legs.
The nostalgia of the movie had me entertained, particularly since I’d seen it so many times I could quote it by heart. But there was something about the combination of the old film, Dillon’s fingers that I could feel through the thin fabric of my pants, and the vulnerability he’d shown me in the last couple of days that was outright alchemical… not to mention the fact that he knew it as well as I did. I loved finding out that he was as big a nerd as I was.
And then there was the fact that we hadn’t had sex lately since I hadn’t been feeling well. But in that moment, everything was feeling right.
I wanted to be subtle about this—sneaky. He almost always took charge, and this time, I wanted to be the one to take control.
Just as Han came up behind Leia on the broken Falcon, I turned into his body, pressing my face into his neck and breathing in deeply. He pulled my hair away from the back of my neck so that it was open to the air and pulled me up so I was lying perfectly along him, all of our angles lining up perfectly.
My legs parted on top of him so that I was straddling him, our bodies lining up so perfectly that, if we’d been naked, he would’ve already been inside of me. I writhed around a little bit on top of him, hiding my smile as I felt him start to harden.
“What are you doing?” he said, tilting my head up to meet his eyes.
“Just trying to get comfortable.”
“Well, you’re making me uncomfortable.”
I looked up at him, resting my chin on his chest and blinking innocently up at him. “Sorry.”
He stared hard at me before looking back at the screen, where Han and Leia were very slowly coming together for their first kiss. I rested my head on his chest for a second before sliding even more slowly down his body as I brought my hand to his inner thigh, dragging it up toward his hardening cock.
I’d just slid my hand into his pants when he reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up to him. “I knew it.”
I grinned up at him. “Dammit. I was counting on Star Wars to keep you distracted.”
“How much do you think Star Wars can keep me when you’re working on me like that?” He pulled me back up and kissed me hard. Leaving the TV on, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom as I reached down to pull his shirt off, continuing to kiss him hungrily. I’d planned on taking control, this once, but he handled me with so much gentleness, and I’d trusted him so deeply that I found myself diving headfirst into his dominance, allowing him to bring me to levels of arousal and pleasure I’d never experienced before.
In the room, we ripped off each other’s clothes with so much avarice that someone walking by might think that we were devouring each other. When he’d gotten my shirt off, I bent forward to press my lips to his chest, peppering kisses down his body as I pushed him back toward the bed. Soon enough I found myself on my knees in front of him, my hands working quickly to undo the buckle on his jeans.
I’d sucked him off before, usually as a way to wake him up in the mornings when I felt him pressing into me, but I hardly ever got the chance to enjoy him, to take my time with it before he was pulling me up and practically jumping on me. Not that I complained, but I loved every part of fucking him, and sometimes I just wanted to enjoy this part.
When I took him into my mouth, my eyes fluttered closed at the heady, musky taste of him, and he groaned as he thrust in. He reached down and wove his fingers into my hair, and I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock—the part I couldn’t get into my mouth—as I massaged the head with my lips and gums and tongue. He moaned deeper at that, and I opened my mouth to try to take him even deeper, feeling him tickle the back of my throat. He was big enough that it took effort to continue working him with my mouth, but there was no way I was going to admit defeat.
I reached down with my other hand to play with myself, moaning around him when I felt how wet I was. Giving him pleasure had become as much of a pleasure for me as having him any other way, and I wanted him to know that.
Too soon, I was being pulled up to face him, and he spun me around so that I was lying back on the bed with him backing me up, slowly. My legs parted for him automatically, and we found ourselves back in the same position we’d been in before, but with his comforting weight on top of me.
“I need to feel you around me when I come,” he said into my ear, his voice lowered into a growl. If it were possible to get even more turned on, that sentence had just turned me up to eleven.
I wrapped my ankles around his back, and he thrust into me so hard that I almost came at that second. As it was, I knew it wouldn’t be long.
There were no words for the way that my body responded to him and the way he always seemed to get these reactions for me without fail.
He stilled inside of me, allowing me to adjust, but even though his size was something that always brought me to the edge of the good kind of insanity, I knew I’d go insane if he didn’t start moving soon.
I brought my hands up, pushing on his shoulders so that we were rolling over. With me on top of him, it brought him even deeper, and I groaned into his mouth at the feeling. I began to ride him, leaning forward and placing my hands on his shoulders for balance.
Without warning, he sat up, clasping me close to him as he kissed me, telling me without words that he planned on devouring me every way he could.
In that moment, as he held me to him, burying himself in me as deep as he could, the climax I’d felt building shattered through me, and I gasped into his mouth as I felt my muscles clench around him.
