Page 33 of When The Dust Settles

He emptied into my ass and I realized at that moment I had never felt closer or more connected to another person, ever. Sex wasn’t love, I knew that, but I was changed because of this, and not merely because now I knew what I’d been missing. He knew me, truly saw me, and he was the only one who had ever cared enough to look.

“Oh Glenn,” he croaked, lifting me up from my hands so I was upright but still on my knees with his cock pulsing inside of me. One of his hands was wrapped around my throat, the other pressing down on my abdomen. “You are so fucked.”

I scoffed. “Well, yeah, I was.”

“No,” he whispered into my hair. “You have no idea what you just did.”

“And what did I do?” I asked, leaning back, letting my head bump his, our cheeks scraping together, my short beard and mustache on his stubble.

“You gave yourself to me.”

I had. “It was stupid, what I thought before.”

“Tell me.”

“I thought I wouldn’t be a man anymore if I was on the bottom.”

“You thought you’d be less.”

“Yes.”

“But now you know that’s stupid because top or bottom has nothing to do with being a man. You’re doing what you want and what feels right at the time.”

All I could do was nod.

“But that doesn’t mean that we can’t switch it up next—”

“No,” I said quickly, my voice thick with lingering passion and emotion. “I’d like to have you—I want it just this same way again.”

“Whatever you want,” he husked, easing gently from my sensitive channel.

The feel of his slick cum brought another thought to mind. I cleared my throat. “Maclain?”

“You’re worried about the condom,” he said, taking my face in his hands so he could ease me to a sitting position.

“Not worried, just—I mean, I’ve never been with… and it’s been well over some years since there was a girl and I’ve been tested and I’m fine but I should have told you that and I have the results in my e-mail if you—”

“I have mine saved on my phone,” he explained, pushing my hair out of my eyes and tracing over my cheeks with his thumbs. “I can show it to—”

“No, I just wondered why you didn’t put one on.”

“Well, because I know there hasn’t been anyone for you, and I’m always careful, so I wasn’t worried about it.”

“How did you know there was no one for me?”

“Remember how I told you I’ve been keeping tabs on you?”

I did. “Yeah.”

“What I didn’t say was that any guy lingering around your restaurant waiting for it to close, waiting to get a chance at you… I’ve quietly discouraged them.”

“You’re lying.” I chuckled, my heart beating wildly, hoping it was true. To someone else it might seem a bit scary; to me, staking that kind of claim was crazy, stupid hot.

“Oh no I ain’t,” he promised me, his eyes, still dark with hunger, riveted on my face. “And since just thinking about being inside of you has forced me to take more cold showers than I can possibly ever count, I was sure as hell not going to offer to glove up for no good reason.”

“Because you knew we were safe.”

“I did,” he admitted, his gaze never wavering as he drew me in for a kiss. It was tender but thorough, and when he was done checking my tonsils, he gave me a smug grin. “I would never put you at risk for anything. Not ever. I swear.”