Page 21 of Muscle Cub

Just thinking about needing the pills was enough to make me spin out. The fear I might lose my erection was one of the most likely ways to ensure that I did.

Talk about a feedback loop.

I was hard now, but I’d fallen for that fleeting certainty before.

The what-if thoughts went straight to my dick, and here I was at that shitty spiral.

No, no, no, no, no.

I was losing it.

Austin thought I was only struggling with the seal on the new lube bottle. “Hand that over.” He clawed off the plastic wrapping, squirted a few drops on his fingertips, and reached between his legs to prep himself. Within seconds, he was lying back, ready for me.

I would’ve enjoyed doing that to him. It also would’ve helped to drag it out a bit longer. Rushing things definitely did not.

I tore the condom package open with my teeth, hoping I still looked like I knew what I was doing.

Austin watched me with heat and anticipation, playing with his cock. He scooted down closer to where I knelt on the bed and lifted his legs.

Goddamn, that was my kryptonite—a man with his feet in the air for me. Wheelbarrow Boy.

At least I’d have the image in my head to jack off to for the rest of my days.

I fumbled with the condom, bumping into his nuts as I tried to roll it on in the right direction. He pulled his sac out of the way to give me easier access, and then I tried to sort of stuff the condom full of not quite hard enough dick into him.

Which, as anyone who has ever tried this last-ditch, desperate move knows, doesn’t work.

I pulled back and futilely slapped my sheathed, softening dick against his perfect, willing hole.

“Everything okay down there?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I groaned in frustration. “The condom just…”

“I’m on PrEP…” he said, putting an option out there.

“Yeah, me too, but…” I’d been taking it for months like a tiny seed of dormant hope that someday I’d need it, but even if Austin and I had discussed barebacking earlier—and no matter how much the thought appealed to me—I likely couldn’t now. I was unprepared for this much luck. I was the proverbial dog who’d caught the fucking car. I sighed and reached for words that would let him off the hook. “I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous. It’s just been a while for me, and…”

Austin dropped his feet, sat up, and leaned toward me. “It happens to everybody. It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” Without meeting his eyes, I shook my head and removed the condom. “It sucks being a top who can’t get hard enough to fuck.” I chuckled bitterly.

He took my hand. “Then let me take care of you.” He pulled me back onto the mattress with him, rolled me onto my back, and kissed me until I finally surrendered and relaxed. He slid down my body, propped on his elbows, between my legs, and took my half-hard dick into his mouth.

Thank God for options. It was heaven.

I watched him as if it were happening to someone else, but there was no way he was only doing this to make me feel better. He was enjoying himself too. He was hungry for me. At one point, he lay with his head against my hip, his eyes were open, looking up at my body. He spread his hand across my belly and moaned.

My orgasm pulled from every extremity and coiled in my core. It paused for one, two, three heartbeats, and finally released.

With a roar, I came down Austin’s throat. They surely heard me all up and down the holler.

I could’ve sworn I heard someone somewhere applaud.

9

It was the first time I’d come with someone else in longer than I could remember. While I was still panting and seeing stars, Austin crawled up beside me, threw a massive arm over my chest, and nuzzled his face between my neck and shoulder. He wriggled a few times, settled his limbs into the empty spaces between mine, and, with a big sigh, promptly fell asleep.

Under most circumstances, I couldn’t have slept without reading first, but I couldn’t reach my Kindle without moving, and I was in no hurry to disturb him. His weight, his warmth, his scent… Beyond seduction and sex, this was a comfort we all dreamed of.