Page 44 of Wedge

He switches back and forth a few times, then fumbles with my jeans. “Take these off,” he demands, and I oblige, shimmying them down my thighs, toeing off my shoes, and removing the jeans entirely. He presses a palm against my cock over my briefs, and I grunt, thrusting up against him before I can stop myself. His fingers wrap around me through my briefs and, goddamn, that feels good. Then he’s tugging the briefs and I lift my hips to let him. He hisses out a breath.

“Damn, Stephen,” he hums appreciatively. I know I’m decent sized, not enormous and not as thick as he is. Going by what I saw in the bathhouse, I’m slightly longer than average and fairly normal around. Curved up a little. Women seemed to like it; no idea if a guy would. “Pretty,” he murmurs, stroking softly. “Would hit a prostate so nice.”

“Hope so,” I reply, twitching under his hand.

He looks up in surprise. “I thought you were the experienced one?”

I huff a laugh. “Men are a new thing for me,” I admit. Then I clear my throat and make myself tell him the truth. “Since I met you, actually.”

Several expressions cross his face at this, finally settling on pleased. “I… haven’t done that. By the way. Just… read about it. Mine’s not curved.”

I smile. “Yours is great. Bigger than mine. Gonna feel so good.” I twitch under his hand again. “So,” I continue, “Tell me what you want and I’ll do my best to deliver. Gonna have to teach me though. Hope I’m not as bad as my dancing.”

He huffs a laugh, and I can see this has the effect I wanted. I want to please him. I want him to feel empowered to get what he wants, not the other way around.

He looks at me, a little puzzled. “Don’t want to fuck me?”

“If that is what you want. But I really want you to top.”

His eyes widen.

“You’d let me fuck you?”

In reply, I lift my legs, opening myself to him, letting his hips fall between my thighs. I grab my knees and wiggle a little, getting comfortable. “I want you to. Not just let. Want. I prepped, Adrian.”

“Stephen, I can’t just shove it in! That hurts!” he objects.

“I took care of it, baby,” I reply, crunching my abs up to plant a kiss on his mouth. “Been using some toys to get ready. Because I want your cock. Fantasized about you inside me, Adrian. Lube’s on the bedside table.” I nod in its direction.

“No, wait,” he says. “Wait. You’ve never done this before and you’re going to just…” he stops. “Let me?”

“Adrian. Please listen to me.” I lower my legs and pull his face down to mine. “Since I met you, my entire identity has been turned upside down.” I kiss his mouth, peppering kisses on those plump lips. “I want you.” I suck his lower lip into my mouth, and he whimpers. “You. More than anyone I’ve ever met. Any. One.” Another kiss. “Never done this with a guy.” Kisses along his jaw to a spot under his ear that makes him shiver. “So maybe I’m going about this all wrong?” Another kiss, this time on his neck.

“If I was a woman, what would you do?” he asks.

Whew, that’s unexpected. I clear my throat.

“Tell me,” he insists. “I want to know.”

Okay, then. “Women are complicated. Most do not just fuck. Assuming this is our fourth or fifth date, and we’ve already done the get-to-know-you bit, and I’ve bought her four or five dinners, and tickets to the theater, and a concert…”

“Just get to the fucking,” he interrupts and I cough, and laugh.

“Okay. If I brought her here? Which I have never done, by the way; you are the first. I’d start by kissing her.” I kiss his lips again, sucking softly until he whimpers. “Then? I push her back onto the bed and strip her.”

I roll us over and press my mouth to his. “Okay?” I ask and he gives me a quick nod, so I start pulling his clothes from his body. “Starting at the top. I’d kiss every inch of her.” I punctuate that line with kisses. Sucking on his skin as it’s revealed, licking over the rose on his collarbone, running my fingers over his amazing biceps and the lean muscle in his shoulders, lingering on his nipples until he squirms, then kissing lower, over the phoenix on his stomach, swirling in his navel. I run a finger over the top of his jeans, raising an eyebrow in question, and he nods again, so I pull his boxer briefs and jeans off in one go.

I lick the sides of his Adonis belt, sucking kisses that make a lot of noise, then hover over his cock. He’s starting to pant. So thick. So pretty. Pre-cum beading the tip. “I make a note of her tells.” I lick at a spot just under his nipple that makes him gasp. “Spend a lot of time between her thighs, making sure she is ready.” I look up at him. “Can I lick you?”

Enthusiastic nods.

With that, I lick him from the bottom of his cock to the tip, then suck him in as deep as I can. Mm. I lick his balls, sucking each one lightly.

“Fuck!” he gasps, threading his fingers in my hair. I hum happily as I test my ability to deep throat. My gag reflex needs some work, but I try, then retreat to suck, marveling at the taste and feel of a cock in my mouth. His cock. Adrian’s cock in my mouth. I had him in my mouth in the hot tub, but this is slower, I can savor him. I stroke him with my hand, feeling his body shuddering under me. I pull up slightly so I can talk again, still stroking with my hand, slowly.

“When she gets close, then I can slide in.” He’s shaking now and I slow down so he doesn’t cum. I really do want him to fuck me. “Depending, I keep it slow and easy. Or I pound the hell out of her. Sometimes missionary, sometimes doggie, depends.” I lick up his shaft ever so slowly and kiss the head. “Now. Told you want you wanted. Killing me here, A. Will you please, please fuck me?”

He gapes at me, still not quite believing me. My cock drips pre-cum as I wait.