35. Loren

35

LOREN

We've been lying in bed for the past hour, mostly only casually touching. Well, kind of. School starts next week and he's feeling stressed about graduation. Unsure what he should do, as opposed to what he wants to do. And when he's stressed, he likes his hole messed with and his dick suckled.

I don't have his dick in my mouth because he also wants to talk, so he's pressed to my chest, arranged in such a way that I have one of his arms trapped under my body and the other locked above his head while I finger him, and we alternate between lazily making out and talking.

Most of the time, this situation leads to ‘more' once he's driven to frustration and needs to be filled beyond my capability. That's when we take out the toy that stretches him extra wide while I fuck him. I've recently bought something for his cock, too; but I'm saving that for another day. A day when maybe even the bulbous stretcher toy doesn't quite hit the mark he needs.

Right now, he's content. The stress isn't on his shoulders as heavily as it will be as the end of the semester approaches. Besides, I've been toying with a decision.

However, I'm trying to be more mindful of my decisions, especially concerning the two of us, those deserve conversations and Oakley needs to have an input. So I need to figure out how to approach it while not letting it sound like I've already made up my mind.

Which I have. And I'm not changing my opinion. So we'll have to see how this new strategy of talking it through before I make it happen works.

Oakley pulls his lips from mine and sighs. They're red and swollen. I love this look on him. He's so damn sexy.

"I love this," he says.

"Keeping your hole stretched?"

His cheeks pinken. "Yes, but I mean laying in bed with you like this."

"Hole stretched and restrained," I try again, keeping my smile hidden.

He huffs. "Yes," he says, firmly, "but I mean?—"

"Our bare skin pressed together. Hearts beating against each other. Sharing the same breathing space. So close that I can see the different shades of brown that make up your eyes. Keeping a piece of myself lodged within your tight body so we're quite literally a single unit. That's what you like?"

His lips are parted as he stares at me. I can feel his breathing shiver through him. His head bobs slightly. "Exactly all that," he whispers. "I've never had this before. It's so… just…" He shakes his head. "I can't even put words to it. How good it feels."

I nod. "I feel the same way. Exactly everything you just said—me too."

"I guess maybe we are sharing a lot more firsts than I initially thought."

"I guess so," I agree.

"So on that note, can we talk about another first that neither of us has had?"

"You're adorable thinking you have to ask first."

He grins. "So we have sex the same way all the time."

I frown. "I'm quite certain we're rarely in the same position twice in a week."

Oakley laughs. "Sorry, that's not what I meant. I mean that your dick is always in my ass. Right?"

"Yes. Last I checked, we enjoy that."

He laughs again. "We do. A lot. But… what if we tried it the other way? With my dick in your ass? Would you consider it?"

I glance down our bodies where our hinting chubs are pressed together. "Your dick is much bigger than mine."

Oakley rolls his eyes. "It's really not. You feel that way because you're the best boyfriend in the world and will keep my cock in your mouth for over an hour when I get stressed. I'm sure it feels a lot bigger than it is."

"We're going to have to agree to disagree on that."

"Or if you really want me to prove it, we can get a soft tape measure and I can show you I'm right. But if this is your way of saying you're not interested in that, I'm definitely cool with that."

"It's something you want to do."

He doesn't answer. I think he's figured out by now that if he says yes, we're going to do it regardless of how I feel about it. He's recently been very careful choosing his wording. Something we both know I don't miss.

"If you're open to it, then maybe I might be interested in seeing if we like it," he says slowly. As if he's trying on each word.

I stare into his pretty eyes and wonder whether I might like fingers up my ass as mine are up his right now. I can't deny how much he enjoys it. Not just in these moments, but any time I get him ready to be fucked. Or even just when I'm sucking his dick. He likes to be fingered.

"We can talk about it," I concede.

"Some guys don't like it," he says. "If you want to try it, I need you to promise—and not break that promise—that you'll tell me whether you do or not. Okay?"

"I promise."

He gives me a shrewd look, not at all believing me.

"My turn," I say.

Oakley grins. "I mean, you already have your fingers in me."

I push them in a little deeper, enjoying the way he shudders. I'm only marginally fingering him. Slowly working his hole without any true intent behind it. It's not meant for pleasure. I internally think of it as maintenance. Emotional maintenance. He needs to feel the evidence of a physical connection. He wants there to be a way that I'm constantly inside his body—my fingers, my cock, my tongue. I think beyond his sexual need, it answers a deeper, hungrier emotional need.

We don't talk a lot about our pasts from before we met. I think we're saving it for a rainy day. But I've gleaned some things over the last few months, and I know that he's as touched starved as I am averse to touch. It's only my craving to possess this man that has me overriding that most days.

And his emotional starvation is just as vast. Outside of the love of his friends, he's a very lonely man.

"Yes," he breathes out.

"You need to move in with me."

He laughs, his hips rocking on my fingers a little. "I'm already here all the time," he says.

"Yes," I agree, staring at his face. His eyes are mostly closed. His breaths are coming a bit more rapidly now as he moves against me. "But I want you to bring all your things and move into my room. Permanently."

Oakley grins. There's a quiet moan in the back of his throat.

I smile. "Pay attention."

His smile is beautiful. "I heard you. You want me to move in."

This is the part where I'm biting my tongue because I'm truly not giving him a choice. I will definitely pack all his belongings myself and bring them here while he's otherwise occupied.

I nip his chin. "Tonight," I insist.

He moans, his hips rolling a little more urgently. Horny boyfriend. "If I get you off, will you pay better attention?"

Oakley laughs. It's one of the sexiest sounds I've ever heard. "Sure, but, Loren?"

I roll him onto his back and bear down on him. "Yes?"

"You and I both know you're going to move me in regardless of what I say right now. Right?"

"I appreciate that you know me so well," I respond, pressing my fingers deeper into his ass, this time intentionally garnering a response. He shivers, bringing his free arm up to meet the other I have pinned so I'll take them both. "So why aren't you giving this proper attention?"

"I already live here," Oakley says with a little shrug. "Put your dick in me and let me fuck myself on you, Loren. We can talk at the same time."

I roll my eyes. We both know that's likely not going to happen.

Pulling my fingers from his ass, I apply lube to my dick. I'm going to miss the days when he doesn't have to go to school and we can stay in bed all day. Only measuring time by how many minutes pass between orgasms.

"To your balls," he orders when I press the crown of my dick to his hole. "Right away. Hard. Okay?"

If I hadn't been fingering his ass for the better part of an hour, there's a chance I might not have complied with that demand. I get that he likes it hard. So do I. But there will never be a time under any circumstance that I will actually hurt this man.

Bracing myself on the bed, I shove in. My gaze remains locked on Oakley's face. He makes the sweetest, choking sounds as his body nearly bends in half as he arches so dramatically. So sexy. I think this man could keep me hard far longer than what should be biologically possible.

I adjust so I can comply with what he wants. Keeping myself still so he can work himself on my dick.

"I already live here" Oakley resumes our conversation, his voice a mixture of groans and the hottest breathy sounds I've ever heard. "My space in the other house is just a storage room."

"Then let's empty it. I want you here. I want this to be your only home."

"Okay."

"Do you want that?"

He grins, rolling his hips on me. "Yes. I want to be wherever you are. I want to be here every day. I want to come home with you. I want to do my homework while I ride your dick. I want you to latch onto me with my cock in your mouth and your fingers in my ass while I study for tests—all tests. Or any time I'm stressed. I want you to fill me with your cum every single time you orgasm. I want it all."

Jesus that's… that's. Overwhelming. In a good way.

True to my man's form, he doesn't stop talking. When he's enjoying himself like this, he babbles, but up until this point, it's always just been sexy talk. How good I feel. How much he loves that I killed for him. The kinds of things that I think are probably pretty typical for dirty talk.

It's probably a good thing he doesn't require me to move much because I'm hanging on his every word.

"I don't care where we live, Loren. I'm with you always. I want to be here, yours. I don't ever want to leave. I want to have kids with you—like eight. We're going to spoil the fuck out of them. I want to marry you and then remarry you every year on our anniversary so everyone can see—including you—how much more I fall in love with you every single day."

"What else?" I ask when he pauses. There's no filter right now. Oakley simply word vomits his wants as he works up to his orgasm. And I listen raptly. Committing everything to memory. "Tell me everything you want, Oakley. Everything."

"I want to eat your ass. I want to make you feel good in every way. I want to spend weeks, months fingering you until you're ready to ride me. I want to make you feel so good. So good. Just like this. Just like you make me. I really hope you'll like it too. We don't have to switch often because I'm totally a whore for your cock, but I want to sometimes."

I grin because I knew that's what he wanted.

"I want to graduate this year," he says through a loud moan. "I want to spend my life here, with you. Making you happy. That's the career I want. I want to raise our babies and want you to come home to me cooking naked for you. I want you to never get tired of this. Fuck, I'm going to come."

I'm slightly disoriented at his last words, trying to figure out how that fits into the cooking naked and raising our babies and his concern that I'll get tired of this. It isn't until he cries out and I realize he's coming on my dick that he'd been talking about what was happening right now.

His jaw clenches as his muffled sounds fill the room. Any part of my body should be between his teeth right now so he can bite me like he likes. As I like.

"Keep holding me like this," he tells me between pants. "Fuck me until you get off, Loren."

I do, staring at this man's face the entire time. Letting his words play on repeat in my head. All the things I learned. All the things I'm going to make happen for him. I fuck him as I stare into his eyes and he stares back, moaning and squirming under me. He doesn't look away now.

We're more than connected with my cock in his ass. There's something else spanning between us. Growing. Strengthening.

When I come, my entire body shudders. I swear, I can feel the pleasure course through every nerve ending, as tingles run from my toes to my scalp. I'm nearly hyperventilating by the time I empty inside him and drop onto him. He ‘oomphs' and because I still have his hands, he wraps his legs around my waist, instead. Holding me to him.

"Do you want to keep living with your family?" he asks when a few minutes pass.

I nod. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah."

Sighing, I brush my lips over his neck. "I'm going to give you everything you want. Everything. Every last thing you just said you wanted."

He laughs quietly. "Except the switch thing. I can't control what I'm saying like that."

"Including the switch thing. We can set a future date and work up to that. Like your graduation when you officially become my househusband. Then , we'll celebrate with you fucking me."

Try as he may, I don't miss the way he moans. Yeah, that's happening. I don't even care how much I may or may not like it. Oakley gets whatever the fuck Oakley wants.

"I love you," he whispers.

I smile and close my eyes. "Everything," I murmur. "It's all yours."