27. Chapter 27

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" I groaned.

I was fully seated inside Aspen, and I'd never felt anything fucking like it. He was tight as hell, strangling my cock, but as I moved, he loosened up more. Every single nerve fired and went straight to my nuts. The pressure and pleasure threatened rather than promised.

Not yet. Not yet.

I held still for a moment to breathe through the lust and need to come, so I looked down at Aspen to make sure he was still okay. It wasn't just a distraction. I cared about his pleasure, too. He looked up at me with wide, dark eyes and parted lips. His face said, ‘I'm so fucking turned on.' He looked like an angel, with his curls spilling out onto the pillow. How did I find him so beautiful? So hot? So sexy? Every fucking thing about him I wanted.

Not once had I ever looked at a man as I did Aspen, and I was okay with that. More than okay. Better even.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Fucking amazing, Superstar."

"You just winced."

His smile was crooked. "You've got a big dick. It takes some getting used to."

"You're perfect for the ego, Asp. Maybe I'll keep you around."

He barked out a laugh, squeezing the fuck out of my dick, pulling out a groan from me. "Gee, thanks."

I leaned down and gave him a quick and dirty kiss, full of sloppy tongue, before I sat up on my arms and thrust again, semi-confident that I wouldn't blow in seconds, but I kept it slow. Arousal washed over me like I'd never experienced before in my fucking life. Hell, ever since Aspen and I started messing around, I'd never been so turned on. I even began to enjoy him walking around the apartment completely naked, watching his hard, lean body with perfect skin move and bend. He could be doing the most mundane tasks, like watering his plants or making coffee, and I couldn't take my eyes off him.

As I picked up speed, Aspen wrapped his legs around my waist and locked his ankles at my back, pulling me closer, deeper.

"Fuck…" he ground out. "Right there, Superstar. Right there."

God, he was so responsive, but Aspen was always vocal. You knew exactly what turned him on and didn't, leaving very little to guess.

I twisted my hips, pulled out, and snapped back inside him, trying to hit that spot. His eyes slammed closed, and his mouth opened, crying out as he rolled his head back and arched into me. "Oh, fuck… Coop…"

His hands reached for my arms and dug his blunt nails into my biceps as he met me thrust for thrust. His tightness burned hot around me as I slid with smooth precision, getting the hang of things.

Shit, he was so gorgeous. I couldn't stop looking at his expressive face, watching him get wrecked because of me.

Soon, my thrusts were harder. Faster. Needier. The headboard slammed against the wall, probably annoying the neighbors, but I couldn't be bothered to care. My balls slapped against him, and our skin made smacking noises as I tried to literally crawl inside him.

"Aspen…"

He grabbed me by the ears and tugged me down. "I want to swallow your orgasm when you come inside me."

"Jesus… fuck…"

Sweat pricked my skin as a blanket of goosebumps spread over my body.

"I need you to come, baby," I whispered on his lips. "Because I'm fucking dying. You first. Please…"

I hovered above Aspen high enough to see him reach down and fist his red, weeping, and engorged cock. It looked like it wasn't faring any better than me, desperate for touch and release.

"I'm so fucking close, Coop."

"Good. Faster. More. Come for me."

Aspen sat up on an elbow and caught my lips in his as we panted, sweated, thrust, stroked, kissed, nibbled… Fuck me. This right here was going to ruin sex for me with anyone else if something happened between us. I supposed I'd just have to keep him.

His breath suddenly stopped, and his body froze before his groan slipped into my mouth, and I swallowed his sounds. We pulled away, breathless, and I looked down at the mess of cum all over his abs. That was what did me in. Seeing Aspen come all over himself and the tight squeezing of his pulsing orgasm.

He pulled me back into a kiss as I cried out and shuddered all over from my full-body orgasm, filling the condom inside him.

I couldn't hold myself up anymore as I fell on top of Aspen's slick body. Hell, mine was covered in sweat, too. He wrapped his arms around me as I rested my face in his neck, inhaling his rain-scented skin, coated in cum and sweat. Our hearts hammered against each other as our breathing settled.

"That's it. I'm dead."

He snorted a laugh and kissed my sweaty head, tasting of salt when he kissed my lips, as his fingers traveled across my cooling skin and into my sweaty hair.

"I don't want to move… ever."

We lay there for a while as his cum started to harden and get stickier between us, then it got uncomfortable. I wasn't sure how I was still inside him, but I reached down, grabbed the base of my cock to keep the condom from slipping inside him, and pulled out.

I quickly tied it up and glanced at Aspen, who seemed to have fallen asleep already. My smile grew, and I had this urge to kiss his sleeping lips, so I did.

"Aspen, baby."

"Hmm?"

He barely stirred, so I kissed him again. "Asp."

"What? I'm sleepy."

"I know you are, sweetheart, but we need to get ourselves cleaned up."

"I'm too drunk on sex."

A snort escaped me. "I'm not sure that's a thing."

He furrowed his brows, still keeping his eyes closed. "Is so a thing." Aspen yawned loudly to prove his point.

"Let's go, cum-drunk boyfriend."

"Now you're gettin' it."

I shook my head and grabbed his arm to pull him upright. Then, I helped him stand before leading him back into his bathroom. He leaned against me as I turned on the hot shower.

He looked up at me with dark, sleepy eyes. "Do you know I've never been fucked before?"

God, he really did sound drunk. I quirked a smile as I tested the water with my hand, which was still cold. "I did know that."

I held Aspen against me, wrapping my arms around him as we waited, resting his head on my shoulder. "This is nice. Why am I so tired?"

I couldn't answer that for him. "So, uhm, did you… like it? You seem okay, right?"

He nodded his head on my shoulder. "So nice. Really nice. No, it was amazing. We're definitely doing that again."

I hadn't realized I'd been tense and worried. It would have fucking sucked if we didn't like sex together. I suppose I would have to try it next, although I still felt apprehensive about it, not sure if I wanted to like it, afraid I'd need to get dicked down for the rest of my life. Although I wouldn't have minded that if Aspen was doing the dicking.

"I feel kinda gross right now," he mumbled.

"That's why we're about to have a shower."

"Awesome."

I tested the water again, which was hot enough to wash us clean but not burn our skin. We both stepped into the tub-shower combo, careful not to trip over the edge of the tub, and I turned Aspen's body to soak under the hot spray.

"Don't get my hair wet. The curls need proper attention otherwise."

"You got it."

I poured some of the rain body wash that always smelled like Aspen, lathered my hands, and reached around to run the suds over the front of his body, making sure to wash all the cum off, especially in his belly button. Next, I ran a soapy hand along the crease of his ass to remove all the lube and condom gunk, being careful in case he hurt down there.

When I spun him around, his dark eyes looked less sleepy and wide, filled with… I didn't know what I saw in his dark pools. It was some emotion I couldn't pinpoint.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he said.

I smiled and shook my head. "Weirdo. Of course, I would take care of you. You can barely stand."

His eyes never stopped looking at me as he reached a hand up to my face and cupped it. "You're so amazing, Superstar."

My face burned, and I looked away. Not knowing what to say and wanting to distract myself from my annoying shyness, I switched places with him and quickly rinsed off my body.

After our shower, I dried us off and led Aspen back into his bed. I got him all tucked in, and I climbed in next to him, pulling the blanket, still covered in lube and cum, over us, but I couldn't be bothered to care. I was tired, too.

Aspen rolled over and scooted closer to me when I opened my arms for him. He rested his head on my shoulder, an arm over my stomach, and a leg over my thighs.

"I love snuggling," he said in a slow, sleepy voice.

I kissed his curly head. "Me, too."

"Thanks for giving us a chance." He yawned and snuggled in tighter.

I swallowed, not sure what to say. I still had worries about my future and how I would handle it. It had been easier in the little bubble we formed on the farm, but now that we were back home among friends, I didn't know what would happen. Coming out to everyone would be a massive sacrifice. I just needed to find the time and the balls. I hoped Aspen continued to be patient with me.