Page 119 of Necessary Time

“Do it,” I said, voice drawing him back.

His fingers were already wet, and he slicked the length of his cock, moving to quickly line himself up and push inside. He didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate, and when the hot thickness of him spread me apart with no barrier between us, he almost came on the spot.

“Sssh.” I hushed him, stroking long lines down his spine, trying to ignore the way my hands were trembling.

While I’d known it would feel different, I didn’t knowhowdifferent. I closed my eyes, trying to hold my composure so he didn’t lose his.

“You’re so hot.”

“You said that earlier.”

“No, I mean.” He swallowed, laying his forehead against mine. “Temperature hot. It’s so hot.”

I traced my hands over the slim dip of his waist and the jut of his hips to grab him and hold him steady inside of me.

“You can come if you need to,” I promised. “We can go again later. It’s not a hardship if you shoot off like this.”

“I want to last.” He gritted his teeth, hips twitching with the need to move, even as his brain fought against it.

I slipped an arm around his waist and flipped him onto his back. The head of his cock angled up against my prostate and I shivered, situating myself down on his length.

“I don’t,” I said, taking my own hardness in hand.

I was close, and I had no issue taking us both there.

It took less than three minutes for me to cum, and barely thirty seconds more for Wesley. I collapsed forward, grimacing as his cock pulsed through the rest of his orgasm. It was tight and the burn of the stretch something I didn’t mind, but still hadn’t gotten used to.

“That was embarrassingly quick,” he muttered into the side of my neck, arms coming around me. There was a small beep, and I pushed up to investigate.

“What was that?” I asked.

He slid his arm between us, waving his wrist like he was trying to show me his watch.

“Did you time us?”

“I timed myself,” he corrected, grunting when I laughed and his cock slipped out of me.

I reached back, testing the tenderness of my pucker with the tips of my fingers and shivering at the sensation of cum trickling out of my hole and down my balls. Rolling off of him, I climbed out of bed to go in search of a towel. I wiped myself down and then gave it to him.

“Why are you timing yourself?”

He tossed the towel across the room toward the hamper. “Because I want to get better with age, not worse.”

“You know that duration isn’t a real deciding factor, right?” I sat on the edge of the bed, drawing a line up the inside of his thigh toward his balls, which hung heavy and empty between his legs. “And even if you come quick, there’s plenty of other things to do, right? Like you have two hands, you have a mouth…”

He licked his lips and folded on arm behind the back of his head, tilting up to stare at me with those bright, hooded eyes. I smiled, feeling heat creep into my cheeks. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve his attention, let alone his love, but I wasn’t mad about it.

Wesley opened his arms and I tucked in against him, settling against his side with a content moan. He dragged his fingers up and down my arm, slowing and slowing until I thought he’d fallen asleep. I wasn’t anywhere near tired, but I’d call it an early night if it meant I could stay in his arms.

“Colin.” My name was barely louder than his breath.

“Wesley.”

“Are you awake?”

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the side of his chest. “Yes.”

He scrambled out from underneath me, a relieved look on his face. “Thank God.”