Page 50 of One-Time Shot

“I like all positions, however, my favorite is missionary followed by doggy style.”

“Doggy style?” I repeated, willing the brain fog to fade so I could keep up with the conversation.

“The one where one partner is on the bed or floor or on horizontal surface really and the other takes him from?—”

“I know what it is. Thanks. Anything else?”

“Three more things: One, I was recently tested and my results were negative for all STDs, etcetera. I know you’ve also been tested, so as long as I’m your only sexual partner, we can opt to not use a condom. Am I your only sexual partner?” Malcolm quirked a cautious smile. “That’s a side question. Two, I don’t mind it rough, but don’t choke me. I was with someone who attempted that and I panicked, pushed him off, and kicked him in the balls. It was a bad date. He was a colleague, and our paths crossed frequently. We can put that on the list of awkward things I’ve done. Lastly, I can take up to three fingers without batting an eyelash.”

I gripped my cock, stroking absently as lust warred with humor. “Okay…good. No condom, no choking, three fingers, and yes…you’re the only one I’ve been with in months.”

I almost told him that I had no desire for anyone but him…that I’d been to parties and had received a few offers for a good time. I’d had no interest at all. Why would I? I had Malcolm in my bed and?—

“Phew.Oh, I like rimming too,” he added, adjusting his glasses. “Giving and receiving.”

Holy shit.

“Excellent,” I commented in a shockingly even tone, still jerking my pole. “I have a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“Do you trust me?”

Malcolm scoffed. “Of course, I do.”

“Good. I want you on your hands and knees. Show me that hole, baby.”

He obeyed while I fumbled for the bottle of lube I kept in the nightstand. I set it on the mattress and scooted behind him, taking in the incredible view. Malcolm was on the thin side, but his ass was a perfect bubble butt. I wanted to squeeze his cheeks, pinch them, pull them apart and lick him.

So I did.

He moaned, dropping his face onto the pillow. I reached between his spread legs to jack him as I flattened my tongue over his entrance…again and again. I poked the tip inside, flicking it. And that was when he started begging.

“More, more, more.”

I pushed a finger in, grazing his prostate. His knees shook and yeah…I loved that. I wanted him wild for me. I wanted him so horny and so tuned in to my touch that the rest of the world disappeared. It was only us here. Nothing else mattered.

I added a second digit…and a third, adding more lube.

“Turn over,” I commanded, sitting on my heels as I greased up and crawled between his thighs.

Christ, he was beautiful. Lean and compact, smudged glasses, freckles, and full parted lips. His pretty eyes were on me, watching as I lined my cock at his pucker and pushed. A flash of pain marred his features. His jaw tightened, but he grabbed my ass before I could pull away.

“I’m okay. Keep going,” Malcolm whispered.

I inched forward, my arms trembling on either side of his head until I finally bottomed out. I wiped sweat from his brow and kissed his forehead, unthinking.

“Can I move? No hurry. I mean…I’m dying here, but I won’t do anything unless you’re ready.”

He smiled at that. “I’m ready.”

Thank fuck. I set a slow pace that nearly killed me, sliding out and surging deeper at each pass. Malcolm arched and wound his legs around my hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. Our steady rhythm morphed into a wicked slap of skin on skin. The room echoed with the squeak of bedsprings, grunted gasps, and nasty sweet nothings.

Yeah, that was me. I was a talker. “God, I love this hole. So tight, so fuckin’ hot. Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, it’s yours,” he cried out, tugging his dick as I fucked him hard and dirty.

“Eyes open. I want to see you come for me. Are you coming?”