He kisses the hell out of me, working so frantically to get my clothes off that I’m sure he’s going to tear the buttons off my shirt. When we’ve undone the placket, I struggle to get out of the button-up, and Eric starts laughing as he unfastens his tie and slides it out of the collar, throwing it back behind him. He appears so cool and collected while I feel like a fumbling mess.

“Look at you acting like a needy bottom,” Eric says as I manage to get out of the shirt, as though I was imprisoned in it.

“I am a needy bottom right now. Your needy bottom.” I throw it aside and lean up, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down onto me. “Why do we have to be wearing so many clothes?”

“The clothes were your idea,” Eric reminds me as he unfastens my belt.

“I figured it would make it hotter, but I’m frustrated that your cock isn’t inside me already.”

He grips the ends of my belt and lowers the connected end against my cheek, down between my pecs, to my abs.

“Well, considering you’ve been cockteasing me all day, I’d say now it’s my turn. I think if you want my cum, you should have to beg for it…like you begged for that kiss.”

“I beg best on my knees.”

Eric tosses the belt aside and unfastens his fly.

I crawl onto all fours on the mattress as he drops trou. I take his cock into my mouth. He’s already dripping with precum, which I lap up eagerly. I glance up and see him removing his shirt as I let his girth fill my mouth.

He kicks off his shoes and lets his pants and boxers fall to the floor, stepping out of them, but I do a good job of maintaining my rhythm, serving him.

As he runs his hand through my hair, I pull his cock mostly out of my mouth, so the bottom of its head is resting on my tongue, which I slide side to side.

He runs his hand down to the back of my neck, clawing.

I lean my head back so that beautiful dick is right before me.

“Like I said,” Eric mutters. “Fucking cocktease.”

“You love it, though.”

“You have no fucking idea how much.”

With that compliment, I decide he’s earned some relief, so I take his cock into my mouth again.

How didn’t I ever know that a man could taste so good?

How did Eric take me from casual interest and curiosity in guys to this sex-obsessed slave to his cock?

I get lost in trying to make him feel good, trying to give this my all, when he grabs either side of my head gently and says, “Stop, stop, Jesse. You’re gonna make me come like this.”

I obey and pull back, letting his shaft fall from my lips as I gaze up at him.

“And I don’t need to waste any cum in that perfect mouth of yours. Not tonight.”

He leans down and claims my mouth, resting his hand on the small of my back and guiding me so that I’m upright, still on my knees.

“Take these pants off,” he commands.

“Yes, sir.”

I start to remove them when Eric says, “No, no, Jesse. Slow down. Let me enjoy the show.”

I freeze.

I was planning to strip out of them like I typically do, but now he has me intrigued, especially with the way he’s looking at me.

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to put on a little show for me. Earn my cock in your ass.”

I blush. Eric fucking Westright, you are fucking breaking me…in all the right ways.

I want to make a joke because the request sounds awkward, but I don’t want him to feel self-conscious for asking. Plus, it sounds hot as fuck.

I unfasten my fly, feeling a little weird about giving him a show, but as I start to pull down my pants, I realize I’m moving too fast and decide I need to go for this…own it. It’s not about me being in my head. It’s about doing it for Eric. Giving him what he wants. Showing him I deserve him inside me.

I turn around on the mattress so that my ass faces him, and I reach down and hook my thumbs into the sides of my pants, sliding them down, slowly…hearing him growl softly.

I continue pulling them down, but I realize it’s going to look silly if I start having to fight my way out of them once they get to my knees, so I lean forward on one arm and continue working them down my thighs, taking my time as I glance over my shoulder and see Eric watching me, stroking himself as he enjoys the view.

He crawls onto the bed and leans down, taking a bit of my right ass cheek between his teeth and nipping. I don’t know what it is about something so simple that drives me insane, but it does.

Eric grabs the sides of my pants and boxers and pulls them the rest of the way down before adding them to the pile we’ve created on my floor. He leans back down and kisses the back of my thigh, working his way up to my ass.

A series of tingles races through me as he moves up my body, my back…to behind my ear. A moan escapes my mouth.

He presses his hand against the back of my neck and slides it around to my throat before whispering in my ear, “Now who’s the one blue-balling?”

I feel…empty. Like I fucking need a cock in me—Eric’s cock.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says, whispering the words against my neck as he slides his face down toward my shoulders.

“I want you inside me, Eric.”

He growls as he slides his face back up my neck, back behind my ear. “Now you’re just trying to make it harder on me, and it’s working.” As he speaks the words, he presses his pelvis down against my ass so I can feel his erection.

He pulls back up on his knees and slides his arms around my thighs, lifting and then rolling me onto my back. I chuckle at his forcefulness, at how he’s basically flinging me around in bed, but when I see that stern expression on his face, pure desire for me, for fucking, for fucking me…I’m not laughing.

“You better get some lube,” I say, because by the looks of him, I would think he might try to jam that thing in me dry, and fuck no, that’s not happening.

He steps off the bed and heads to the nightstand.

“Bottom drawer,” I tell him.

He opens it and grabs the bottle but inspects something else. “Only Magnums for my Jesse, I guess.”

“Only Magnums for either of us, really. You want to put one on for old times’ sake?”

While we haven’t been together long, the amount of sex we’ve had, especially while we were in Puerto Vallarta, and the amount of condoms we’ve torn through, has been epic.

“That’s so not happening,” Eric says as he comes back to the bed, crawling after me and lifting my legs up until his lips are right where they belong, on my ass.

As if I wasn’t hard enough already.

His skilled tongue works my hole, and my thoughts spiral out of control. He pushes his fingers into my ass, working them with his tongue. Oh, he’s trying to drive me insane. He knows how needy my ass is…needy for him, and he’s toying with my emotions as he gives me this incredible massage.

It’s funny to think that before I met Eric I never would have imagined wanting to have a guy like this, but I feel this craving, this desire to have him slamming into my prostate. I wonder where this comes from, this intense need rippling through me.

Another moan escapes my lips before he stops pleasuring my hole and moves up my body, offering kisses, licks, the occasional soft bite, gripping my flesh, making me feel his need for me. When his mouth is against mine, I enjoy his taste and the sound of our smacking lips as he takes hold of my wrists and then pushes me onto my back, pressing his weight against me as he pins my arms down at either side.

He kisses across my face, down my neck. His movements wild, frenzied. The smell of his cologne and minty breath fill my nostrils. “Fuck you, Eric. Fuck you and this goddamn power you have over me.”

“What are…you talking…about, Jesse?” he asks between kisses, as though he struggles to pull his lips away from my flesh even for moments. He looks into my eyes as he adds, “You’re the one doing this to me, driving me crazy, surprising me at every turn, making me need you in a way I’ve never needed anyone else or felt his want, his need for me.”

He releases my wrists and kisses down my body until he reaches my cock, which he takes into his mouth, offering me that familiar, delicious sensation.

He’s so good at what he does.

It’s expert, it’s impressive, it’s mind-blowing. I’m left twitching and turning, struggling because I’ve been enduring this horrible pain in my balls since I heard about Eric’s test results.

Now the pressure in my balls is almost unbearable.

I’m climbing so fast. I hope not too fast.

“Eric, stop edging me,” I tell him. “Get inside me. Take me the way I need to be taken.”

He doesn’t resist. He grabs the bottle of lube he threw down on the bed at some point after he retrieved it. He lubes up his cock, which looks harder than it normally does.

He throws the lube back on the bed before gripping the bottoms of my thighs and pushing them back, like he wants to make that ass that much easier for him to access. I hold my legs in place when he turns and retrieves a pillow from beside the headboard. He pulls it over, and I lift my back, allowing him to slide it under me, which we’ve done occasionally when we’ve fucked in this position. It’s one of those things that reminds me of how much he cares about my comfort, that he’s not just greedy for it himself. But I enjoy that part too, when I feel like he’s selfishly fulfilling himself with my body, that I can give him that.

He lines up his cock with my hole.

The anticipation is killing me the way it’s been killing me all day as this image has possessed my thoughts, the idea of having him inside me, of it being flesh against flesh.

He smiles, and I imagine it’s because he’s as excited about this as I am.

He begins pushing. The pressure building feels different than it does when we fuck with condoms, and the way he slides in is different too.

He takes his time, and once he’s inched his cock in a bit, he leans down and rests with his elbows on either side of me, his face right before mine as he gazes into my eyes, his mouth hanging open as he makes it farther within me.

I’m doing that to him. My body is giving him this pleasure.

God, I love knowing that.

“How do you like it?” Eric asks. “Does it feel good?”

“Really good. I didn’t realize it would feel different.”

I mean, I could imagine, considering how different it felt not to wear a condom on my own dick with Whitney, but being on the receiving end is a whole other thing.

Eric’s grin broadens. “I can’t tell you how much I love this tight ass.” He rocks his hips back and forth, the sensation urging me to throw my head back and relax into the experience.

I sneak a peek back at Eric, who watches me as though he wants to see what he can do to me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says as he pushes farther into me, and I feel him hit my prostate.

As I gasp, his lips slam down against mine, and he fucks me…hard. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close.

“Do you want me to spill my load inside you?” he asks.

“Yes, Eric.”

I’m needy for Eric, for his cum, for that release.

He’s the man who changed the game.

Even when I’m at the office, I’m daydreaming about spending more time with him, thinking about his face or his smile, that scruff, his tattoo. There’s torture in daydreaming about him, though, because he’s so complex, and so many things about him turn me on that I’m left in agony at my awareness that I can’t fathom every facet of him all at once.

I’m getting close when he slides out of me and urges me onto my knees, facing the headboard. I grab the top of the wooden frame as he enters me from behind. He hooks an arm around me and kisses right behind my ear.

“You know this position is my favorite,” I tell him.

“You have a lot of favorites, don’t you?” He licks his thumb and brings it around, encircling my nipple with it.

He’s exciting so many different nerves in my body, sending these waves of pleasure racing through me, coursing through my veins. My nerves are hypersensitive, my balls aching as though I’m some sort of prepubescent teen.

As his cock continues striking my prostate, I can feel that pressure mounting. I groan through gritted teeth, my body trapped between feeling tensed up and so at ease at the same time.

“Kiss me, please,” he says, his hot breath slamming behind my ear.

I strain to turn, and our lips collide. He cups his hand behind my head to help keep my head in place, pulling me closer. Even like this, with him bare inside me, it’s never fucking close enough.

“I’m going to come inside you, Jesse.” His voice is a whisper as he removes his hand from my nipple. He licks his hand before bringing it around and jerking my shaft.

My body twitches, the sensations that race through me combining with how he’s worked me up so far, everything so fucking stimulated, all my nerves ready to erupt with that rush of ecstasy that isn’t ever just about getting off. Hell, I’ve gotten off plenty of times on my own and with someone else, but what Eric and I create…it’s a fire that burns to my core.

“You’re going to make me come…” I say, breaking our kiss to get the words out. He massages his thumb against the back of my head.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you’re mine,” Eric says.

“Eric, I’m yours,” I confess because it’s true…because I’ve given up. Eric has me, all of me, and I need this certainty far more than he does. “Make me yours,” I plead, hearing that desperation in my voice.

His face tenses up as he offers a series of jerks, his arm wrapping around me. He continues stroking my cock as his lips slam against mine. We call out together, and I feel in his movements, from all the other fucking we’ve shared, from getting so good at reading that body of his, that he’s about to spill his load within me.

When he does, it’s too much for me, especially with him stroking me in that expert corkscrew motion. My load spills out across the sheets, and soon we’re both a mess of spasms, a collision of frenzied passion.

As I take a breath to recover from the workout, there’s relief in knowing what we just experienced together and that he’s inside me, the way I want him to be.