Page 66 of Almost True
He groans and arches beneath me, his eyes wild with need, and even though I had planned to take this slow, I’m suddenly desperate to feel him around my cock again, to bury myself in him.
I plunge my finger deeper and find the sensitive spot inside him, my cock pulsing at the way he moans and writhes beneath my attention. My balls are tight, my cock leaking precum as I roll on a condom and clumsily smother myself with lube.
“I need all of you,” Korren begs hoarsely.
His words lodge themselves somewhere beneath my sternum, and I can’t wait any longer. I press the head of my cock against his hole, giving just the slightest push, feeling how he yields to me. Slowly I work my way in, teasing his cock with one hand, the tightness consuming me until every nerve is vibrating with the sensation.
When I sink in all the way, my hips pressed against Korren’s, his face is flushed, his eyes wild with hunger. His cock pulses in my hand, and I thumb the slit again, wanting to savor this moment.
“I could stay here forever,” I murmur. I lean forward and suck Korren’s earlobe into my mouth, teeth grazing the soft flesh. His hips rise up beneath mine, grinding the fractional space between us to nothing, and my lips find his, greedy, desperate. My cock is pulsing inside him, the pressure alone driving me close to the edge, and Korren’s is hard and straining against my abs.
Slowly, not wanting to give up the deliciousness of this moment, I withdraw partway. Then I slide in again, each movement sending sparks down my spine.
I’m close to the edge already, and each thrust drags me to the brink. But I pause each time I’m sunk deep into him, not ready for this to end. Korren is pulsing in my hand, but I’m not giving him much, just the pressure of my grip around his base and little teasing strokes with my thumb. He’s already butter beneath my hands, driven wild by the drag of my cock against his sensitive spot alone.
Soon I can’t resist any longer. The pressure is building, so I thrust hard into him, drunk on the sound of him moaning beneath me.
As I spill into him, my body spasming forward, I pump Korren’s dick with a powerful hand. He must’ve been as close as I was, because a moment later he’s spilling onto his chest, cum dripping down my fist.
I stay inside him as I stroke Korren’s hair back from his face and kiss him on his forehead and jaw and mouth. The shadow in his eyes is totally gone now, replaced by a glazed, blissed-out look.
“I can’t believe how fucking good that is,” I growl into his ear.
Korren hums in agreement.
I pull out of him at last, but then I drape myself over him, my angles slotting into his as if we’re meant for no one else. I trail my fingers along the soft skin of his waist, and Korren nuzzles his head against mine.
“Are you sure about this?” he murmurs.
“About what? About how much I want you?” I ask with a laugh.
“About putting up with me while I work through—everything.”
I lean up on one elbow and give Korren a stern look. “There’s noputting upwith anything, baby. I love every single bit of you, and I feel like the luckiest man alive to have you for my own.” I lift one of his hands and kiss the mess of scars on his wrist so I know he understands.
Korren
I loop my arms around Dex’s back and pull him closer still, not sure I’ll ever be able to get enough of this. Because all of the barriers I’d drawn around my personal space are gone, and all I can think about is how Dex had better not fucking leave me. Ever.
Not that I say that. It’s way too soon to mention something like that, especially since I’m still in a fragile place and if he does ever leave, it’s going to destroy me.
Now, as I let my eyes run down the bulging muscles of his arms to his firm, delicious ass, I wonder if this is something I might’ve been craving all along without letting myself admit it.
The thing is, I don’t know. I’ve found girls attractive in the past, and I’ve enjoyed sex with them, but…maybe not that much. Maybe I’ve been scared to let anyone in my life because some part of me deep down has known it wasn’t right and wasn’t willing to set me up for a lifetime of pretending.
I really don’t fucking know. I’m aware it’s a spectrum, and I probably would’ve known from a younger age if I were fully gay rather than bi, butfuck, I’ve never felt anything as good as letting Dex pound into me.
And maybe I need to stop worrying so much about labels. It’s just that I was really fucking attached to the fact that I was straight, all through this game we were playing together, and theidea that I might’ve been wrong has me feeling like I don’t know anything about myself any longer.
But maybe that’s not a bad thing. Maybe that’s part of the fun of being with Dex—learning who I really am and what I actually like with someone by my side who feels like he should’ve been part of my life all along.
Dex pulls me away from my thoughts when he kisses me on the temple. His dimples are showing, and I want to see that smile all the time—that full, unrestrained smile he gives me because he’s not holding anything back.
“You worried about something?” he asks, smoothing the lines on my forehead with his thumb.
I give him a guarded smile. “No.”
“Then what were you thinking about?”
