Page 27 of Fibre and Ink

“Bossy,” Mickey breathed. He leaned up and nipped my jaw.

His fingers pressed harder against me.

“Mm, I can be.” I gasped. He’d hit some spot that really worked. “Fuck, yes, right there, don’t stop, I’m close.”

Mickey growled, biting gently up to my earlobe. “I won’t stop. Want to hear what you sound like when you lose it.”

“Oh God...” Panting hard, I gave him what he wanted, moaning as I orgasmed, wet against his hand even through my pajama bottoms. “Fuck that’s good.”

Mickey

I’m sure I’d been aroused like this before.

Maybe when I was a teenager?

But in recent times? No.

With Pete? Definitely nowhere near as hot as this was.

Aster was so responsive, moving and moaning with everything I did. He pressed against me, making soft, needy noises that went right to my dick.

Part of me had worried that I wouldn’t know what to do with his different anatomy, but he was bossy too, showing me exactly what he liked and how. It was so easy.

Any worries vanished and I felt like the king of sex, making my partner moan and buck with the slightest effort.

Aster’s hand closed around my cock, rubbing me through the flannel of my pajamas and I groaned deep.

I was so hot, I was close already, ready to jizz in my pants like this was the first time I’d ever been touched.

In all fairness, it was the first time in many months that anyone but me had touched me, and I didn’t even masturbate that much. So, the foreign hand was intoxicatingly good.

“Aster—” I gasped. “Close, don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop.” Aster’s lips brushed my ear, his voice low and husky. I bucked into his hand and came. Aster stroked me gently through it. “That’s it, that’s so good, you’re so good for me.”

“Aster...” I moaned, wanting to stop him speaking. The praise was doing something to me, deep inside.

Stirring something vulnerable and needy inside me.

Aster shushed me gently and kissed me, the simple action so full of yearning and affection that it both comforted and scared me.

When he pulled back, he withdrew his hand as well, I realized I’d been rubbing my fingers on him this entire time.

I cleared my throat.

Aster chuckled, his face flushed red. “You okay?”

I nodded, although I wasn’t sure if I was lying to him. “Yeah, you?”

“Yeah. That was fucking hot.” He kissed my cheek and sat up on his knees. “But I think we both need fresh pants.”

“Yeah. I think so too.”

We changed in silence. I tried not to sneak glances at him, but when I did he’d quickly look away like he’d been looking at me. I pulled on a T-shirt, feeling like I needed the safety of another layer of clothing and climbed back into bed.

Aster slid in and tried to stay on his side but I gave in to my impulses, hooked my arm around him and pulled him close for a cuddle.

Aster beamed up at me. “You cuddle?”