Page 29 of Narrow Margins
“That was fucking amazing. Fuck, Corrie, wow!” I catch my breath, feeling his hard dick pressing against my stomach. “You are so damn hard; I want to feel you inside me, Corrie.”
“Not tonight, sugar; we’re taking this slowly.” He sounds desperate for relief.
I flip him over so I’m hovering over him and wrap my hand around his length. Then, lying in the apex of his thighs, I slip further down him, allowing me to take one of his balls in my mouth. This should feel weird—I’ve got another man’s ball in my mouth—but it doesn’t, it simply feels right. I stroke his dick as I lick and suck his sac then, with my hand still tight around him, I slide my tongue up his length and suck the head of his cock. Salty pre-cum coats my tongue, making my mouth water and my head swim. He tightens as his orgasm starts to take control. Corrie’s hands wrap around my head, holding me still as he thrusts.
I relax my jaw and let him fuck my mouth, bruising my lips as he pounds hard into me. I can’t get enough, it’s brutal, but it’s perfect. Then, crying my name, Corrie comes. My mouth fills with his hot release and I swallow hard, taking it all. My eyes water and my nose runs. But, dammit, this is the best feeling in the world. Lifting myself away from him when Corrie slackens his hold on my head, I look up and see him drawing huge, ragged breaths into his heaving chest, his eyes screwed shut. He looks like he’s in pain.
“Corrie, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” I caress his face, hoping to soothe him enough for him to open his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Corrie stutters at me, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I don’t understand, I thought you wanted me to suck you.” I wipe my nose with the back of my hand as he opens his eyes. He looks guilt-ridden but for what, I don’t know.
“You were perfect, Griff, but I shouldn’t have been so rough. Hell, I’m supposed to be taking things slow and there I go, pounding your face.”
“You’re kidding me? That was fucking awesome. I loved it. Shit, I thought I was going to come again. It seems that I have a submissive side I didn’t know about.” I chuckle at the thought.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?” He asks in wonder.
“No way, I can’t wait for you to do that to my ass too.” I smile and drop a kiss on his mouth then roll onto my side. Corrie wraps his arm around my body and pulls me close.
“I can’t wait for that too.” He whispers into my hair.
I lift my face and kiss him softly. “I’m so happy you are here with me. Thank you for taking a chance.”
“Just don’t break my heart, Griff.” His quiet voice is rough with emotion.
“Never.” I whisper against his mouth.
As I feel Corrie’s body unwind and his breathing regulate, I know he has fallen asleep. My mind is in turmoil, I want this. I want this so much. But gay? Am I now gay, or have I merely fallen for someone who happens to be a man? What? Have I fallen for him? As his hand flexes against my skin—even asleep he sets sparks racing through my body—I know the answer is: yes, I have fallen for him. I’m ready to go public with this. I need to see what Manny comes back with. I was honest when I said I wouldn’t choose racing over him, but I would like to have both in my life. Sleep starts to take hold and I allow myself to succumb to it.
It's dark when I wake up alone in bed. Corrie has gone. Scanning around, I adjust to the darkness. The bathroom door is shut but there is light coming from underneath; Corrie must be in the shower. I wish he’d woken me; I would’ve joined him. Maybe I can now?
Stretching as I get out of bed, I turn to check the clock, it’s only eight-fifteen. Still time for our date. Pushing the door of the bathroom, I step in.
“You’d better have left a spot for me to wash.” I walk over and drop a kiss on his upturned face. It’s then that I realize he’s perched on a tall, tilted stool. “Looking good there, handsome.” I smile at the shocked look on his face, a blush rising from his chest to his neck and face. “You should’ve woken me, baby.”
“I wanted to, but I thought you might need the sleep.” Corrie runs his eyes over my body, making my dick twitch; I love the way he has a little half smile as he surveys me.
“So, I’m here now, what are you going to do with me?” I run my hands through his wet hair as I step closer.
“I’m sure you’re going to need a scrub down.” Picking up a wash cloth and the body wash, he squeezes the gel onto the cloth and stands up, resting his butt on the stool. Working the lather over my body, stroking the muscles on my stomach, his touch is so sensual, so light, I lean into the touch.
I run my hands over his hot, wet body and gaze into his eyes, a question building inside them. His hands slow to languorous circles.
“How did you work it out?” Dropping the cloth to clasp my hips, Corrie’s eyes fix on mine.
“Work what out?” I’m bewildered, not sure what he’s been thinking about.
“What bothered me. How did you work it out?” Corrie offers a shy smile. I look over his face and let my gaze drift down over his neck and shoulders. A blush covers his torso. I can’t stop my hands from tracing the path of his blush.
“Why are you so wary of me, after what we have shared? How can you be hesitant?” My hands stroke his hips, moving down to his legs. As my fingers knead his thighs, I feel him tense and his hands cover mine.
“Stop!” Corrie’s strangled cry halts my caress.
“Corrie, baby. I knew what I had done and how I upset you. But it was the way you walked towards me. You don’t show any signs of a limp or a weakness in your stride. I guess I haven’t ever thought of you missing a leg, it was never important to who you were to me.”
I reach behind him and turn off the shower and grab a towel for him. I wipe the soft fabric over strong, wet muscles, feeling the tension ease from him as I tenderly dry him.