When I lead him to the bedroom, he stops at the table by the door and snags the gun. He carries it in a careless way that frightens me, one finger through the trigger loop. In the bedroom, I click on the lamp beside the bed as he drops the gun on the night stand. While he shrugs out of his T-shirt, I nudge the cold plastic grip on the gun so the barrel aims away from the bed.
Ricky’s pants hit the floor, then he sits down on the bed in front of me, hands straying to my open fly. With eager fingers, he hooks onto the sides of my jeans and tugs both them and my underwear down. As I step out of my pants, I shrug off my shirt, tossing it aside. Then I lean him down on the bed, our erections thickening between us.
This time I’m in control. I hold his hands up above his head, pinning him to th
