Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
AUSTIN
I’d been so torn and guilty for holding back sex from Dallas. It had been a real struggle and required tons of therapy to get past my issues, from my fear of sex to my trust issues.
Over two and a half years. That was how long it’d been since I’d had sex last. It was slightly terrifying, but I worried about Dallas, too. He’d been so fucking patient with me, always so accepting and supportive. He was damn near perfect.
Dallas hovered over me with eyes full of love and understanding. While I appreciated it, his stunning chest and rippling abs were a distraction. I looked down further to see his engorged cock stretching the condom. My dick throbbed and leaked pre-cum in response. Hell, he was sexy.
“Do you still want to do this?” he asked, always making sure I was comfortable and felt safe.
“Don’t back out now. I need this, Dal.”
I needed to offer Dallas all of me and do this for myself. I loved and trusted him, and that was saying a lot.
“Lift your legs back for me.”
I grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs back, exposing myself. The position was vulnerable as hell, but not any more than when I’d had my ass in the air not long ago.
“If you’re uncomfortable at any time, you tell me to stop, okay?”
I nodded but huffed at him. “I’m not stopping this. While I appreciate your care, please stop.”
Dallas leaned down and smothered me in kisses before he sat up and pushed my thighs back further, lining his cock up to my hole.
“Dallas,” I warned when he opened his mouth as his tip started to breach me.
He chuckled and inched his way in while I breathed through the stretch and burning, bearing down on him like how I remembered doing before.
It’s like riding a bicycle, right?
He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, and each time, he went deeper and deeper, while all that time, carefully watching for any signs of discomfort or panic.
“Fuck, baby… I’m not going to last with you wrapped so tightly and warmly around me. You’re so perfect. We fit like we were made to do this together.”
My hands gripped his thighs, planted between my legs as I panted, inhaling his peppery scent with each breath, which was now mingled with the musky smell of arousal.
Once he was fully seated in me, I blew out a sigh of relief. I did it. I didn’t freak out. That showed how much my trust had been restored, and that was all thanks to therapy and Dallas.
I reached my hand to his face and eased him down to kiss me. “Thank you for this. I love you so much.”
“No, Austin. Thank you for allowing this and trusting me.”
“Now move before I combust. I need to feel you hammer into me, and I need to feel it for days afterward.”
His grin was crooked, and his eyes turned mischievous. “You got it.”
He sat upright, looking down at his cock, and his lips parted before he sucked in his bottom lip to nibble on while he slid in and out of me. One day, we’d switch positions, but for our first time, I needed to have him inside me.
“Fuck… you should see how hot this looks. I’m definitely not going to last long.”
Dallas angled himself, and when he did, lights danced behind my suddenly closed eyes. I wrapped my legs around his hips as my back arched off the bed. “Shit. Yes. Right there… more Dal.”
He let my legs go, leaned down, and pressed his lips to mine as his hips punched into me faster and harder. My wrapped legs pulled him tighter, and I wrapped my arms around his slick back.
My heart raced as the burn turned into beautiful pressure and delicious torture, suddenly desperate to come. Every time he hit my prostate, I got closer and closer to falling into the climactic abyss. I so wanted to fall because I knew Dallas would be there to catch me.
“Dal… I need to… come. I’m on fire…”
His chuckle rumbled straight to my chest. He sat up and continued to pump into me. “Grab your cock and make yourself come. I want to see you decorated in it.”
“Jesus,” I breathed and grabbed my dick.
Once I started rapidly stroking, Dallas pulled out and slammed home. I threw back my head and tugged on my dick faster. He soon hammered into me, grunting with each thrust as my body burned. My flush pulled a sheen of sweat across my skin.
My spine tingled while his cock zapped, electricity coursing through my body every time he hit that pleasure button.
“I need you to come, baby. I’m dying here,” Dallas panted, dripping sweat from the tip of his nose onto my hand and abs. His hair was wet and falling over his eyes, and his eyes were hooded. Shit, he looked sexy as hell.
I pumped my dick faster and closed my eyes as the pressure grew too much. Then, without warning, I blew like I’d never orgasmed before.
“Christ!” Dallas yelled. Maybe that was me. I was currently deaf as the rush of blood pumped in my ears.
Hot cum spattered on my abs and over my hand as Dallas whimpered. “Shit… so fucking tight…”
My cock sporadically continued to pump as my body grew limp and numb. I gripped his arms as he slammed into my overly sensitive prostate. He swelled and grew hot inside me as he came. His thrusts lost their rhythm, and his eyes slammed shut while his mouth opened, gasping through his orgasm.
I need to see him like that over and over again.
He fell on me, and his heavy weight blanketed me like a shield as his heart beat heavily against mine.
“Best… sex… ever,” he rasped hoarsely.
I chuckled, but I couldn’t find the words to agree with him. My fingers trailed gently along his sticky back as our bodies cooled and calmed.
Who knew how long we lay there when he finally pried us apart and climbed out of bed?
“Don’t move.”
He left toward my bathroom and came out shortly after, carrying a wet washcloth. With caring hands, he cleaned my ass of lube, and the hot water clinging to the rag was soothing. Then he wiped away the cum from my stomach before he cleaned himself.
When he tossed the rag into my hamper, I lifted the blanket, and we both slid underneath. Dallas pulled me tightly against him. I rested my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest, dragging my fingers through his chest hair.
“If there was ever a moment when I knew with one hundred percent certainty that you’re mine, this is it. I’m never letting you go, Austin. I promise never to hurt you and that I’ll always love you.”
I lifted my head and kissed him. “And you’re mine. I promise always to love you, too. Thank you for helping me heal my soul. I’m not sure I could’ve fully done it without you.”
“Yes, you could’ve. You’re so strong and brave. You didn’t need me, but I’m so happy you want me.”
After so long of being alone and lonely, never believing I’d find love again, I definitely wouldn’t give up Dallas… ever.