34. Oli
Oli
Rain
D oes he not realize how long I have wanted to do this? With him specifically?
Jorge is the object of my desires, he’s my fucking dream come true, and I’m not wasting another moment being trapped inside fear when I have him spread out like some divine meal before me.
I want him, and I’m going to have him.
Giving his pretty hole one more long, tonguing kiss, I force myself to release his cheeks and rise to my feet.
On my way up, I grab the discarded soap and wash my body. I’m too excited and jacked up on lust to care about my hair right now. Jorge gawks at me, cheeks dark and lips red and kiss-swollen. Wincing as I scrub my cock, I try to keep my cool. I almost came when he did, having to will my dick to behave. God, the sounds he made and the way he loved every second of it was perfect. He is perfect.
“Are we going to fuck?” he asks, smearing some leftover cum off his cock.
“That was my intention,” I say through gritted teeth while I soap up my balls.
“You’re so hard.” The little gasp at the end does nothing to stifle my need for him. Like my dick heard him comment on it, it flexes and leaks. The foreskin squeezing the life out of my cockhead is just as sensitive as everything else. “Do you want me to touch you? I totally will.”
I haven’t had sex in so long that I’ll probably nut the minute my dick touches his ass. A preemptive orgasm might be a good thing. Hurrying to wash my pits and ass, I make quick work of it, rinsing my body and the soap at the same time. When I set the soap down on the caddy, I reach my hand out for him. He comes instantly, slotting our fingers together and puckering his lips. I capture them, letting him taste his flavor coating mine.
“This is fucking filthy,” he comments, swiping his tongue over my top lip. “I love it.”
I chuckle, grabbing his hips. “But we’re so clean.”
“You know what I mean,” he says through a faux-scoff.
“I want you to touch me, baby. But…” Ground rules. I need to be honest with him and me. Despite my progress with intimacy, I know there are places I can’t tolerate being touched.
Gliding his hands over my chest, he squeezes my pecs. “Tell me what to do. I want to make you feel good.”
I stare down into his pretty brown eyes, the gold in them more prominent after he orgasms. “Anywhere but my ass is the jist of it. And I don’t want to feel restrained at any time.”
He kisses me again. “Tell me.”
I take a glance at the shower, not wanting his first experience to be on his knees, partially drowned. “Dry off and get on the bed.”
His eyes glitter with excitement as he hops out. I chuckle, turn off the shower, and follow him. Hopping on the bed, he quickly dries his crotch and tosses the towel to the floor. I take a little more time drying off, confused that my dick hasn’t gone down in the slightest. Not thinking harder about that, I plant my feet at the side of the bed.
“You can touch me, or you can suck me.”
We both look at my dick. Jorge swallows hard. “What if I’m bad at it?”
“Nothing you do will be bad; I can promise you that,” I say with a chuckle.
Determination washes over his features as he wets his lips. Scooting over to the edge of the bed, he throws his legs out, bracketing mine, and gently strokes my legs. Chills erupt over my skin, my cheeks clench, and my stomach tightens. Those dark lashes framing his eyes flutter as he leans forward and presses a kiss to my hip. He does the same to the other side, and I groan, my head tossing back.
“Mystical vapors,” he mumbles against my hip.
“What?”
“Nothing.” And he licks a stripe from the arch of my pelvis straight to my belly button. Those full lips press endless kisses all over my lower stomach—wet, sucking kisses that drive me wild with need.
I’m worried about where to put my hands, so I rest them on his shoulders. Jorge immediately takes one and places it on the back of his head. “Show me, beautiful. Please.”
Fuck.
I guide his head lower, letting him drag out his wonderful torture, and when he gets to my pubes, I grab my cock. “You don’t have to take it all.”
He licks my weeping slit, and I grunt. Hell, that feels too good. “Weird,” he says, tasting it. “I thought it’d be saltier.”
Damn him. The hottest moment of my life, and he makes me laugh. I rub my cockhead over his lips, and he swipes his tongue out again. “You taste good,” he rasps and sucks the whole tip inside.
I choke, my fingers spasming in his curls. “ Shit .”
He moans loudly, easing my cock down his throat, and he…doesn’t stop. With wide eyes, I watch him descend on my length, taking inch by inch. When he bottoms out, unfazed, and peeks up at me, my balls draw up, ready to stop the show. “Good god, kitten.” I trace the ring of his lips for a few seconds while he holds his breath. He looks utterly obscene right now. It hits me fast that he’s waiting. “Swallow, baby. Swallow around me.”
His throat flexes, and I choke again. Fuck me. “Just like that,” I rasp, petting his hair.
He does it a few more times, then slowly slides his mouth up. When he sucks on my cockhead, like he’s purposefully trying to milk it, I grip his hair. I’m not going to last. There’s no way in hell.
“Kitten,” I wheeze, tugging enough to get him off my cock. I squeeze the base, trying to stave it off, but he fights me and sucks me right back into his perfect, wet mouth. “I’m going to come.”
His eyes flutter with pleasure, and he grabs the backs of my thighs, urging me forward. “It tastes different,” I warn again.
Popping off for a split second, he tells me with heat, “Do not deny me your fucking cum. I want it.” And he swallows me whole.
Clinging to his head and shoulder, my cock kicks, the orgasm splitting me in two. My hips buck against him, and my head flies back in a silent scream. Jorge mewls, sending vibrations up my length, dragging his tongue while he takes everything I have. My cum, my heart, my goddamn soul. He siphons it all out of me until I’m boneless, collapsing forward and catching myself on the bed. Warm lips hit my stomach; needy noises hit my ears.
“Babe,” he purrs, stroking my hips and caressing my back. “Beautiful. That was so so good. I want more. Please.”
My spent dick tries to rally and fails. I slide down to my knees, pressing my face into his chest, and ignore the stab of his slick dick poking me. I cling to him, needing to collect myself because I’m riding high on the orgasm afterglow. Jorge kisses the top of my head, swiping gentle fingers down my sweaty shoulder blades.
“That turned me on so much. I’m a total cockslut, aren’t I?” he asks, serious as death.
I lift my head, and he steals my lips. He tastes like my cum. “Only for me.”
He nods eagerly, tugging on me. I let him guide me onto the bed, crawling over him. I’m fucking putty right now, completely at his mercy. “Only you,” he agrees, stealing endless kisses. “I want to try something.”
“What?”
“Lay down on your back.”
I reel back, eyeing him suspiciously. My instinct is to question him, but this is Jorge. My Jorge. I roll onto my back beside him. He bites his lip, his eyes immediately land on my flaccid cock. He wiggles down my body, still at my side, and lines his face up with it.
“I— Is it weird I just want it in my mouth?” he asks shyly with a cute blush.
I finger his chin, pinch it, and shake my head. “No.”
“Is that okay? Can I keep it in my mouth?”
Fuck.
“Yes, kitten.”
He sighs happily, presses his cheek to my thigh, and sucks my spent dick into his mouth. Spooning me and holding me close, he moans a little, humping my leg, but I understand what he wants. That nearness, that intimacy. I pet his hair while he warms my cock, happy to just relax in our bubble. Long minutes pass like this before he starts to suck. It starts weak, almost teasing, but he gets impatient, working his tongue up and down, up and down.
“Mmm,” I let the moan out, still petting his hair, giving it little tugs now and then.
When I’m hard again, he lifts on his elbow and sucks me in earnest, still humping me desperately. “That’s enough. Come here."
With a sad little pout, he lifts his mouth. He eyes my dick like he does his Pop Rocks, then sneaks a lick in before crawling back up to my face. I’ve created a monster. I grab his jaw, desperate for a taste, and kiss him hard. Tossing a leg over my hips, he seeks out my dick with his own, rubbing us together. He really is a kitten. My little kitten in heat. I flip us so he’s on his back, banding his legs around me.
“Where is your lube?” I murmur, dragging my lips down his jaw to nibble his ear.
“Ughn. Top…drawer.”
Blindly reaching for it, I am too far away, so I peel our faces apart. I find the lube in his drawer and a cute little plug. I pull it out, studying the girth, and tsk him. He shrugs innocently.
“You have been using this?”
“Obviously,” he huffs.
“Is it comfortable?” I move to rest on my knees between his legs. Gently urging him to bend, I get him spread and exposed before lubing up the plug.
“Y-Yeah. I like…it,” he moans when I push the tip against his hole.
“But you’re so tight.”
“Good god, that never gets old,” he cries out.
“Do you like being too tight for me?”
He nods fast, panting and lifting his legs to his chest. His pretty little cock is hard, wedged between his thighs and leaking all over his belly. “F-Fuck, O-Oli,” he whines.
I haven’t even gotten past the tapered tip yet; this is just some light teasing. Jorge is so responsive that every touch I give him makes me feel like a god. “As much as I want to see your sweet hole clench on this, I want to feel you more.”
“Later,” he rasps, hands flapping. “Please fuck me. Please.”
The erratic breathing, the arm banding over his shins to keep them up, and his flush from cheeks to chest are too gorgeous to ignore. “A kiss first.”
“Holy fucking shit balls,” he cries out as I lift him completely off the bed and press a wet kiss to his fluttering hole. “ Imadie .”
I lick the back of his thighs, savoring the moment, loving how needy he is. Nipping the sensitive muscles there, he howls and wiggles in my grip. I kiss his balls, taint, and lick his hole again. When I have him sobbing into his arm, trembling with need, I lower him back down and lube my fingers. I get the first one in, his back bowing off the bed. His prostate is swollen, and his cock is leaking so much.
“You see, baby. You are just so tight.” I push on his prostate, and he clenches on my finger. “And you think you’re ready for cock,” I say with mock chiding.
“I am!” he cries. “Please!”
“Hmmm. I don’t think so.” I gently ease in a second finger, and he shouts again, head thrashing left and right. As much as I’m enjoying our game, I’m worried this might actually be too much. I remove his arm from his shins, lowering his legs to see his face better. “Are you okay?”
He sniffles. “I’m perfect. I want you inside me, beautiful.”
“Soon, love.”
“Ohmygod,” he whimpers. “This is the best moment of my life.”
I chuckle, kissing his inner thigh, and finger him for real. His cock bobs, nuts bouncing off my palm, and I curl up to stroke his prostate on every thrust. The sweet moans and whimpers get louder and louder. He’s going to come again, but I need to be inside him first. Laying off his prostate, I add a third and fourth. Thoroughly stretching him all the while offering praise, playing into his size kink, insisting he’s just too fucking tight for me. And then Jorge cracks.
His head snaps off the pillows, eyes glowing with desperate fury, and he demands, “Fuck me now, Oliver or I will riot.”
“As you wish,” I say, and he blushes… hard.
I ease my fingers out of him, grab the lube, and coat my cock. I add some more to his hole for good measure and line up. Jorge grips the covers beneath us, eyes wild as he watches. His cock bucks in the air, a perpetual string of precum attached to the tip. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone produce as much as him. I’m kind of obsessed with it.
“Bear down, kitten. Let me in.”
He opens for me just like I knew he would, and with some minor resistance, I push through. “ OW! ”
My movements halt immediately. I go to pull out, but he grabs my arm with a death grip. “Don’t,” he growls. “It…I just wasn’t expecting… the burn. ”
“Let me pull out and check.”
“I’m fine,” he argues and wiggles his hips. “It was startling.”
“Jorge.”
“ Oli ,” he mocks me and clenches around me. “Dear god, it burns. Is it meant to burn?”
“I’m checking.” I pull out of him and lift his legs. Jorge grumbles the whole time, but I don’t see any tears. No blood. “Does this hurt?” I push a finger in, and he shakes his head.
“No.”
“Are you lying?”
His eyes soften. “No, babe. I have never done this before. I’m okay. Please, come back.”
I’m not convinced I didn’t seriously hurt him. My cock has shriveled inwardly at the thought. But he makes grabby hands and uses his puppy eyes on me, so I crawl back over him.
He kisses me lazily at first, soothing my worry. We kiss and kiss until my dick revives, and then Jorge is the one positioning me. We go slow. Tiny movements until I’m through the first threshold. He hisses a little, biting his lip but urging me deeper. Once my hips are flush with his ass, he sighs contently.
“You have a massive penis,” he says matter-of-factly.
“And you have a tiny hole.” I kiss the tip of his nose.
“Noted. Now, fuck me.”
“Aren’t you a bossy little thing?” I tease, pumping into him once. He groans, digging his nails into my back. “Does it feel better, baby?” I check in.
“Yes. Slow is good.”
“Tell me when you want more.”
“When it comes to you, I will always want more, beautiful.”