Chapter 26 Hanlon
Hanlon
Maybe I should slow down with my verbal assault. But I’m unsure how to do that when Stone is naked and wet in front of me, breathing hard with his finger shoved up his ass. Stone brings out this primal need in me to fucking own him. The need to see him let go and give himself over to me.
I watch for a couple more minutes, but the sight is overwhelming, and it’s not long before I can’t stand not having my mouth on him.
Pulling the shower door open, I hand him his towel.
“Time’s up.”
Stone doesn’t argue as he takes the towel from me and begins drying his body. He runs the towel across his chest first, then down his stomach before drying his hair, then his arms, legs, and finally his back.
When he looks at me, it’s easy to read the desire in his eyes, but there’s also a decent amount of trepidation, which is to be expected.
“You’re in control tonight, okay?” I tell him, trying to reassure him that we’re only doing as much as he’s comfortable with, regardless of the horny shit that comes out of my mouth.
He nods.
“You’ve got to talk to me, Stone. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
Smiling, I lead him from the bathroom.
“Lie on your back,” I instruct. Once he’s situated against the pillows, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his cock swelling under my gaze, I’m almost overwhelmed to the point of paralysis. “Fucking hell, you’re hot,” I manage to rasp.
“I’d return the compliment, but it’s hard to see under all those layers,” he says, throwing me a pointed look as he rubs a hand across the dark hair on his chest.
“This is about you,” I remind him, placing a knee on the end of the bed, trying to hold myself back until I’m sure I won’t just devour him roughly and have it all be over in a matter of seconds.
“If that were true, you’d be naked and inside me already,” Stone says, getting a little bolder with his statements…and his actions as he spreads his legs wider and pulls on his shaft, eliciting a moan that has me ripping my shirt over my head and unfastening my pants in the blink of an eye.
“Don’t fucking rush me. You have no idea how hard I’m having to hold back right now,” I warn.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” Stone says with a quirk of his brow, making me laugh.
“Yeah, baby, because every guy is just magically ready to take a pierced, eight-inch dick up their virgin ass with no prep.” Stone swallows hard at the truth in my words and subconsciously brings his legs closer together.
“Hey,” I tell him, placing my hand on the inside of his thigh.
“I’m not going to hurt you, just maybe curb the taunting until I know for sure that you’re okay with all this, yeah? ”
Stone nods and says, “Yeah, okay.”
“Good boy,” I tease, lowering my mouth to his dick.
He’s so keyed up, it doesn’t take long to taste that first hit of precum or feel his hips thrust into me.
“More,” he whines. “Please.”
Wanting a taste before lube gets involved, I sink lower, licking that spot behind his balls. Stone’s hips punch forward. Guess he wasn’t expecting that.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan. “You taste so fucking good,” I praise, diving back in, lower still. My tongue swipes across his hole, and if I weren’t absolutely fucking gone over his flavor, I’d laugh at how rigid his body goes and how tightly he grips my hair.
Instead, I pull my glasses off because they’re getting in my way and hand them up to him, tapping them on his chest so he takes them from me. I don’t want to be distracted for a single second.
But I am because this angle makes everything too hard to reach.
“Flip over,” I command, sitting up on my knees.
His eyes widen a fraction before he slowly rolls over and pushes up on his hands and knees. Peering at me over his shoulder, his bravery from a few minutes ago falters.
“You’re sure you want to do that?” Stone asks.
Smoothing my hands over his perfect ass, I answer. “Stone, I can’t think of anything I’ve ever wanted more in my life.”
“Okay, but you’ll tell me—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I spread his cheeks and devour his ass like it’s the first thing I’ve eaten in a year…and it’s the only thing I ever want to eat again.
“Fuck, Hanlon!”
“Mmmm,” I groan, burying my face as far as I can get.
My hands are wrapped around the front of his thighs so he can’t pull away from me, but to my utter delight, he’s pushing himself back into my face.
Reaching between his legs, I stroke his cock, but he bats it away.
“I’m gonna fucking come if you so much as look at it,” he says, dropping onto his forearms.
His admission makes my dick throb with need, and I realize I need to get this show on the road if either of us stands any chance of actually lasting until I’m inside him.
I could string this along, drag it out, and go for broke, but it’s his first time, and the hornier he is, the less he’ll fight me, the less it’ll hurt, and the more he’ll enjoy it.
I reach for the lube I bought at the drugstore. I threw it on the bed before walking into his bathroom, knowing we’d end up here.
When he hears the cap pop open, Stone twists to look over his shoulder again.
“Don’t worry, I’m starting with my fingers,” I tell him.
“I already did that part,” he informs me with a slight whine.
“You did it with one. We are going to work up to three, and then I’ll attempt to get my dick in this tight hole. Not a second sooner.”
He growls in frustration and drops his face into the pillow while his perfect ass remains in the air.
Once I’m satisfied that everything is coated well enough, I rim his hole with my finger and gently ease inside, immediately obsessed with how his ass absolutely strangles me.
I’m able to get inside surprisingly well, but as soon as I enter him, he clenches, making it impossible for me to pump my finger in and out.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask, checking in.
“No,” he answers tersely.
“Then relax. Let me move a little,” I coax.
“Can’t,” he grunts.
“Why?”
“Gonna come.”
“Already? Hands free?” I ask, my voice going up an octave. I’ve never known anyone who could come like that.
“Hanlon,” he groans in warning.
“Okay, okay,” I say, giving in. “But you have to relax enough to let me pull my finger out so I can get my dick in there.”
I really don’t want to do this without prepping his hole more, but I’m choosing to believe he’ll tell me to stop if he isn’t enjoying it.
“Condoms?” I ask.
“I don’t have any. Haven’t needed them. I’ve never had sex with a guy, and the last girl I did anything with was a long, long time ago.”
Works for me.
“I’m negative,” I confirm, although I don’t actually think he cares right now.
Squeezing ample lube into my right hand, I coat my shaft carefully so as not to set myself off. With my other hand, I swipe at some of the excess and tease his hole with two fingers just for good measure.
Again, I slip in with ease.
“You’re sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Pretty damn. Now will you hurry the fuck up?”
I’m glad he can’t see me smile at his impatience.
Now lubed and ready, I line my dick up and brace for what I’m positive is about to rearrange my brain chemistry.
“Ready?”
“I’ve been ready,” Stone replies.
I want to fire off a snarky comeback, but as soon as I’m pressing forward, and his body is welcoming me with open-fucking-arms, I snap my mouth shut.
My brain is short-circuiting.
I forget how to breathe.
Trying to keep myself in check, I stop moving, and with no warning AT ALL, Stone slams his hips backward, fucking himself on my cock.
“Jesus Christ, Stone!” I yell, gripping his hips to slow his movement.
He chokes out an honest-to-God sob, followed by, “Please.”
I rock forward and back slowly, the edges of my orgasm retreating slightly at his broken voice.
“Hey, shhhh. Tell me what’s wrong,” I beg while continuing to ride him.
“I…it’s…just don’t stop,” he whimpers, fisting his sheets for leverage as he pushes back against me again and again and again.