Chapter 15 Three
The next morning, Lane’s scent lingers on my sheets again. I sniff them as I let myself wake up slowly, reminiscing about last night.
We’re almost there now. I’ve been aching to fuck him ever since I first laid eyes on him, but good things come to those who wait. Besides, it’s been fun to prepare him for what’s to come. Instead of going straight for the prize, my anticipation has been stretched over several days.
The thing is, I’m not ready to get bored with him just yet. If I fuck him and lose interest like I usually do with my one-night stands, that’ll be it. I can control a lot of stuff, but I can’t control the whims of my desires.
If I get bored, it’s game over.
To be honest, I’m amazed Lane has kept my interest for this long. I suppose he’s a lot more interesting than my previous conquests… In fact, he’s a little too interesting.
I think about him a lot. All the time, pretty much. When I work out, when Tess calls me, when I have my shitty meetings with my parole officer, when I swim in the pool…
Is that normal? Maybe not, but even if it’s not normal, it feels too good to stop it. I can’t stop it until I’ve fucked him, right? No way. We both want it too much to stop. I just have to be more careful, I guess.
I was close to kissing him last night, and kissing him would be taking it too far. I don’t kiss. Not on the mouth. Lane had his own rules when we first got started—like the clothes—but those, I was quick to override. I can’t override mine.
No kissing. No annoying boyfriend shit. Just fucking.
If I stay on top of those things, this will work out well.
Yeah. Super easy.
I don’t… like him. That would be ridiculous.
He’s cute, yeah, but I wouldn’t want to fuck him if he wasn’t, right?
I barely know anything about him. I just know his body.
I just know what staring into his eyes feels like.
I just know what it’s like to have him blush and moan so sweetly when I make him come.
I barely know what he looks like when he smiles, though. When he laughs. When his eyes glitter with joy. I’ve seen glimpses of it when he’s with Oliver, but he’s never been like that with me.
I groan and turn onto my side. I’m doing it again: thinking about him. Thinking about fucking him is okay, though, and with my overactive libido, steering my thoughts into sex is an easy task.
I reach a hand between my legs to palm my dick, imagining what it will feel like to sink it into his ass, just like I’ve pushed my fingers inside him.
I’ve thought about it countless times while I jerk off—what he’ll look like, what he’ll sound like—so what’s one more?
I roll onto my back with a grunt and fist my cock.
It won’t be long now until I get to experience it in real life. Last night was two. Tonight is three. Then I’ll fuck him. I’ve held out long enough, and so has he.
The soft tapping of his feet in the hallway reaches my ears. I was on the verge of falling asleep, but his presence wakes me right up.
When he opens my door, he’s dressed as always in a black oversized T-shirt, black boxer briefs, and his collar. He’s always shy at first, a little sullen, as if I’m forcing him to come here against his will. This is what he wants most, though, and he knows it.
I have him naked in my bed soon enough. This time on his stomach, like the first time I fingered him, but on his hands and knees this time.
I blanket his body with mine for a moment to whisper into his ear, “Know what’s coming tonight, puppy?”
Lane turns his head and gazes back at me, looking a little startled. “A-Are you going to…”
I tsk and shake my head. “I know you want the real thing, but you won’t get it just yet.”
“Then… three?”
“That’s right.”
He sighs in relief, letting out a little whimper.
“You think you can take it?” I ask.
He nods. “I can. I will.”
I smile at how verbal he is. He usually keeps to one-word sentences when he’s in my room—whether it’s because of overwhelm or embarrassment, I can’t tell. Maybe both.
I stand on my knees and put a hand on his lower back. “Legs spread, puppy. Just like that. Now arch your back.”
Soon enough, I have him face down on the mattress with his ass up, back arched in a tight, beautiful line. He turns his face sideways and gazes up at me, cheeks flushed.
I squirt some lube over his hole and spread it around his rim.
One finger slides inside easily. At two, his hole offers a little more resistance, but soon, he opens up to me, and he sinks into my touch, almost fucking himself on my fingers.
I watch him with great attention and great pleasure, feeling his ass pulse just once as his embarrassment catches up with his arousal, and he looks away.
He can handle two fingers no problem, but at three his hole clamps down, struggling to let me inside.
“Relax now, puppy.” I stroke his lower back in a soothing motion. “Gotta stretch you out so you can take my cock later.”
“Wh-When?” he gasps.
“When, what?”
“When do I get your… your…”
“My cock?” I say, smirking. “Tomorrow. But only if you’re nice and relaxed for me now and let all three inside. You want them inside you, right?”
He nods, whimpering as I slide my fingers out to squirt more lube over his hole.
“You’ll feel really good, all stretched nice and wide. And tomorrow…” I slide two back inside, pressing the third past the tight ring of muscle. “You’ll finally get the real thing.”
“Oh,” he moans and grips the sheets, unconsciously moving away from my touch before he sinks back into it. I keep my fingers still, letting him adjust.
“How’s that, puppy? Almost too much?”
He nods, whimpering.
“My cock is bigger. But you’re going to be good and take it, right?”
“I will. I’ll be… g-good…” His voice disintegrates into a broken moan as I start moving my fingers inside him, making sure there’s plenty of lube to aid the slide.
I don’t want to hurt him; this is to make him not hurt in the end, but it’s as much about control and submission as it is about preparing him for what’s to come.
His pink rim stretches around my fingers, glistening with lube. I gather saliva in my mouth and let it dribble down his crack, watching the glob of spit slide inside and lubricate him further.
“There,” I say as I feel him relax. “Well done. Three is a lot, isn’t it?”
He nods. He’s gone wordless again—only moans and whimpers escape his mouth as I set a faster pace.
I grab his hand and guide it underneath him. “You can touch yourself now, puppy. It’ll feel real nice to come while you’re stuffed this full.”
He closes his hand around his dick, a little hesitant for some reason. “If I do that, I’ll come.”
I chuckle, low and pleased. “Yeah, that’s the point. I want you to. You’ve done so well.”
“I have?” His arm moves quicker as he slides his fist over his cock. “I’ve been good?”
“So good. Now, you deserve to feel even better.” I angle my fingers to press against his prostate, and that’s all it takes; he yelps into the mattress as his hips jerk backward, sinking my fingers even deeper inside him for a moment.
He moans and shudders, and I stare in fascination as I feel his insides clench around my fingers.
His knees buckle under him, but I keep him upright by slinging my arm under his waist. I’m not done with him yet.
“Want a preview?”
He gathers his breath before he answers. “Of what?”
“The real thing.” I didn’t plan this, but it feels like the right thing to do, and I do nothing if not follow my instincts.
Lane looks up at me, confused, but when I slide my cock between his thighs, nudging my shaft against his balls, he blinks in understanding. “Oh. Okay.”
Without me having to tell him, he squeezes his legs together, creating a smooth, tight channel for me to fuck into.
Steadying him with a hand on his back, I thrust my cock between his thighs, nudging up against his supple balls, feeling them tighten.
Only a few minutes have passed, and he’s already all worked up again.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been with anyone with such a short refractory period.
“Please,” he whines, and fuck, do I love hearing him beg. “Please do it now. Just put it in.”
I shake my head, chuckling. I’m not about to lose control and throw out the plan I constructed for us just because he’s begging so sweetly, no matter how tempting it is…
“Just the tip,” he whimpers. And then, he does something that makes a rush of pleasure tighten the base of my shaft: he reaches his hands back and uses them to part his ass cheeks, offering his hole up to me. “Please.”
Oh, fuck.
I know he’s stretched enough at this point that I could just slide inside. I could grip my cock and shove it right in, but that wouldn’t be what I planned. And I always follow my plans.
To keep my mind off the temptation, I thigh-fuck him harder, faster, feeling the buildup of my release. I usually have impeccable control over my orgasms—when I come, when I don’t—but whenever I’m with Lane, it’s a bit harder to keep myself in check. I get too lost in him sometimes.
For now, we’ve already accomplished everything I set out for us tonight, so I allow myself to let go, eyes locked on his hole as my cock twitches. My abs tighten with the force of my orgasm, but I don’t let out any sounds other than a grunt and a breathless “fuck.”
We’re supposed to be quiet, anyway, but Lane isn’t the best at adhering to that particular rule.
I might as well set a standard for us both to follow.
I’m only kidding, of course; I love it when he’s loud—when he can’t help but let his pleasure out in moans and sobs, even though he’s breaking his own rules. It’s all part of the fun.
I blanket his body with mine as I catch my breath, our bodies warm and sweat-slick. “That’s three, puppy,” I whisper into his ear. “You know what comes next.”
I ease my weight off his back to let him turn around. When he does, his hair is a mess, and he glares at me from under his dark bangs.
“Why didn’t you just do it now?”
I grin. “You’ll beg prettier tomorrow.”
“I hate you,” he mutters, but a little smile plays at his lips a second later.
I grin wider. So cute. “You say that, yet you keep coming back for more. Night after night. Finger after finger.” I lean into him, and he curls up on the bed as if he’s scared, but I only smile and lick a stripe up his bruised neck.
“Lick after lick. Bite after bite.” I suck another hickey into his sweet skin, higher now, in danger of discovery.
He whines and squirms, but he doesn’t pull away.
I’m doing a lot of things that I thought I wouldn’t—things I usually don’t.
I’m usually bored with intimacy after I’ve come, but with Lane, I hardly want to let him out of my sight.
I want… I want him to stay here with me and have him wrap his arms around me so I can keep sucking at his neck, keep marking him, until we’re ready to go again.
When I’ve finished off the mark with a bite, I hover over him with my hands braced on his sides. I should pull away; I should stop this, but Lane licks his lips, eyes flicking down to my mouth.
The desire to kiss him comes hard and fast, knocking the breath from my lungs. It would be so easy. Just lean in and capture his lips with mine. I bet they’d feel soft. I bet he’d whimper sweetly into my mouth.
Fuck. Maybe… maybe I can make an exception.
This is temporary, after all—the very nature of our arrangement is temporary.
Lane won’t live here for longer than the summer.
Soon, Oliver will be gone, and we’ll have nothing that binds us to each other, no circumstances that would keep us in the same house like we are now.
I lean closer until we’re forehead to forehead, and Lane is breathing heavily below me, eyes sliding closed. Our lips are inches away from each other when I pull back.
I want to, but I can’t. Breaking my rules is a slippery slope, and if I kiss him, I don’t know what would happen. What else I’d start to crave.
I settle for cupping his cheeks, keeping him still so he won’t get carried away like I almost did. I ruffle his hair and scratch behind his ear, and he leans into my touch, moaning softly.
“You know what you’ll get tomorrow, puppy,” I say.
“The real thing,” he echoes back with a small, dreamy smile, and I nod.
“The real thing.”