Chapter 30 Canon #2
Settling between his legs, I spread his cheeks and dive in, fluttering the tip of my tongue gently over his hole.
The puckered rim twitches, then softens as I lick over it with slow strokes, savoring his rich, musky taste.
I get lost in the texture, teasing the opening with increasingly firm pressure until he lets me past the first ring of muscle to the silky heat inside.
When my piercing catches on his rim, another hazy moan reaches my ears, and his hips grind against the bed.
Slipping an arm under his thigh, I snake my hand up to cup his stiffening cock, entranced by the way it swells to fill my palm as I push my tongue deeper into his ass. He rocks in my grip, fucking himself drowsily from both sides, as his breathing picks up and grows erratic.
“Quill?” he mumbles, voice husky with sleep.
“What are you…mmm.” The question trails off when I answer by hauling his hips back and plunging my tongue as deep as it can go.
The movement pulls his dick off the bed, but the way he fists the pillow and arches his back tells me he’s not missing the friction.
Burying his face to muffle his moans, he grinds himself wantonly on my mouth, and I devour every succulent inch I can reach.
Could I make him come like this? My own orgasm nips at the base of my spine, vibrant signals pinging rapidly between the plug filling my ass, the friction of the sheets against my dripping dick, and the eager hole melting open under my mouth.
I don’t get a chance to find out how close to the edge I can drive us, however, because the next time I surface for air, he shudders once and pulls himself free of my grip.
Turning as much as he can with me sprawled between his thighs, he props himself on an elbow and fixes me with a look I can’t decipher in the faintly moonlit dark of the room.
He’s fully awake now, and though his rapid breathing and his erection betray his arousal, who knows what’s swum to the surface behind those eyes now that the dream-bubble has popped. Maybe I crossed a line, too impatient and lust-drunk to wake him for consent.
Reluctantly, I drag myself up to a kneeling position, unable to stop a groan when the pressure in my ass increases. I open my mouth to apologize, but the unformed words die in my throat when he sits up, bringing his face level with mine.
“Were you trying to let me sleep through my very first rim job?” he asks, cupping my neck with both hands and rubbing a thumb over my spit-slick mouth. “That hardly seems fair.”
Relief thrums through me at the tease in his tone, straightening my spine, and my lips stretch into a grin.
“I figured this way, if I sucked at it, you’d never know.”
He cocks his head, and I stick my tongue out to flick my barbell over the pad of his thumb.
Tell me I’m good.
Instead of speaking, he hooks his hands behind my knees and hauls me up to straddle his lap. Which is pretty darn close to tossing me around, thank you, Jesus. Slinging my arms over his shoulders, I rut my erection against his, then gasp when he digs his fingers into my ass.
“Careful—oh shit.” My whole body jolts when he brushes the base of the plug, and he stills beneath me.
“What did you do, Quill?” he asks, his curiosity laced with a low menace that has my cock pulsing precum over us both. “You been playing without me?”
“Practicing.” Another, more intentional brush, and my head drops to the crook of his neck. “Keep touching it like that and I might expire before we ever get to the real thing.”
“Like this?” This time, he circles the base with a finger before tugging it lightly.
“Oh, fuck you,” I gasp, but I’m grinding against him now, chasing the orgasm that’s been riding me since I fit the second finger in my ass.
“I thought you promised I could fuck you first? I wasn’t expecting to do it with a toy, but since you’re obviously too impatient to wait for my cock, I guess I can work with it.”
“Wait, no. That’s not—”
Gripping the base, he pulls the bulb halfway out, watching my face with fascination while I squirm.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, trailing a finger around the thick shape and probing gently at my tightly stretched rim.
“N—no…” I fight to hold myself still, unsure if I want to pull away or rock back and impale myself.
This position is a special kind of torture, but it’s not pain that has my thighs trembling and my dick throbbing.
He makes the decision for me, pulling the plug the rest of the way out, and my brief flash of relief is followed by a sob at the sudden emptiness.
“No,” I say again, but this time it’s a whine.
“Jesus. Look at you,” he marvels. “You love having your ass filled.”
I choke a frantic laugh into his neck. “Yeah, who knew? What are you gonna do about it?”
In answer, he pushes the plug back in, and this time it slips easily into place with barely any resistance. The now-familiar weight settles on my prostate, then spikes drastically when he taps the base with a series of steady pulses.
“Don’t come yet,” he warns. “There’s something I want to try first.”
“Yep. Okay. Better hurry up.”
His chuckle travels from his stomach up my thighs and straight to my balls, and I curse him out when he leans away, fumbling at the nightstand drawer before coming back with a bottle of lube—the same brand I bought earlier today.
“Did Ellis take you shopping too?” I ask, ignoring a twinge of hypocritical jealousy. He snorts.
“I’ve been keeping lube in the nightstand a lot longer than I’ve known Ellis.” He squirts a healthy dollop onto his palm, then swipes two fingers through it while I watch, mesmerized.
“Oh yeah? And what was a virgin like you using it for?” My snark is substantially undermined when he wraps his lubed hand around both our lengths.
“Use your imagination.” He gives us an experimental stroke, before squeezing our heads together. His foreskin rolls along the sensitive ridge on the underside of my dick, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from losing it.
“I bet you used to finger-fuck yourself on that little twin bed in the other room, trying to be all quiet so Jeremy wouldn’t wake up and catch you at it. I bet you got so hard thinking about how good my cock would feel inside you that you’d barely have to touch your own before you came.”
“You’re the one with a plug up his ass, writhing on my lap like a little slut,” he teases in that gravelly voice that makes my toes curl. “You think because I’m gay, I’ve been fantasizing about being fucked by you my whole life?”
“Yep.” I tug on his hair and grind down on his lap, smiling when his eyes flash in the dark. “And I wanna hear you say it.”
Leaning in, he brings his lips to my ear.
“I used to finger-fuck myself every night, imagining your fat cock breaking me open. I’d stroke myself and stretch myself and come buckets with your name on my lips.
” He punctuates the words with a devastating roll of his hips, driving his cock up my aching length and into his tight grip.
His other hand works the plug in my ass, fucking it in and out with short, brutal thrusts.
I’m trapped between sensations, losing whatever battle this is on every front.
“Ungh.” I lace my fingers with his and squeeze to still the movement of his hand. “How’d you know it was fat? Were you sneaking peeks at my morning wood during all those sleepovers?”
“Of course.” He swipes his thumb up to press on my slit.
“Dirty boy.” I use my own thumb to tease his foreskin, rubbing it over the ridge of his crown, and I’m rewarded when his head falls back with a moan.
“I was a gay virgin lusting after my supposedly straight best friend. It’s the premise of a hundred romance novels. I was hardly original.”
“And what happens in those novels?” I whisper, dragging my teeth along his jaw.
“Does the gay boy get epically railed by the best friend?” Taking over our rhythm, I jack our cocks together as I thrust along his length.
It’s not terribly coordinated, because he chooses that moment to slip a lubed finger in alongside the plug and use it to add even more stimulation to my prostate.
“Every time.”
And.
I’m.
Done.
I sink my teeth into the juncture at his neck and shoulder as lights explode behind my eyes and the massive swell of my orgasm finally breaks against his shore.
Cum pulses between our tangled fingers, adding its slippery heat to the lube as he rides me through my orgasm, driving his cockhead up my length to chase his own release with fevered snaps of his hips.
My ass clamps down, sending renewed jolts of pleasure radiating from that insane fucking spot inside me, now sizzling under the combination of plug, finger, and my own squeezing muscles.
“Yes,” Josha hisses. “Fucking give it to me. Holy fuck, Quill, just like that. Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”
So I keep coming, and it’s not a swell or a tsunami—it’s the whole fucking ocean carrying me away beneath the stars.
When it spits me out, I’m lying on his chest with his arms wrapped around me, my ass throbbing around nothing and my dick sticky and spent.
I’m perfect.
“Well then,” I say, dredging up the thread of our conversation in a voice gone rough and raspy from sobbing my pleasure into his skin. “We’ll have to make that epic railing happen. It’s canon.”
“We can do that,” he whispers, chest rumbling with amusement. “Like I’d ever say no. But, Gem?”
“Hmm?” I nuzzle into his neck, and his hand strokes over my head, blunt nails dragging gently through the thick stubble.
“Let’s skip the third-act breakup.”
I can definitely get on board with that.
“Deal.”