Chapter 52
MYLES
The first graze of Charlie’s fingers against my hole has shivers racing through my body, raising goosebumps over my skin. Light as a feather, teasing, he swirls his fingertips, breath hitching when my body bucks with arousal at the foreign sensation.
“Ohmigod, Myles.’
Hovering over me in the flickering light, silky robe hanging open, gold shimmer glinting with each slow, heavy blink of his hooded eyes, he watches me. The focus on his face is complete, like he can see the desperation he’s building in me with each of his maddeningly light touches.
“You like this, don’t you?”
God, he sounds completely drunk on the way he has me trembling, grinding my hips against his, body caught between the instinct to rut and thrust my dick along his hardness and the need to press back for more of his tingling touch.
The sound I let out is something incoherent. Needy and desperate. In the back of my mind, I know it’s probably not normal to be this keyed up over just the feel of his fingers brushing over my skin, but tell that to my body.
Nothing has ever turned me on like this. Every touch he gives me is driving me wild, so out of my mind with arousal, I can barely breathe. And fuuck, he knows it.
“So, so sexy.” Slowly, he strokes his fingers from my hole, over my taint, making my body shudder beneath him as his eyes scan my face, pupils huge and dark.
His fingers glide higher, teasing the seam of my sac.
A light squeeze as he cups my balls, rolling them in his palm, making me moan aloud.
And then his fingers are stroking their way down again, back to circle my hole, and I can’t hold back another moment.
“Charlie,” I gasp, rocking my hips, shamelessly pressing back against his touch. “Fuck, Charlie, please—”
“Hang on, baby,” he whispers, giving my ass a squeeze before rolling to the side, and it’s only because I know he’s not going any farther than that drawer in his nightstand to grab lube that I don’t chase after him and tug him back down on top of me again.
I need him. His body. His mouth. His hands. His touch anywhere he wants to give it. Him.
My hands tangle in his hair the moment he’s back, dragging him down to my lips, and I can’t make myself let go, even as he moves down, kissing his way over my jaw. Along the side of my neck, over my chest. Slow open-mouthed kisses that blaze and tingle over my skin—
My body jolts at the first brush of his lips over my nipple, back bowing off the mattress, chasing his touch, desperate for more. And ohh fuuck, yes, he gives it to me.
He starts off slow; teasing me with one light, circling sweep of his tongue before he dives in, moaning as he licks over me in long, broad strokes and swirls that set me moaning too.
Another moment, and his fingers are clenching convulsively at my sides as his lips close around my nipple, and my body comes alive, blazing with pleasure as he trades off between sharp nips and sucks that have me arching and writhing beneath him.
I can feel the slick trail of precum running down my shaft, my balls full and aching with the pressure and need of my arousal. And the way he’s grinding against my thigh? His dick leaking every bit as badly as mine so that I can feel the wet glide of his crown over my skin?
Charlie lets out a breathless laugh at my whine when he releases my nipple.
Before I can try to form the words to beg for him not to stop though, he’s scooting farther down my body, settling between my legs on his stomach, propping himself on his elbows, and god yes, his robe’s gotten hiked up, revealing the round swell of his ass.
The pillow behind my head gives me just the right angle to take in the sight, and I can’t tear my eyes off the way the lace of his thong outlines the perfect fullness of his cheeks. Can’t think about anything besides how—fuuck—that sheer, thin fabric dips down out of sight between—
Pleasure cracks through me, bowing my spine and dragging a hoarse groan from my chest as a shock of wet, delicious heat runs up the underside of my dick.
Charlie’s tongue, licking a long, hot stripe from my balls, all the way to my crown.
Next moment, he’s diving forward, swallowing me until my tip hits the back of his throat, and I’m gone, hands buried in his hair as my hips shudder with the urge to thrust deep into his throat.
“Ohh fuuck, Charlie.” My head falls back against the pillows as he swirls his tongue around me, sucking and teasing with shallow bobs of his head before taking me down to the root again. “Yess—”
I’m so caught up in the heat and wet suction of his mouth that I don’t even notice Charlie’s gone for the lube until cool, slick fingers sneak between my cheeks.
Just like before, the first brush of his fingertips over my hole has me moaning, arching back against him, and god, how the way he’s working over my dick combines with the sensation? Fuuck yess. Holy shit—
Only, when he presses one finger forward with a bit more pressure, my body tenses, tightening up against the intrusion of his touch that, only a second ago, every inch of me had been craving.
It pulls me out of the haze of pleasure I’d lost myself to, and suddenly, the speeding thump of my heart is full of nerves more than arousal.
Another soft swirl of his fingers, and he tries again.
On the third time, he pops off of my dick, looking up at me through his long, gorgeous lashes.
“Are you nervous, baby?”
“Just— Just a little.”
He drops his head, brushing the softest, gentlest kiss to the inside of my thigh.
“But you still want to do this?”
“So much,” I whisper, and god, I mean what I’m saying.
“Have you fingered yourself before?” The heat in his eyes as he raises them to meet mine makes me wish I could tell him I have.
It’s obvious how hot he’d think it was if I said yes, but I’ll never lie to Charlie, not even to tell him what he wants to hear.
Plus I think it’s kind of important that he knows the full extent of how new this is to me.
“No,” I shake my head. “I’ve thought about it,” heat burns through my cheeks, even though I just got done thinking how I could tell he’d think it would have been hot if I’d actually done it.
“Over the last couple weeks.” My voice drops lower as I whisper the truth, “A lot. But I wanted you to be the first one to touch me like that.”
“Ohmigod,” Charlie’s lips tremble as he exhales. “That’s— Ohmigod, fuck, Myles—”
His fingers skim over my hole again, and from the way he’s staring at me, I can tell that, somehow, I’ve managed to go and turn him on even more than when he’d wanted to hear that I’d done this before on my own. A renewed pulse of desire and pleasure flares through me, echoing the heat in his eyes.
He takes a deep, shuddering breath, like he’s trying to pull himself together as he circles my rim with his soft touch. A low groan rumbles from my chest.
Another shaky breath, and he leans in, mouthing wet kisses over my shaft.
So fucking good—
“Try to relax for me?” The tip of just one finger presses softly against my hole, and another groan tears from me; hungrier, needier as I wordlessly nod.
“I’ll go so slowly, Myles.” His warm, soft lips brush over the tightly stretched skin of my achingly hard crown.
“And I promise I’ll make this so good for you. ”
And just like that, I feel myself relaxing.
CHARLIE
Ohmigod, I don’t know that I’ve ever been more turned on.
Ever.
I finger Myles for what feels like forever, trading off between sucking him and licking over his sac and mouthing kisses down his gorgeous, muscular thighs whenever I’m worried he’s getting too close to coming.
My cock is throbbing and desperate and harder than I think it’s ever been in my life, but there’s not a chance I’m going to rush through this and try anything before I know Myles is totally ready for me to finally sink into him.
I want him to love this every bit as much as I am.
And ohhh, I can’t get enough of how totally I can tell he is loving it.
When he’d tensed up as I’d tried to slip my finger into him at first, I’d been so sure he’d changed his mind.
Now though? Now, just seeing how beautifully he’s falling apart, hearing his muffled cries and groans as he presses greedily into my touch, shifting restlessly on the bed and fisting the blanket when I splay my fingers in him, working him open…
Ohmigod, he’s so into it, I don’t ever want to stop watching and feeling him like this.
Myles’s head is thrown back against the pillows, arching his neck and exposing the tight tremble of his tendons. There’s a fine sheen of sweat over his tanned skin, and beneath it, his muscles flex and ripple with each thrust and curl of my fingers.
And ohhhhmigod, the whimpers and panted gasps he gives me every time I tell him how tight he is? How his hips lift and buck as he moans when I tell him how good he feels on my fingers and how much better he’s going to feel on my cock…
The way he’s responding is the stuff of fantasies, and if I wasn’t beyond desperate to finally find out exactly how it feels to be inside him, I’d stay here all night, just making him come on my fingers, again and again until—
Ohmigod, I need to be inside him. Now.
“Do you think you’re ready for me?” My voice comes out raspy and shaky as I push up onto my knees between his parted legs.
I’ve been using so much lube, there’s a wet patch on the blanket beneath him, but for good measure, I squirt a bit more over his hole where I’m still working three fingers in and out of him as he huffs out a shuddering breath, nodding desperately against the pillow beneath his head.