14. Full Access Granted
FULL ACCESS GRANTED
GREG
I’ve never wanted someone like this. Not like him.
Not anyone. The few times I’ve been with others, I know my place, my role—top, in control—but with Sean, I want all of it.
I want to experience him completely, and I want him to experience me completely.
My hands twitch and my pulse thunders in my ears just thinking about it.
The heat spreads across my chest and down my legs. I’m leaking already, just from the thought of what’s coming. But this isn’t only lust. It’s trust, too. He’s opened up to me. About his family. His struggles. It’s clearer than ever. He’s my mate. My everything.
I press my hands to him, tracing his chest, feeling the warmth, the softness of his fuzzy stomach. Every touch is electric. I want to memorize every inch of him before we go further. This is Sean, and I want him to feel cherished, adored, worshiped.
He’s lying on my torso, and gods, he’s perfect. I can only see the back of his head, that thick blond hair, but he’s kissing right below my stomach, following the tiny trail that leads to my cock. I’m playing with his ass, kneading, spreading. His hole is open from my tongue, so damn beautiful.
And then his lips softly brush the head of my dick.
“Fuck, Sean.”
My hips remain steady, but I’m so desperate for him to do more. Breathe, Greg. Breathe.
He’s holding me now, rubbing the tip against his cheek. His wet lips. I grasp onto his hips, and he shivers.
“I’ve got you,” I say, letting him know he can relax, that he’s safe with me.
And then, perhaps spurred on by my words, he takes my cock into his mouth. Not all of it. He’s got to ease his way down.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I warn, but he just pulls back, gasping.
“Fuck… your cock is massive.”
My stomach drops. Am I too much for my mate?
“I’m sorry, I—”
“No. It’s fucking perfect. I want every inch of it.”
Before I can stop him, he swallows me deeper, greedily, like he’s starving for it. For me. The heat, the wetness, the desperate sucking—every nerve in me screams. I’m dripping, leaking inside his mouth now, and he doesn’t even flinch, just keeps taking me, making my toes curl.
My palms grip his cheeks, the soft fuzz tormenting my fingers as I push and pry. I circle his hole until he bucks against me—taking the hint, I slip my thumb in, slow and deliberate. Good thing my nails are trimmed; I’d hate to leave a mark… yet.
“Now, be a good boy, and suck my cock while I get you nice and ready to be fucked.”
Sean groans around me, hot and needy, and my dick throbs in his mouth. He’s so desperate. For this. For me. Every sloppy, wet slide of his tongue drives me harder, and I can tell he’s already lost in it—lost in me.
And then, just when I think I might lose myself entirely, Sean’s hand slides lower, massaging my horn, and my whole body catches fire. Every nerve, every pulse, screams for more.
“Fuck, Sean. Fuck… you’re such a good boy.”
But he doesn’t stop. He pulls back, spits in his hand, and then dives right back, sucking me like he’s starving for it while his fingers tease my hole.
I’m on the edge of losing it—his mouth, his touch, his insistence—it’s too much. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this. Ever. My chest pounds, my legs shake, and I feel exposed in the best possible way. My mate is worshipping me, demanding me, and I can’t imagine ever wanting anything else.
And then I realize—I don’t know how long I can hold out before we’re completely each other’s.
He teases my butt in ways I didn’t even know I wanted.
I’m so glad I took those few extra minutes in the bathroom to make sure I was squeaky clean.
My father always says to be prepared. I can feel his focus, his care.
He’s learning me as I’m learning him. Every gasp, every tremor, every whisper sends waves through me.
I can’t help but marvel at Sean. I want to show him how much he matters, how much I need him, even as I lose myself in the sensation.
I look down at him, swallowing hard. “Sean. Can I…? Can I fuck you?” I ask, my voice low and urgent. “You seem… ready.”
He turns back, smiles, eyes shining as he nods. He grabs the lube from his bedside table, carefully preparing us both. The intimacy, the care he takes, makes my chest tighten. I can’t resist kissing him as he slathers me up—over and over, memorizing his taste, the feel of his lips against mine.
When I think he’s done, he leans into my ear and whispers, “Lift your hips for me, please.”
Without hesitation, I do as he says, and he’s applying the slick substance to my hole.
He slides a finger in, then two, and every nerve in my body sparks.
Sure I’ve played with my ass before, but nobody’s ever done this to me.
It’s like a new door I didn’t even know existed has opened, and it’s Sean who’s guiding me through it.
I’m not sure what he’s got planned, but I don’t care. With him, I’m game.
When he’s done, he places the tube on the bed and straddles my hips. His dick points right at me, and I reach down and give him a few strokes.
Sean moans at my touch then reaches around and grips my cock, placing the tip right at his entrance.
“I’ll be gentle,” I whisper, and I mean it. Every touch, every movement, is deliberate, careful, reverent. He’s my mate. He deserves nothing less than my complete attention and care.
“Only at first,” he says with that mischievous smile. “Then, don’t be. Gentle, I mean.”
He takes control first. It takes a few attempts. There’s lots of deep breathing, as I watch his beautiful face relax as he stretches around me.
“Okay,” he says with rounded lips.
He’s riding me—slow, steady, deliberate—letting me feel him in a way I’ve never felt before.
My dick settles inside his warmth, and I grasp his hips, desperate for more contact.
He pauses now and then, breath hitching, adjusting, until finally he sinks almost all the way down, closes his eyes, and exhales, “Now that’s what I needed.
A hot, nerdy, gargantuan cock inside me. ”
The smallest laugh escapes my mouth. It’s overwhelming. Euphoric. Completely new. I let go of everything—control, thought, restraint—and just feel him: the heat, the pressure, the wonder of being completely connected to my mate.
I reach up, splay my hands over his chest, and play with his nipples the way he’s been igniting mine.
The reaction is immediate. He gasps, rolls his hips harder, hungrier, taking me even deeper.
I’m lost in it—lost in him—in the way he moves, the sounds he makes, the way my body fits his like a glove.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice rough. “Taking my long, fat cock like such a good boy.”
His grin widens, wicked and proud as he bobs up and down, his erection bouncing in time.
“That’s it.” My voice sits low in my throat. “Ride my cock.”
I pull him down for a kiss. My dick’s still buried deep, and I murmur into his neck, “You’re perfect, Sean.
And you’re mine.” My glasses slip down the bridge of my nose, catching on his cheek, but I don’t care.
All I can see is him—his flushed cheeks, his trembling smile, the way he shudders when I breathe against his ear.
I want to memorize every reaction, every gasp, every shiver.
“Okay.” He slips off me and crawls onto the bed, settling on all fours—open, waiting, offering himself up.
“I’m ready for you to rail me.”
“Damn, Sean.” I push my glasses up, taking in the sight of him like this.
I lean forward, spread him wider, and stare at his gorgeous ass. Open and ready for me. I run my tongue along his hole, tasting him, tasting us. The sound he makes drives straight through me. I grab the lube, slick both of us up, and move into position.
And then I’m inside him again—Sean, my mate—really fucking him.
Hard. He’s moaning, biting the blanket, pushing back to meet every intense thrust. As he opens up more, I feel it—the angle, the rhythm—until my cock hits that spot inside that makes him moan with pleasure and the tip of my horn brushes that sensitive spot between his balls and hole with every plunge.
“Greg—you—that—holy fucking balls.”
I laugh, grip his hips tighter, and pull him back so he feels it even more. The sounds he makes, the way his body yields to mine—it’s more than pleasure. It’s trust. It’s belonging. And, gods help me, it’s everything I never thought I’d have.
“Good boy,” I say. “You’re my beautiful good boy taking my cock. And you’re mine. All mine.”
We find a rhythm—Sean thrusting back, me driving in, then pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the head of my dick throbbing inside his slick hole before plunging back in.
It’s the perfect fuck, every movement synced, every breath shared, and I wish I could stay inside him forever, connected like this.
But then it hits—the first pulse of release winding tight, curling my toes. The warning spark before everything detonates. And through the haze of pleasure, a flicker of logic breaks through. We’re in Sean’s apartment. On his bed. His clean, dry bed.
“Wait,” I pant, pulling out just enough to breathe. “Hold on.”
Sean blinks up at me, flushed and wrecked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just—trust me.”
I turn him around and scoop him up easily, still buried inside him, and carry him to the bathroom.
He laughs breathlessly, arms around my neck, as I step into the tub.
With his legs wrapped around my waist, I resume fucking—deep, steady, urgent—and the sound of our skin meeting echoes off the tiles.
The change of position, the new angles, the closeness, the feel of his body pressed to mine—it’s overwhelming.
Sean tilts his head back, eyes rolling, and all thought dissolves.
“Greg.” He says my name so softly that if I weren’t perfectly tuned to him, I’d miss it.
We pause, the air thick with heat and trust. My arms tighten, pulling him closer.
“I’m close,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Are you?”
“So close.” My cock pulses inside him, so ready.
“Good. But… I… Um.” Sean bites his lower lip.