23. Chapter Twenty-Three #2
Bronx grinned at Tony while he pulled his sweatshirt over his head and dropped it onto the hardwood floors. Next he pushed the sweatpants over his narrow hips and down to his ankles where he kicked the garment off of his feet.
They squared off, both eating the other with their eyes, cocks jutting out from their groins and leaking. It was a sight straight off a porn set with Tony already stroking his prick and Bronx doing the same.
“My god, I want you, Rory,” Tony said from just a few feet away.
“I’m fighting an enormous urge to pick you up, wrap your legs around my waist, and impale you onto the end of my dick.
I also want to fuck you up against the windows in full view of the neighbors, do you on the deck in a lounger, finger you in the hot tub, and bang you into oblivion in every room of this house.
I want to be so damn deep inside of you, it’ll feel like we were welded together at a molecular level.
” Tony shivered and let go of his shaft to squeeze his balls.
“Shit, I almost blew my load thinking about the many ways I want to screw you.”
“I am so loving the way you think,” Bronx said with a mischievous grin, “and the answer is yes to everything you suggested.
“Well, tonight I’m going to go slow and easy with you which will feel so damn good for both of us.
It’ll give me time to get to know your body—what you like, and how you respond to different touches and licks to every spot my tongue can reach.
I want all of you, Rory. Every inch of your body will be touched and pleasured by me before I finally sink inside of you like I was meant to live there.
Make no mistake, by the end of this night you will be mine. ”
Bronx closed the distance between them. He pressed himself against Tony, bare skin to bare skin, and it was bliss. He eased his palms along both sides of Tony’s thick neck and laced his fingers together.
“In so many ways I already feel like I’m yours,” Bronx said. “It’s a feeling I never want to lose.”
“You just described my feelings, as well,” Tony said and then he smirked. “I think now would be a great time for you to climb up onto my bed with your back against the mattress.”
“That is the best plan I’ve heard in months,” Bronx replied.
He smiled approvingly at Tony and eagerly stepped over to the bed and crawled on top of it while he continued to stroke himself.
Bronx gazed over his shoulder and saw Tony doing the same.
The visual stimulation was too much and Bronx shivered.
They’d barely started the foreplay and Bronx was hard as a stone statue and absolutely throbbing.
He questioned if he’d be able to hold off until Tony was buried inside of him or not.
Coming too soon would be the ultimate rookie move but seeing as Bronx was finally with a guy he deeply cared for, and they were about to have sex for the first time .
. . it could be the perfect storm to prevent Bronx from being on top of his game.
Bronx rolled onto his back with two pillows propped up behind his head to better see Tony’s performance.
While he watched Tony’s wrist action, he wrapped his fist around his own cock and matched Tony stroke for stroke.
Then he drew his knees up closer to his hips and spread his legs.
The position change was meant partially as a non-verbal invitation but it was done mostly because he wanted to completely expose himself to Tony.
This was an intimate gesture and one he’d never done with a hook-up.
“Mmm, best view in town,” Tony said and grinned. “Prep yourself while I watch.”
“You want to see me finger-fuck myself?” Bronx asked. Tony visibly swayed on his feet and Bronx chuckled. “I’ve got an even sexier idea. How about you bring me some lube and we’ll prep me together.”
Tony let go of his cock and Bronx’s hot gaze dropped to see the heft of it bob freely.
Tony’s dick was impressive with prominent veins traversing the shaft, and his balls, which were also neatly trimmed, were just about a handful.
Looking his fill at the near perfection of Tony’s body with the light dusting of hair on his thighs and chest, along with the treasure trail, and Bronx’s mouth began to water.
It was like drooling over your favorite meal.
Tony stretched out on the bed beside Bronx who curled himself around him and brought himself half on top of Tony. His face rested on Tony’s chest.
Bronx slid his hand over Tony’s soft chest hair and toyed with his nipples. Every tug, lick, or suck to the tiny peaks and Tony shivered and moaned. For the next tug he used his teeth and Tony just about jack-knifed on the bed.
“Holy shit, you are driving me insane,” Tony protested.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Bronx said. He reached for the tube of lubricant that was sitting beside Tony and squirted a liberal amount onto his fingers. “Join me?” He asked the question just as his fingers began to stretch his hole for Tony.
“You won’t ever have to ask me twice,” Tony replied and drizzled the lube over his fingers.
Together they began to slowly work at opening Bronx for what Tony had planned for his perfect ass.
They finger-fucked him and spun their digits around and scissored them while adding more fingers.
Bronx was close to exploding. His leaking tip was making one big, delicious puddle of pre-come.
Bronx ran a finger through the warm, milky mess and licked it clean.
Tony moaned and said, “My turn,” but instead of sliding a finger through the pre-come, Tony lowered his face and used his tongue to lap up as much as he could.
“This is torture. There’s no way I can wait much longer,” Bronx urged. “Put a condom on.”
Tony grabbed the foil packet and rolled it down his shaft faster than he thought was possible without tearing the latex, then nestled himself between Bronx’s legs.
“Is this position okay for you?” Bronx asked.
“It’s perfect because I want to see every facial expression you reveal when I’m pushing into you,” Tony whispered.
“Jesus, I want you so bad right now,” Bronx sighed.
Tony held his cock and pressed the head to Bronx’s opening. The pressure was slow but steady. He watched as Bronx’s face morphed to reflect several different emotions in the span of three seconds.
“Feel good?” Tony asked with a brush of their lips.
“So, sooo fucking good,” Bronx answered. “Don’t stop pushing but go slow.” Tony eased another inch inside Bronx and his breath hitched. “Oh god, yes! Keep going, Tony. Don’t you dare stop.”
Their lips met and Tony stole Bronx’s breath with a kiss that had enough heat to melt the walls around them while sliding more of himself inside Bronx. Inch by luscious inch Tony fed Bronx all he had until he was as deep as he physically could be.
“Still okay?” Tony grit out. Bronx attempted to lift his hips but Tony had to stop him from moving. “I need a minute before you move or I’ll come.”
“I’m so full of you,” Bronx said softly. “Your girth is a lot more than I’m used to but it’s so fucking perfect.”
Tony’s arms framed Bronx’s face like he were holding something precious.
Their gazes locked and an entire conversation happened without words.
It was beautiful and heartwarming, and emotion began to sparkle in Bronx’s eyes.
Tony slowly began to roll his hips and all thoughts in Bronx’s head floated away.
Tony’s rhythm gained momentum with each thrust until all we could hear in the room were grunts and groans of pleasure.
“I’m getting close already,” Bronx whispered.
“Am I hurting you?” Tony asked. “I can ease off a bit if you want.”
“Don’t you dare go easy on me,” Bronx said. “I want to feel everything with you.”
Tony adjusted the angle of his dick and Bronx moaned loudly. “Bullseye,” he said.
Tony kept his movements steady and repeatedly grazed over Bronx’s prostate until Bronx was incoherently speaking. His balls pulled up tight to his body as he screamed, “Ooh, yes! I’m right there. Push me over the edge and own me.”
Tony kissed him again then his mouth moved to his neck. He sucked a spot below Bronx’s ear that was sure to leave a mark while his hips continued to pound into Bronx with utter mind melting precision.
“You’re mine—all mine, every delicious inch of you belongs to me,” Tony whispered against the shell of Bronx’s ear.
“Mine to pleasure, mine to have when I need to feel this perfect ass wrapped around my fat cock. No one else gets this part of you again. It’s mine, as is your heart, your soul, your whole world, and I will give you everything I am in return. That’s my promise to you.”
“Oh fuckkk!! You’re gonna make me come so hard,” Bronx cheered. “Thank god, thank god—ohhh, ohhh YESSS!!”
Tony would have chuckled at Bronx chasing his orgasm in such a diligent manner, but he was too focused on his own.
One more snap of his hips and he filled the condom with a guttural cry escaping his throat.
Bronx found Tony’s mouth and languidly kissed his man through the many aftershocks quaking through them.
“Best orgasm ever,” Bronx panted.
“Agreed,” Tony said. “I can’t feel my toes and my vision is blurry.”
Bronx laughed. “Your dirty talk is incredible, Tony. Gets me every time.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Tony said and dropped his head to rest on Bronx’s shoulder while still inside of his hot sheath.
It would take a bit before he softened enough to remove his cock from Bronx without hurting him.
While they waited, their fingers gently caressed each other as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
“I’ve never felt this blissed-out after sex,” Bronx admitted.
“Me, neither,” Tony said. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk anytime soon.” He lifted his hips a bit and slowly eased himself out of Bronx. He removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it into the trash bucket beside the bed then he lay on his side to face Bronx.