35 Cutter #3
Part of me wants to say yes, please and thank you. That’s the part that’s aching for him to hit that spot again.
The uptight hetero me is slightly terrified by the prospect of letting another man stick his dick in my ass.
He slips a second finger inside me, and now he’s scissoring them back and forth, pinging that damn button over and over again. Surely my cock is ready to burst.
I can’t stand another second of it. “Yes. Please fuck me.”
He turns my head to capture my lips, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I moan, a trembling mess of need and want right now.
He pulls away from me and I hear a wrapper tear, then more lube. Two fingers become three, plunging in and out of my ass. Everything surrounding it is ultrasensitive, from the skin of my abused cheeks to the invasion of his fingers inside.
His fingers leave me for a moment and I almost cry from the loss, but then I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole and I suck in a deep breath.
You can do this.
“I’ll go slow,” Aubie promises as he pushes forward, breaching the outer ring of muscle. I groan an exhale and tell myself to relax.
As promised, he goes slow. Extra slow. So slow it’s almost maddening. Once I get used to the feeling of fullness, I’m able to breathe past the burn and start to crave the friction.
“You can move,” I urge.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please. Move.”
He chuckles and sinks all the way inside me until he bottoms out and his balls bump against mine. I bite my lip and wiggle my ass into him.
“Someone’s hungry,” he teases.
“Just fuck me. Please.”
I never thought I would like this, but all I want right now is to feel his cock thrusting deep inside me. The harder and more mindless, the better.
It’s an added bonus when each of those thrusts drags the head of his cock across my prostate. I’ve never been a vocal lover, but I can’t stop the string of curses and moans coming from my mouth every time he hits it.
Aubie reaches around me to grip my cock, and my breath stutters, my head swirling with so many sensations at once. His warm body draped across my still-tender ass. His cock dredging ruin inside me. His hand stroking my aching cock.
I want to hold out but I don’t think I can last much longer. When he nuzzles against my neck and blows “Come,” in my ear, I lose all control.
“Fuuck.”
Cum splatters across his expensive linens as my mind goes offline. Somewhere in the chaos I become aware of Aubie tensing behind me then surrendering to his own release.
For several minutes I can’t remember how words work. I collapse in a puddle of cum and concentrate on convincing my lungs to work again. Aubie is draped across my back, and I’m in no hurry for him to move.
Finally his lips find mine in a slow, filthy kiss. “How was your first foray into bottoming?” he murmurs as he pulls the blindfold off.
I blink. “I think I love your cock.”
“I think my cock loves you back.”
I bite my tongue to stop the next words from leaking out of my mouth.
That would surely ruin the moment. Instead, I turn over onto my back, holding him in place on top of me, and bring my lips back to his.
We spend several minutes exploring each other’s mouths, our tongues at once teasing and insistent.
I’ve never been all that invested in kissing before, but I can’t get enough of it with him.
“You taste like decadence,” I say when we finally pull apart.
He grins. “I like the sound of that.”
I close my arms around him, unable to get close enough.
How has this man become so necessary to me that the thought of even one day apart from him is unbearable?
I should be terrified by the prospect of being that dependent on someone else for my happiness, but I can’t seem to manufacture the fear.
I’m just starting to realize Aubie is everything I ever wanted in a partner.
It takes all my willpower not to tell him that.
The cum on my stomach and back is starting to get cold and sticky. Aubie raises up and looks between us. “Shower?”
As much as I hate interrupting this moment, the thought of showering with him perks up my spent cock.
“One more kiss,” I say, pressing my lips to his.
When he pulls back, I can’t decipher his expression. There’s that vulnerability in his eyes that makes me want to protect him.
“I love you,” he murmurs.
I hold my breath, not sure I heard him right. In fact, I have to rewind and replay it to make sure I’m not imagining it.
Did he just say the words that have been circling my head for days?
I stare at him and he looks like he wants to run away. Like he can’t believe he just said that. Like he’s about to panic. I know the feeling.
I place my hands on either side of his face and pull his eyes to mine. “Thank fuck.”
His brows crease in confusion. I raise my lips to his because I’m sensing he needs to feel grounded right now. When he pulls away, his eyes are wary.
Guess it’s my turn. I swallow and dredge up my courage. “I love you, too.”
We stare at each other for a lifetime.
Then his lips curl up in that sly Aubie smirk. “Thank fuck.”