Caelyx #3
I gave him privacy, sensing that was what he’d kind of been asking for, rolling over onto my side and facing the wall as he dug around in a drawer. I could imagine what the rustling noises behind me represented, my body twitching and pulsing in excitement.
When he came back up to the bed, I turned to look at him, my abdominal muscles clenching as a shot of pure arousal exploded inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed out, my eyes devouring his lithe, toned form. “You’re so hot. You didn’t tell me it would be like a jockstrap.”
He snorted, staring down at me with an expression he probably thought was cool and studied, but I could see the nerves in his eyes and body language. I wanted to believe that he was nervous because doing this with me meant more than when he’d done it with other guys.
“You never asked.”
“I should have,” I realized, my tongue flitting out to dampen my lips as I processed the sizable cock jutting out from his groin.
Of course it was black, just like everything else he owned.
Everything but his colorful, sparkly tattoos.
I wondered if I asked him about them now if he’d have a different answer for me.
I was especially glad now that I’d asked for him to be gentle. It was a little bit intimidating to imagine taking all of that in, but I trusted him, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was going to have me drooling and whimpering on it.
“What’s that?” I asked, tilting my chin toward a little device in his hand.
“It’s just for controlling the bullet vibe.”
“What bullet vibe?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“The one I have right here,” he said, trailing his finger down his toned abs to tap at the base of the cock. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the thought of him grinding against a vibrator while he fucked me.
“Can I use it on you later?”
“Maybe,” he said. “If you’re good.”
“What does being good constitute in this situation?” I asked. I needed all the help I could get. I’d never exactly strived to be good before.
He glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, like he was bolstering his patience, an expression I was extremely familiar with from him.
“Relaxing for me. Doing what I say. Not touching yourself, and coming just from my cock.”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. I could do all of that. Shifting onto my back, I wriggled down a bit so he could get on top of me, but he shook his head again.
“Nope. On your stomach,” he ordered, pushing at my hip to get me to roll over. “I’m going to get you all wet first, like you asked for.”
Groaning into the pillow I’d buried my face in, I felt my cock throb against his bedsheets, another fat drop of precum oozing out.
I’d only ever rimmed other guys. I’d never had it done to me.
I hadn’t consciously avoided it, but Aspen had me imagining all kinds of things I’d never thought much about before. I wanted him to do everything to me.
His weight settled behind me as he spread my thighs a bit with his knees. I jerked at the sudden sensation of his hands gripping my ass cheeks, his thumbs gently nudging my taint as he spread them.
“Jumpy?” He teased, and I shook my head, nuzzling into his soft pillow, breathing in how it smelled like him.
“Just keyed up,” I said. “See, there’s this smoking hot guy I’ve been talking to, and I think we’re finally about to fuck.”
“You talk about this guy a lot.”
“He’s pretty great. I think about him a lot. All the time, actually.” I could feel him leaning into me, putting more of his weight on me, and my anticipation was swelling and swelling inside me until I felt like I could blow up.
“I can tell.”
I opened my mouth to say something else, probably something silly that would make him either laugh or roll his eyes, but then his tongue slid over my hole and my words caught in my throat as I let out a strangled gasp.
Fuck.
My fingers dug into the sheets and my hips bucked reflexively as I whimpered into his pillow. I heard him chuckle, a dark and low laugh that rumbled along my flesh, making me shudder against him.
His tongue moved over me in long, slow licks, over my sac and taint, then coming back to my hole to flutter and tease all those sensitive nerve endings I hadn’t even known existed.
His hands gripped the backs of my thighs hard, just under my ass cheeks, keeping my legs spread and planted to the bed.
Not that he needed to do that. I was pretty sure there wasn’t a force in the world strong enough to push my legs closed before he could fuck me.
A moan poured out from my throat, my hips rolling back into him as his tongue dipped inside me, just enough to light me up with pleasure, before slipping back to tease me with little circles.
He did it again and again, fucking me with it until my toes were curling and my cock was throbbing and leaking, trapped under the weight of my body.
“Oh my god, Aspen.” His name came out like a prayer, my hips twitching and flexing without me even wanting them to.
My body was confused, unsure if rocking back against his mouth for more of his tongue was better, or if it wanted more friction from his bedsheets against my aching cock.
“That’s so fucking good. I swear I could come just from this. ”
He chuckled again, and this time the vibration sank into my balls, making me squirm. When he lifted his tongue off me, I nearly whined at him to put it back.
“That’s because you’re humping my bed like a dog,” he murmured, in that sexy little rasp I was completely obsessed with. “You’re probably soaking it, too.”
“I am,” I admitted, panting.
“Let me feel,” he ordered, slipping a hand around my hipbone and under me.
He toyed with the head of my cock for a moment, just long enough to light me on fire and leave me gasping, his fingers coming away slick with my precum.
“You’re so needy,” he purred. I could tell he loved it, and a bloom of pride coursed through me.
“I need to come so bad.”
He growled a little, and I felt his teeth sink into my ass cheek, just one quick, proprietary nip, before he rolled me over, snatching a pillow from beside my head and wedging it under the small of my back. I appreciated the gesture, and figured it would make it easier on both of us.
On my back, I watched him dig around in the nightstand and pull out the same lube I’d used to frot him before.
“Ready?”
“More than ready,” I assured him, spreading my legs just a little wider to help punctuate the message.
His slick finger teased my hole for a second, applying just enough pressure for it to feel good, before slipping inside.
I took in a breath, willing myself to relax around him, because he’d specifically requested me to.
This part wasn’t totally unfamiliar. I’d done it a couple times, and liked it okay.
But it had never been like this, with so much hot, pulsing tension that my brain felt fuzzy.
He breached me slowly and carefully, being gentle and thorough like I’d requested. He added a second finger, watching me intently as he curled into my prostate. I gasped, my eyes popping wide as he toyed with it, sending electric pulses through my entire fucking body.
“Ah, god, Aspen.”
“You’re so sensitive,” he commented, turning his face into where I’d lifted my leg to brace my foot on the bed and nipping into my thigh.
That brief jolt of light pain bled into the pleasure from his fingers, creating a cocktail mix of sensation that had me moaning and practically clawing at the sheets. “That’s really hot.”
I nodded wordlessly, wanting to show my agreement that I was both very sensitive and really hot, but I couldn’t exactly form much in the way of coherent words while he was stroking my prostate and bringing me to the brink of insanity.
More precum dripped out from my slit onto my navel, and I watched his gaze dart down to it hungrily, like he wanted to lap it up.
I wished he would, but if his tongue touched the tip of my cock, I would probably come instantly.
When he’d finally deemed me ready to take him, he settled between my legs, pushing my thighs up toward my chest.
The burn as he pushed inside was both vaguely familiar and completely fucking unprecedented in my body.
I bit down the urge to grimace, because the stretch was intense, but bearing down helped.
So did the way he kneaded my hips, stroking me in a soothing caress that felt a bit like a silent apology.
He didn’t need to apologize about the sting.
That was just part of it. I panted my way through it, focusing on the intensity in his eyes and how his pupils were blown out already from how badly he wanted me.
“Just a minute,” I requested, when he’d sunk every broad inch inside me. I felt overly full, but little zaps of pleasure were already starting to shoot through me, sparking up in my abs and balls.
“You’re being very, very good, Caelyx,” he said, his chest rising and falling in heavy waves of breath. His praise entered my ears and raced straight to the base of my cock, forcing a groan up from my chest. I’d never cared so much about pleasing anyone.
“Okay,” I finally breathed out, wriggling a bit in his firm grasp and giving a nod to tell him he could start. I felt him do something with the little remote he’d laid next to me, but couldn’t look away from him to watch.
He started slow, with shallow, measured thrusts that scraped my swollen prostate over and over until my mouth was filled with saliva and my abs were pooling with precum, an embarrassing amount, just like he’d predicted.
His strokes got longer and deeper, and my body started to feel like one raw nerve.
My moans were slutty and needy in my own ears, but I didn’t care if anyone heard.
All I cared about was him, and that he knew how fucking good he was making me feel.