Chapter 22 #2
He warms the lube between his fingers like the angel he is, before his first finger penetrates me right up until he’s a knuckle deep.
He takes great care in opening me up before sliding in a second and when I’m writhing back against the two, he adds a third for good measure.
There’s a slight burn with it, but it feels so good and if I’m going to take the thickness of his cock, I’m going to need it.
‘Fucking hell.’ It’s my turn to start swearing up a storm, but how can I not when his free hand is digging into my thigh, holding me in place and no doubt leaving fingerprint-sized bruises, which I’ll get to treasure as a memory of tonight.
‘You ready for me?’ he asks, leaning against my shoulder, his fingers grazing over my prostate.
All I can do is nod and squeeze the base of my own dick to keep this from being over too soon as I hear him rip open a condom and sheath himself.
The thick head of his cock breaches my hole and I puff out a breath, fingers gripping his comforter as I brace myself for a little bit of pain.
It’s been a while, and while Johannes doesn’t have the longest cock in the world, it’s easiest the thickest I’ve ever seen and he’s currently splitting me in two with just the tip.
‘You okay?’ He’s cautiously holding himself back, assessing if I’m ready for him to keep going.
‘Yeah, just … fuck! Why is your cock so big?’
‘Born this way,’ he says, and I never thought I’d be laughing during sex with Johannes.
It causes me to edge back a little and it kinda hurts, but at the same time I feel so alive. ‘Just give it to me. I don’t mind if you’re a little rough.’
‘I’m seeing a whole new side of you tonight.’
I know I’m blushing, but it’s something else to feel him all over me, to trust him to break my whole body in half.
He’s good at listening to me off the track, too, it seems, because he ploughs my ass like a tractor in a field during autumn harvest. The skin-on-skin noise echoes through the room and I hope Nils took Jo’s advice about the noise-cancelling headphones.
Between his balls hitting off my ass and the pair of us moaning and swearing, it’s loud in here.
Every time he nails my prostrate my dick leaks a little more. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet during sex before. There’s sweat dripping down my forehead and I’m so close, so fucking close.
‘Fuck, shit, Caleb, I can’t…’ He nails me one more time and then I feel him still and then pulse inside me, which sets me off, too – long ropes of cum coating my stomach and his sheets.
I collapse face first into his pillows as I feel him pull out. The bed dips and I hear him go to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I wince as a wet cloth swipes over my sensitive crack.
‘Sorry, just clearing up the mess. Turn over and I’ll do your stomach, too.’ I roll onto my back and he swipes up all of my cum, before tossing the cloth back into the bathroom and sliding back into bed with me.
I couldn’t move if I tried right now, but especially when he wraps an arm around me and pulls me close so my head’s resting on his chest.
‘Can you stay?’ he asks.
I nod against his chest, words failing me as I catch my breath.
‘Aren’t you worried that the engineers you share your apartment with will know you’ve been gone all night?’
‘And?
‘Well, we aren’t exactly public, are we?’
‘How would they know who I’m spending the night with? And anyway, when we’re still going strong at the end of the season, or the beginning of next, I won’t care.’ We’ll have to do it the right way and talk to management before we do anything else, but that’s fine.
A zap of shock zings across his face and I realise he thought I was going to hide him away forever.
Once we’ve been together a serious amount of time, and we’re stable and confident in our commitment, there’ll be no risk – or much less risk – in going public.
I’m so proud to be dating him and I only wish I hadn’t let fear stand in the way of us having had this a couple months ago.
He leans in to kiss me. Tugging the comforter up over the both of us, he pulls away and opens an arm for me to snuggle in next to him and I have absolutely no objections to being the little spoon right now. Not when his thigh slips protectively over mine and holds me in place.
‘You’re so good, you know that, right?’ It might be dark, but I can see the conviction in his chocolate brown eyes.
‘Wow, one night with me and he turns into a sap. What have I done to Johannes Müller?’
‘Hey.’ He swats my ass. I’m sure it’s meant to be a punishment, but I really do think I might have found my kink. ‘I’m trying to have a serious moment here. You make me feel like I’m worth it.’
I can’t imagine a world or any single reason why Johannes should or would have had to feel any other way, and if someone did make him feel this way, I’d like to kill them.
There’s no one like him, not a single person I’ve ever met who cares the way he does.
Who is so ready to look after you and make you feel like you can accomplish anything.
I’ve watched him take Nils under his wing and show him the ropes – teach him how to be a winner.
‘That’s because you’re beyond worth it, Johannes. I hope I get to show you that every day that you’ll let me.’
‘You already do,’ he whispers into the darkness, before pressing a soft, final kiss to my lips. His head drops next to mine on the pillow we seem to be sharing tonight and with every single one of our limbs tangled together, I fall asleep happier than I can ever remember.