Chapter 18 #2
“Wait.” He catches the condom, then snags the lube from my hand.
“I want the other thing first.” He licks his lips and knee walks over to me on the bed, so our cocks are bouncing just inches from each other.
“Lube up and frot,” he echoes my words from last night.
“Then I’m going to finger you before you take my cock.
That’s what you meant by getting yourself ready, right?
You’re going to lube up your fingers and stretch yourself first? ”
I nod. I showered and prepped before the club just in case things went the way I was hoping they would tonight.
“Alright, Fergie, it sounds like you’re a man with a plan, so don’t let me stop you.
” I make a show of lying down on the bed and tucking my arms behind my head, smirking up at him as his eyes roam over my naked body and hard cock, a look of awe on his face that I’m not about to point out to him is definitely not straight.
Diego straddles me and drizzles lube over my cock. The sudden coolness makes my dick jerk, and I hiss through my teeth.
“Sorry,” he murmurs.
“It’s fine. Come here.”
I hook my hand behind his neck and drag him down.
Like in the hallway, he resists just enough to make it fun, to make me have to exert a little bit of strength to get him where I want him.
But as soon as his hard, bare cock meets mine, any playful resistance disappears and he lowers himself on top of me, a low, needy moan parting his lips before we crash together in another kiss.
“Fuck,” he pants, rolling his hips to grind the full length of his cock against mine in long, slow strokes that are completely at odds with the rough, frantic kiss.
His cockhead catches against mine and I moan around his tongue.
Frotting is better than fucking sometimes, if you ask me.
The full-body contact, the hot, silky slide of another cock against mine, the desperation that builds and builds as you chase pleasure together.
I moan again, a burst of precum joining the lube that’s slicking our cocks, making our skin slippery.
I could get off just like this, with Diego panting into my mouth, his hard nipples dragging across my chest, and our cocks grinding together.
It’s too intimate though. It feels too damn good in ways that aren’t physical at all.
So, I give him a small shove again and he breaks the kiss with a ragged gasp.
“Finger me and then fuck me,” I say, pushing him off enough that I can roll over.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, sounding dazed and just as horny as I am.
I get into position with my knees under me and my ass up for easy access, my cock swinging between my thighs, aching to feel his again.
I hear the snick of the lube bottle cap.
He’s more careful this time, squirting the lube onto his fingers instead of directly onto my hole.
It’s still a bit of a cold shock when he drags his slick fingertips over my rim for the first time, but not as bad as straight from the bottle would have been.
He teases my hole with two fingers, making slow circles until I can feel my body unclench and I sink deeper into the position with a moan, my back arching and my thighs sliding farther apart underneath me.
“What’s it feel like?” he asks in a low, hoarse voice, putting a little bit of pressure on my pucker now but not forcing his fingers inside. “Getting fucked,” he clarifies, in case I didn’t know what he meant.
“Not everybody likes it. It’s hard to explain, it feels full, like a deep, satisfying stretch that makes your whole body hot and trembly all at once. It’s like the orgasm comes from deeper inside when it happens and you can’t catch your breath for a minute.”
My cock twitches impatiently and my insides clench in anticipation of the feeling I’m describing. I hear Diego’s breath hitch and his fingers finally slip inside me, stretching that outer rim of muscle with his knuckles.
“I can’t decide if that’s so hot because I’m dying to make you feel that fucking good or if it’s because I want to feel it too,” he confesses with a breathy laugh that turns into a moan when I sink back onto his fingers, impatiently taking them as deep as they’ll go.
“Well, since I’m already here with my ass in the air, why don’t we try it this way tonight and if you still want to know what it feels like later, I’ll be happy to help you out with that,” I say in a strained voice, my thighs quaking and my hole aching for more already.
“Deal.” He gains the confidence to finally start fucking his fingers in and out a little faster, thrusting them deeper now that he knows he doesn’t have to be so careful with me.
“Fuck me, Fergie,” I groan.
He moans too, and his fingers slip out of my hole.
I hear him tear into the condom, and in only a few seconds, his sheathed cock is nudging my rim.
Luckily, he seems to be as out of patience as I am, easing inside without any hesitation or teasing this time.
He moans again, a choked, horny sound that tightens my balls and makes my cock spasm and twitch.
He sinks deep in a single thrust, and my whole body lights up at once from the fullness, the stretch, the fucking perfect feeling of his cock inside me and his balls bouncing against mine.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, pulling out then thrusting in again hard enough to jar me forward, pressing my face into the pillow.
Fuck yes, this is exactly what I need. A hard, impersonal fuck from him to remind me where things stand.
The length of his cock drags against my prostate as he finds the perfect punishing rhythm, our skin slapping and our moans echoing through my bedroom in tandem.
I reach between my legs to wrap my hand around my cock and match the jarring pace of his thrusts, that feeling I just described to him building quickly in my gut, hot and pulsating, ready to explode.
“Just like that, Fergie. Fuck, it’s so good. You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.” I grunt, clenching around his thrusting cock and moaning into the pillow.
“God, yeah. Come on my cock, dude. Your ass is so fucking tight. I’m not gonna last.”
Dude. Fuck, that’s so goddamn hot. He’s not closing his eyes and pretending there’s a woman underneath him. Dude. Is he looking at me? Is he watching his cock slide in and out of my hairy hole? Can he feel his balls crashing against mine with every hard thrust the way I can?
His thrusts get more erratic, and my cock starts to swell in my hand. We both let out loud, wild groans and my hole clenches hard around him as my orgasm crashes over me.
“Dude,” he moans again, falling forward and wrapping his arms around my middle as he thrusts wildly, chasing his pleasure, every stroke of his cock stoking the pulsing, clenching orgasm that’s already racking my body.
My cum splatters the bed beneath me and runs down my knuckles, and Diego bites down on the back of my neck as his cock starts to throb inside of me. We thrust and writhe and grunt until we’re both sweaty and spent, and then we collapse in a heap with his heavy body on top of me.
“I don’t think I’m straight,” he mumbles against the back of my neck, and I can’t decide whether I’m supposed to laugh at that or not. Luckily, I’m too out of breath to laugh anyway, so I just grunt again.
He’s not straight, but that doesn’t change anything, does it? My stomach flutters and a dangerous spark of hope flickers in my chest. Could it?