Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
SAWYER
Multiple things happen in my body at once. My dick goes from pleasantly plump to rock fucking hard in an instant. My heart rate shoots through the roof and my lungs seize up. My brain flashes error messages as it tries to process the words coming out of Preston’s mouth.
He wants me to fuck him.
Yes. Yes. Absolutely, yes.
Fucking Preston, being inside him, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted in life.
I’ve been avoiding it, satisfying myself with frotting and handjobs and blowjobs.
And they’ve been plenty satisfying, don’t get me wrong.
It’s all still sex and wonderful sex at that.
But there’s something next-level about cock in ass.
Once we’ve graduated to fucking, there’s no going back.
“Are you sure?” My voice is strangled as I force myself to ask the question.
“Yes, please.” Preston’s hand goes to his nipple, already red and swollen from my attention. He tweaks it and gasps. He drags his other hand down his torso and takes hold of himself. He’s hard and leaking, and when he gives himself a stroke, a small gush of pre-cum spills out of his slit.
“Fuck,” I mutter, eyes glued to Preston and how he’s pleasuring himself. My balls ache in anticipation of flooding Preston with my cum, of painting his insides and leaving a part of me behind.
At my inaction, Preston tilts his head contemplatively. “Unless you don’t want to?”
The laugh that escapes my throat borders on hysterical. “Oh, I want to. I definitely want to. It’s just that… are you sure you’re sure?”
“Yes,” Preston says again with a little furrow in his brow. “I want you to fuck me. I wouldn’t have said so if I didn’t want it.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on drawing in deep, steady breaths. “But do you know what it means? What’s involved?”
“Of course, I do.” Preston sounds indignant now. “You put your penis in my rectum.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“I know there are different positions we can try, that we need to use lube because the rectum doesn’t produce its own lubrication, and that we’ll need to slowly stretch my sphincter so—”
“Okay, yep, yeah. Got it. You got the mechanics down pat, but…” I hesitate, studying Preston’s curious and confused expression.
There is nothing I want more in the world than to fuck Preston, to show him how good it can feel, to be that intimate and close to him. But faced with it now, knowing what a big step it is… I’ve never had performance anxiety before, but…
“Sawyer?” Preston touches himself, pinching his nipple and stroking his cock. “Please?”
I gulp. How can I resist him when he’s looking at me with so much heat in his eyes? I’ll make this good for him. And if for whatever reason, I don’t succeed, well, I don’t give up that easily.
I slot myself between his thighs. “You have to tell me if you want to stop, okay?”
Preston nods. Eyes wide and bright with eagerness, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“If it hurts or if you don’t like it—anything—you have to tell me and we’ll stop and we never have to do it again.”
He nods again, more fervently this time. “Okay.” The word comes out in a hushed, but excited whisper.
“Promise me you’ll stop me.”
When he hesitates, I push into the mattress with my hands and shake the bed. “Promise me.”
“Okay, I promise, I promise.”
Even with that, I don’t start right away. I want to savor this moment, record it to my memory so I’ll never forget. My first time fucking Preston. His boldness and determination, so coy and sensual. My love for him threatens to choke me, it’s so thick.
“Can we start now?” Preston asks, his hands coming to my sides and sliding around to my back. He tugs me down and I drop to my elbows. His breath is hot as it blows across my chin.
This is perfect. Preston’s perfect. I’ll never get enough.
“Yeah, we can start now.” I slant my mouth over Preston’s, careful of his bruises, and he whimpers into the kiss.
It’s slow at first, our lips caressing each other, our tongues saying hello. But it heats quickly when Preston plants his feet on the bed and arches up into me. Using my weight, I press him back down, dicks grinding together, skin sliding across smooth skin.
Preston digs his fingers into my back, clawing at me like he can’t get enough. He rips his mouth from mine. “Sawyer, please!”
I growl at the desperation in his voice, at the way he’s writhing around, I grind myself against him. “Is this what you want?”
He arches against me. “Yes!”
“You want to take my cock?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to stretch you open and fill you up?”
“Yes! Please, Sawyer, please!”
His cries are a drug, sending me soaring and leaving me dazed. I pull back, pushing his knees up to reveal the entrance to his body. “Hold here,” I instruct him and Preston immediately complies, hands coming to grip the backs of his knees.
“Yes!”
The single word rings in my ears as I dive in.
Preston’s hole is pink and wrinkled and—I never thought I’d ever say this—so goddamn cute.
It flutters and winks at me, and when I swipe my tongue over it, it’s fucking sweet.
Assholes aren’t supposed to be sweet, but I swear to god, Preston’s is.
It tastes like pure sugar and it’s just as addicting.
I lick and lap and suck, fueled by the sounds Preston doesn’t try to contain.
I stiffen the tip of my tongue and drive it into the center of his hole.
More sweetness explodes in my mouth and Preston’s voice goes up an octave.
I fuck him with my tongue, scrape the stubble on my chin over his glistening pink hole, sink my teeth into the fleshy parts of his glutes.
Preston’s cries gradually turn to sobs. On his stomach, his dick is leaking an impressive puddle. He wiggles his hips back and forth. “More. Please, Sawyer. More.”
I scramble for the bottle of lube in my nightstand and slick up my fingers.
With the opposite hand wrapped around his cock, I gently push a finger into his body.
Watching it disappear, watching his hole stretch to let me in…
Jesus fucking Christ, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Better than any porn in any corner of the internet.
“Yes! Oh god, Sawyer! Yes!”
Preston’s cock throbs in my palm, his hole clenches like it wants to suck my entire hand inside.
“More! More!”
I push a second finger in with the first. His hole relaxes into the invasion like he’s a seasoned bottom rather than the anal virgin I know he is.
It’s so fucking hot to think of Preston as having a natural talent for bottoming, like he was made for this, made to be opened up and filled with cock.
My dick spurts out a huge gush of pre-cum.
With two fingers inside him, I search for that little button that will drive him absolutely fucking wild. I’m not disappointed when I press on it. Preston screams, throwing his head back and rocking his ass on my hand.
“Sawyer, please! Please! I need you!” Preston reaches scrabbling fingers for me.
I need him too, but there’s something we should clear up first. I lean over him, hands braced on either side of his head. “Preston, look at me. This is important.”
I wait for Preston to blink and for the lust to clear from his eyes.
“I’m on PrEP, I’ve always been careful with sexual partners, and I stopped by a rapid test clinic yesterday—everything came back negative.
Can I—would you be okay if I—I mean—” Fuck, why can’t I get the words out?
How do I explain how much I want to be inside Preston without any kind of barrier between us?
He seems to read my mind, though. “Yes, yes, no condom, yes. Please. Fuck me, please, Sawyer.”
Well, when he asks so politely…
I press a long, lingering kiss to his lips before sitting back to slick my dick with plenty of lube. Then I scoot forward, cock poised at Preston’s hole. “Ready?”
“Yes, yes, please. Give it to me. Fuck me, Sawyer. Fuck me.”
“I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Yes, yes, I want it.”
Despite the dirty talk, I’m careful as I gradually increase the pressure and guide myself into Preston’s hole.
When the head of my cock pops in, he sucks in a huge gasp and goes still. His eyes are wide and unseeing, lips parted in a silent scream. I run my hand along his side, then give his cock a few encouraging tugs.
“That’s it. Relax. Let me in. You’re doing so good. So good.”
I rock into him by degrees, pushing deeper as I feel his body loosen and grow lax around me. He whimpers and mewls, writhing and arching toward me when he thinks I’m going too slow.
By the time I’m fully seated inside him, we’re both drenched with sweat. The air is thick with the scent of our sex. The sheets are damp underneath us.
Preston curls himself around me, arms around my neck, legs around my waist. My groin is flush against his ass and my nose is buried in the crook of his neck. I breathe him in, sweet lavender that winds through me, wrapping me up so I’m caught in its hold. I am his. All of me.
I don’t fuck Preston. I can’t. Not when I’m so full of love for him. I make love to him instead, pouring every ounce of affection and tenderness I’ve ever felt for him into my movements, into the kisses I plant on his neck, his shoulders, his jaw, his chin, his mouth.
I pull out until only the head of my cock is inside him, then I sink all the way back in. Again and again. Long and slow. He’s so hot and tight around my cock, and it doesn’t take him long to figure out how to relax as I’m going in and clench when I’m drawing out.
His lashes flutter and he opens his eyes.
The bright blue of his irises is a thin ring around his pupils.
His pale skin is flushed rosy pink, and his lips are curled into an ever-so-slight smile.
He looks like he’s in heaven, like having my cock inside him is the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
I don’t think I’ve ever loved him more than in this moment.
“Preston.” His name comes out in a sob, layered with all the emotions I’ve never been able to voice out loud.
“Sawyer.”
I shudder at the little hiccup at the end. Preston is so good, so right, so perfect for me.
My hips start moving in earnest and Preston lets out a long, whining, “Yeeesss.”
“Fuck, Preston.”
“Yes, Sawyer, yes! Fuck me!”
I do. As fast and hard as I can, driving myself into him like I want to wedge myself in there permanently.
“You like this? Huh? You like it when I fuck you?”
“Yes! Yes! More!”
My hips slap against his ass, the sound mixing with the squelch of my cock as it pumps in and out of his hole. The bed squeaks. The whole thing is loud and obscene and it’s fucking music to my ears.
My orgasm hovers at the edge of my consciousness, primed and ready to crash through me. But I hold it off. I can’t come yet. Preston needs to come first. I need to make sure I take care of him before I can enjoy my own pleasure.
I squeeze my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his cock. He’s rock hard and scalding hot to the touch. I swirl my thumb across the tip of his dick, just the way I know he likes it.
“Are you gonna come, Pres? Are you going to come for me?”
“Yes! Yes! Sawyer! Please!”
“Then come for me, Pres. Come for me.”
He screams, body going taut as he clamps down around my cock. Cum spews out from his dick, all over my hand, over both our stomachs.
I slam myself into him, as deep as I can possibly go, and bellow out my orgasm. Blinding pleasure explodes, starting deep in my groin and radiating out, touching every cell in my body. Wave after wave buffets me, pulverizing me, with no end in sight.
When I finally have the strength to lift my head, I gaze down at Preston, amazed that I get to have this wonderful man in my bed, in my arms. I grow soft and slip out of him, and he blinks his eyes open with a whine.
“Was that okay?” I ask, suddenly worried I might’ve been too aggressive.
But the smile that spreads across Preston’s face is pure sin. “Yeah, I want to do it again.”
I laugh and roll to the side, bringing Preston with me. “We can do that as many times as you want.”