Chapter 32
Liam
Shockingly, I’m not nervous at all. It’s Damon. Even if I stumble, I know he’ll catch me, and I meant what I said: We’ll get through it together.
I’ve discovered that Damon likes it when I take control in these scenarios, so that’s what I intend to do. I want him to relax. His first time is a big fucking deal.
Entering the room we now share, I’m thankful for the music playing softly throughout the house. It’s much better than being weighed down by a heavy silence filled with expectation.
“The first step in this process is the one I know the least about,” I admit. “But I’m assuming you want a couple minutes to yourself to shower? Prepare? Take a shi—”
His hand slams down on my mouth.
“Liam, do not finish that sentence,” Damon orders, making me smile behind his hand.
Damon doesn’t talk about bodily functions.
And while I respect his desire to keep that private, I remind him, “My dick is quite literally about to be up your ass, D. Who knows what sounds, sights, and other bodily goodness we’re about to encounter?
” His face turns beet red with every word I say, but they need to be said.
“I want you to be as comfortable as possible, and I have to imagine that involves knowing that your body is ready for me. Especially because if we encounter a hiccup, it won’t be me who freaks out, and you’ve already hit your quota for meltdowns on this trip. ”
Damon is chewing on his lip, a nervous habit he’s had his whole life. Using my thumb, I pull it from between his teeth.
“Okay,” he whispers, bringing his eyes to mine. “Give me ten minutes.”
“I’m in no rush, D. I’ve got nowhere to be except right here with you. Take your time. Try to enjoy the process, no matter what it looks like. Do you want a drink to take the edge off?”
“No. I don’t want to be numb in any way. I want to feel everything,” he responds.
I’m not sure if he means physically or emotionally, but either way, the choice is his, and he’s made it, so I leave it there.
“Okay. Go do what you need to. I’ll be here, but remember, I’m in no rush.”
As Damon heads into the bathroom, my mind is eerily calm, focusing on what we’re about to do. There wasn’t a discussion of roles or who would be fucking whom. For this time at least, we’ve just fallen into it, both finally on the same page again.
Damon comes out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, totally naked. I’m lying across the bed in just my boxers and cock a brow, silently asking for an update.
“I…I think we’re good,” he says. “Um, you know, it’s hard to reach very far for certain things by myself, so…uh…just, you know, go slow.”
That is the most difficulty I’ve ever heard Damon have with a sentence. It makes me want to wrap him in my arms and squeeze him tightly. It also makes me realize how precious it is that he’s trusting me with this.
I’m off the bed in a flash, engulfing him in a hug, kissing the top of his head.
“I won’t hurt you.” And I’ll make sure that I keep that promise.
While Damon was in the shower, I was on the internet reading an article titled The Basics of Anal: How to Care for Your Partner.
It was very informative and stressed the importance of working them up to being able to take your dick.
One finger, then two, then three, then a toy if your dick is thicker than three fingers—which thankfully, mine is not, because we don’t have any toys with us.
It also stressed the importance of using copious amounts of lube, saying, ‘There’s no such thing as too much lube for beginners. ’
My dick’s been hard since we settled on this plan, and right now, my biggest worry is that I’m going to blow my load in two-point-six seconds, leaving him completely unfulfilled.
Damon and I didn’t buy condoms. We talked about it briefly, but his last sexual activity with a partner was his senior year of undergrad—so, two years ago. He’s since been tested during a physical and was negative on all accounts.
I’m a little more promiscuous.
Okay, a lot more, but I always use protection, and I got tested before I came out here since, you know, I was really hoping to get laid.
I was hellbent on helping Damon get laid, too. I bite back a laugh when I realize I’m about to kill both birds with one dick.
“Can we take these off?” he asks, fingering the waistband of my boxers.
I’d hoped to keep the monster hiding beneath them contained a little while longer, but if Damon wants me as exposed as he is, then my shorts are coming off, and I’ll handle myself like the grown-ass man I’m trying to become.
“Go ahead,” I tell him, stepping out of them as soon as he has them pushed to the floor.
“Fuck, Liam,” he breathes, reaching forward.
I catch his hand before he can make contact, and he gives me a puzzled look.
“D, I’m already working really fucking hard not to come just from thinking about sinking into you. If you so much as cough on him, I’m afraid I’m gonna spill my load.”
Damon looks at me, totally taken aback. “I turn you on that much?”
“Yeah, man. Look, I’m pouring buckets of pre-cum. I can’t fake that. What’s it going to take for you to believe that I think you’re sexy as fuck, I’m totally in love with you, and I want to paint your insides, marking you as mine, like a graffiti signature on a wall?”
Coming out of his shell a little, Damon smiles, looking up at me. “I suppose following through on that desire is a good start.”
Now his pupils dilate, and his breathing gets heavier.
“Then let me get to work.”
At my command, a shift happens in Damon, and suddenly, his hands are all over me as though he doesn’t know what to touch first, despite already touching me everywhere.
Once the light turns green, Damon is all gas, no brakes, which suits me just fine.
I wrap my hands around his waist and toss him onto the bed, quickly climbing up after him.
I stretch my body out along his, diving in to taste his mouth, but he punches his hips forward, sending his dick sliding along mine, and I pull my hips back.
“Shit. D, I’m serious. I’m gonna blow if you do that again.”
He reaches down, grabbing hold of my ass, trying to pull my groin flush against his.
“Maybe you should get off once, and then we can work on opening me up while you recover,” he whines, trying to get my body into the position he wants.
“You know? You’re really fucking smart.” I’m so turned on, and I know once I start playing with his ass, watching him moan and writhe in pleasure at my touch, I’ll be hard again.
“Then please, cum on me. I want you to mark me inside and out. I want it fucking everywhere,” he pleads, desperate and needy.
Fuck, I love it.
When Damon whines, it’s low, raspy, and makes my balls tingle.
I drop my hips, allowing him to rut against me, and I dip my face to his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as I match his rhythm.
With our cocks trapped between our torsos, sliding against one another as Damon wraps his legs around the backs of my thighs, his whimpers send me flying over the edge.
“Hell yes, babe. God, that’s so hot. Fucking come for me,” he says, talking me through every wave of pleasure that ripples through me.
Once I’ve crested the peak of my orgasm and am coming down the other side, I expect a moment of sated relief to fill my veins. But it never comes. Instead, I’m hungrier than ever.
Propping myself on one elbow, I reach between us, gathering my release in my hand and rubbing it onto the head of his cock before dragging my hand down his shaft.
Of course, it’ll get sticky and won’t work for very long, but if I weren’t already a goner for this man, when I feel his pre-cum mix with my load, I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I bring my saturated fingers to my mouth, reveling in the taste of us together before leaning forward and letting him taste us as well.
“Fuck, Li. Are you always this dirty in bed?” he groans.
“As far as I’m concerned, this is the first time I’ve ever been in bed with anyone,” I tell him. I don’t necessarily regret the partners that came before him because I think I’ve learned something from each one, but none of them mattered. Not like this. Not like him.
I’m not drawing on what previous partners liked or didn’t like; I’m simply doing what I think he would like, what makes sense for us.
“I want you inside me, please,” he begs.
It’s music to my ears.
I kiss him deeply before sliding down his body, trailing kisses along his smooth chest, over his ribcage, down his stomach, licking up more of my release before moving across the lines at his hips.
When I get to his dick, I tease him until he’s writhing, his hands trying to push my face onto his greedy cock.
I read it’s best to get your partner really turned on so the pleasure center in his brain overrides some of the pain he may feel from the stretch when the time comes.
Taking that information to heart, I continue licking all around him, pulling his balls into my mouth one at a time, tugging on his sac lightly while running my hand up and down his shaft at a torturously slow pace.
“Liam, please,” Damon grits out. “Go faster. Squeeze harder. Something.”
Getting closer, I think to myself.
Grabbing the bottle of lube from where it sits on the nightstand, I flip the cap open and coat my middle finger.
Watching my movements, Damon sighs in relief. “Thank fuck.”
I don’t even try to fight my smile. He makes me feel confident and powerful, and it’s a heady feeling.
Nudging his knees wider, I push one leg up to his chest as I slather his hole with the lube. I watch the ring of muscle contract at my finger’s touch.
“You’re gonna have to relax, baby. I’m not going to force my way in and risk hurting you.”
Dropping to my stomach, I pull his dick into my mouth before quickly realizing I need my other hand.
“Hold your leg up like this for me,” I instruct, happy when he immediately takes it and opens himself up for me even wider.