Chapter 32 #2
Bracing myself on my left elbow, I’m now free to squeeze the base of his dick while I suck and rim his hole with my finger.
“Liam, I swear to all that is holy, if you don’t start filling me up, I’m going to be dead by the time you sink your cock into me.”
“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” I ask, no hint of joking in my voice at all.
Rotating my hand palm up, I begin to press forward gently.
I’m trying to give him time to warm up to the size and pressure, but I must be taking too long because he starts rolling his hips, using my finger to fuck himself.
“I want to tell you to slow down, but I can’t. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I admit.
“More,” he says in response.
If my guy wants more, who the fuck am I to deny him?
Adding more lube and sufficiently covering my index and middle fingers, I push back in again, first with one, then pull out just a little to bring my index finger alongside my middle and begin sliding back in.
“Ohmyfuckinggoddontstop,” Damon rushes out in one long, breathy word.
“I need a better angle,” I tell him, stopping my movements so I can carefully sit up and rest my ass back on my heels.
Wanting better leverage to hit whatever spot he hit in me the other night, I lean my torso forward, my left hand taking over from him to push his leg to his chest as I slide my fingers in and out of his tight ass.
The way he’s strangling my fingers has my dick rock hard already in a silent demand to let him have his turn. I’m ready. Send me in, Coach.
Once I have both fingers buried to the hilt, I bend them, blindly searching for his prostate. I’ll have no idea when I hit it unles—
“Fuck!” Damon cries, his abs contracting forcefully.
Ope. Found it.
I swipe again and again, torn because I want him to come like this, but I also want to be balls deep inside him when it happens.
Damon leans up, grabs my wrist with both hands, and rides my fucking fingers like they’re the key to his salvation. His eyes are screwed shut, and his lips are parted as he pants.
“Can you take a third?” I ask, barely recognizing my own voice.
“Skip it. Just give me your cock, please.”
“Absolutely not, D. I’m not going—”
“Yes, then!” he practically shouts, cutting me off. “Give me three. Give me four. Fucking fist me for all I care, just please put your dick inside me,” he whines.
Total blackout-level lust mixed with all the love inside my heart is to be blamed for the words that leave my mouth next.
“You like being a slut for me, don’t you? You’ve waited so long for my cock because you know it’s the only one that can satisfy you. It’s the only cock this tight little hole wants.”
“Yes. Yes. God, yes.” I swear he’s almost at the point of tears.
I hastily add more lube and push my ring finger in next to the others. With three fingers in, I can’t reach as far, even though he’s stretched wider.
“Fuck me already!” he yells, finally reaching for his dick. I think about batting his hand away, but I’m going to be too busy concentrating on getting all the way inside of him before coming, so I’m okay if he fists his own cock.
Sliding my fingers out, I slick my cock with lube.
“Don’t you dare come until my balls are flush with your skin, do you hear me?” I order.
“Hurry the fuck up then,” he bites back in response.
Christ, this is fun.
Once I’m certain my cock has a satisfactory amount of gel on it, I grab Damon’s calves and force both legs in the air.
It’s harder to see than I expected, so I find his hole with my finger one more time and line my cock up to his entrance.
“Just keep breathing, and tell me if it’s too much, okay?” I’m surprised I got the thought out. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold myself back at all, really.
As soon as the head of my dick breaches his asshole, I have to dig my fingers into his calves and let out a harsh breath, swallowing hard, so I keep myself under control.
“More. Please,” Damon rasps. “I’m fine. I can take it.”
“Yeah,” I grit out. “I’m gonna need a second.”
The little shit rolls his hips again, pulling me inside his body another inch, and we let out simultaneous roars of pleasure that could wake the damn dead.
“Dude, I’m going to fucking come in two seconds if you do that again.”
“Yeah, me too,” he says, not sounding bothered by it at all.
I thrust my hips forward and feel the beginning of my orgasm already starting low in my stomach.
“I had really hoped this would last longer, but you’re fucking perfect, and this ass owns my dick. You’re squeezing me so goddamned tight, I can’t hold back, baby.”
“Don’t,” he pleads.
“Stroke your cock for me,” I demand, picking up my pace the tiniest amount. My orgasm is inevitable at this point, but damn, I had hoped to last longer.
Damon spits in his hand and brings it to his dick just like I asked.
I want to watch his face, but nothing could pull my attention away from the sight of me stretching him. I’ve never seen something more beautiful in all my life than my cock disappearing inside his ass.
“Can you take a little more?”
“I can take it all. Fuck me like you hate me, Liam.”
“How about I fuck you like you’re the person I love most in the world, D?” I counter. I’m learning that he likes it rough, but Jesus.
“Whatever will make you shoot your load so far up my ass, I’ll be leaking your cum for days…how about you fuck me like that?” he asks with so much sass I’m two seconds away from slamming into him just to give him an attitude adjustment.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Damon.”
I double down on my efforts, wanting to give the man everything he wants, and if he wants my load up in his stomach, then that’s where I’ll put it.
Pulling my hips back, I finally slam into his ass like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. I’m so fucking keyed up, I only make it two pumps before I explode inside him. I’m about to let him know I’m coming, but he beats me to it.
“Holy shit, I feel the head of your cock swelling, and fuuuck, it feels good.”
“I’m coming,” I finally rasp.
“Me too,” Damon replies, suffocating my dick as my entire life force is blown into his ass. My whole body is trembling, and I’m pretty sure my soul is floating somewhere above me as I empty inside him.
“Fuuuuuck,” he snarls as his own release hits him in the chest, the chin, and his shoulder.
Several minutes go by before I find my voice, only to ask, “The fuck was that?” before leaning down, licking the cum off his chin, and kissing him.
“The best sex either of us is ever going to have in our lives,” Damon answers.
“At least until we do it again,” I add.