Chapter 13 - Darius #2
“No. I mean, maybe. Sure.” I take it, squirting some on my dick and rubbing it around the shaft. “I just wanna look at you for a second.”
He arches his back, exposing his hole. My hands are on him, massaging, spreading, rubbing the tip of my cock on his opening, but not entering him yet. I want to take a moment to appreciate his beautiful butt.
“Your ass is absolutely perfect, Harry. This ass exceeds all the standards. Extra credit for the tiny bit of fuzz around the perimeter.” I run my thumb around it, teasing him. “As long as I’ve lusted after you, I never imagined it would be this magnificent.”
He wiggles his ass a little, and I slap my dick on his right cheek, then place it in position but don’t go further.
“You want it, Harry? You want me to fuck your gorgeous hole?”
“Please, Coach. Get in there. Now.”
As he pushes back, my cock slides in effortlessly, the familiar warmth and pressure comforting my entire soul.
“Hold on,” he says. “Don’t move. Let me take over for a minute.”
Unsure what he wants me to do, I let go of him and place my hands behind my head. Harry turns around and eyes me up and down.
“Fuck, Darius. Stay just like that. With your pits showing.” He takes a deep inhale. “Just like that.”
And then he moves back, taking me all the way in. I do as I’m told, keeping my hands where they are, and Harry fucks my dick as I get completely lost in the complete bliss coursing through my veins.
“Use my cock, Harry. Fuck it with that sweet ass.”
This spurs him on. He’s moving faster, and the sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before. He’s doing all the work, and I don’t know what I can do. So I talk.
“You’re doing such a good job, Harry. Fucking me like this. That’s it. Good job. So good.”
I leave one hand behind my head, and reach over with the other, running my fingers through his curls.
“Grab it,” he says. “My hair. Pull it—lightly.”
My fingers grasp on, and I do as he asks. Harry’s head falls back, and he continues fucking me while I tug gently on his hair.
“This okay?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes.” He pauses, his body heavy with breath. “Okay, you can take over now. I’m tapping you in, Coach.”
I laugh at him trying to sound like he knows anything about sports and grab onto his waist with one hand. I pull him back, and he spreads his knees a little wider.
“There we go,” I say. “Get ready for a pounding.”
I reach around with my free hand, and his cock is so hard. So wet. I give him a few strokes, the precum making it slick, and Harry moans, arching his back and bucking into me as I jerk him. My heart hammers in my chest, knowing he’s loving this as much as me.
I lean over, moving my mouth closer to his neck, and pepper it with kisses. “Damn, Harry. You’re so fucking sexy. So fucking hot. I wanna rail you like this forever.”
I’m pretty sure the noises he’s making—a low rumble of consent—mean he agrees with everything I’m saying. The air vibrates with his desperate whimpers and moans, building the heat until it happens. That tiny scratch deep inside my core signals my orgasm is on its way.
“Good, don’t stop,” he says. “Harder, Darius. I love your dick inside me. Plowing me.”
“Harry, I’m close. Do you want me to . . .”
I’ve got the condom on. I could keep going, come inside him. I’m unsure what he wants me to do. All I know is I want whatever Harry wants.
“Wait.”
He turns around so quickly, I almost miss it. My cock points straight at him as he situates himself on the sofa, facing me. He seizes me, holding the base near my balls, and tugs the condom off.
“I want it. Here.”
He points to his face.
“Um, okay. It won’t take but a second.” I stroke myself and notice Harry’s doing the same.
“Tell me when you’re close.”
I stand there, my orgasm crawling up, a wave of incredible, almost overwhelming pleasure building. Harry jerks himself, but his eyes are focused on me. Well, my dick.
My pelvis begins to tighten, followed by the rest of my body as my heartbeat reaches a fever pitch. I’m staring at Harry. His beautiful face. Eyes. Lips. That soft, blond curly hair. And that’s it. I’m on the edge of a cliff, about to freefall.
I nod but then realize, he’s not looking at my face. “I’m close. Now. It’s . . .”
Harry lets go of himself and grabs on, first over my hand, but I quickly let go and he takes over, using both hands to pump. It only takes two strokes, and I come undone. My eyes close, head falls back, and I’m drowned in a sudden, intense tsunami of pleasure.
Maybe because it’s been so long since I’ve fucked someone. Or maybe because it’s Harry. Or maybe a little of both. But there’s a lot. Buckets. It just keeps flowing, and by the fourth or fifth spurt, I’m chuckling, overtaken by the complete bliss of it all.
But even after I’ve finished, he doesn’t relent.
“Harry, I’m good.”
There’s more laughing, but Harry doesn’t stop. When I look down, he’s plastered. His chest. Shoulder. Face. Hair.
“Oh, gosh. Harry. I’m so sorry.”
I lift his chin, taking in the damage. His right eye is closed and covered. He’s kind of stuck this way, and I look around, searching for something to clean him up with.
“Sorry for what? I was the one draining every last drop out of you.”
“Fair. Let me get you something . . . do you want to use my shirt?”
“No, I’m good.” He wipes his eye, blinks it a few times, and there he is.
Covered in cum, but just as fucking beautiful.
“What about you?”
“I came. Right before you. You didn’t even notice.” He nods down, and when I glance at my shins, yup, covered in it.
“We’re a mess,” I say.
“That’s easily rectified. How about that shower you wanted before?”
He stands, and, with his entire face slathered in my seed, gives me the softest kiss—as if this, somehow, is still tender. Still sacred. He takes my hand without hesitation and leads me down the hall to the bathroom.
The air between us hums with something unspoken, something fragile and real. And as the door closes behind us, I realize—mess or not, this feels like the beginning of something worth cleaning up for.