TWENTY-SEVEN MAC #3
He moans and withers on the bed. Curses and shit I can’t understand falls from his parted lips. I don’t want him to come yet, though, so I slow it down. Adding a second finger carefully, my mouth just warms his dick.
Holy fucking shit. Everything outside of this room stops existing. It’s only Sage. Even the smell of smoke from the kitchen is unnoticed. His smell, taste, and feel are the only things that have ever mattered. Even my own lust is easily ignored.
“There’s—holy shit—there’s l-lube.” He points to the nightstand next to the bed, then quickly fists the sheets again, his back arching off the bed.
Pulling off his cock with a wet pop, I ask, “When did we get lube?” I don’t slow my fingers; I continue to fuck them into their warm home.
“L-Lu-Luna, she dropped a butt buddies basket. It was just lube and condoms.” His words break off on a guttural groan when I press against his prostate again. “Fuck. She said we were too dumb to prepare.” I chuckle.
Luna is a goddamn angel. Because nope, didn’t prepare at all, and Sage’s first time shouldn’t be with spit alone. I’ll have to send her a vag bag of something.
Slowly extracting my fingers, I open the nightstand. Tons of condoms and lube greet me. All from the free clinic, no doubt. Fucking Luna, love that girl. Grabbing the lube, I cover my fingers and use the excess over my dick, careful not to come too soon.
My fingers are sucked back into him with ease.
I twist my hand so his balls rest in my palm as I fuck his ass, scissoring my fingers open to help stretch him enough for me.
Wet squelching sounds fill the room. It’s slow going getting him relaxed and loose enough to take my cock.
But every second a part of me is inside him is heaven.
My dick disagrees, though.
“Mac. F-Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Holy shit,” he begs.
I’m terrified I’m gonna hurt him, so I decide to be mature like he wanted before.
A few more minutes of preparation won’t kill him.
Although he does grit out death threats.
When I pull my fingers free, he whines, so I’m not gonna take his threats to heart.
Adding even more lube to my dick, I press my head against him. I feel the tight ring of muscles give way. I freeze. Shit. My eyes glance at the drawer full of condoms.
“I’m clean. You?” he asks, wigging his ass, causing more of my dick to press inside. My eyes close, thinking of disease and sores, anything to stop from coming.
“I’m clean. Got tested last month, always use a condom,” I tell him, using every bit of will power I have to stay still. As much as I want to just push inside him raw, I don’t. I want him to be sure.
He wanted us to be mature, and I’m fucking trying, but his ass is right fucking there. Jesus.
“I’m fucking sure, asshole. Fuck me!” he tries to top from the bottom, pushing his ass against me.
His tight, warm hole swallows my dick. But it’s his first time getting fucked in the ass; my fingers made him cocky.
He shouts, hands slapping onto my chest when he takes more of me than he bargained for.
Brown eyes go wide. He pants out a choppy breath.
“Bear down, baby.” When he does, I slowly push further inside, inch by agonizing inch until I’m fully sated. His abs are flexed, his hard on starting to deflate. My hand, still slick with lube, fists him. Pumping my hand but keeping my body still.
The pained look on his face morphs back into desire. Deep inhales and exhales as he tries to focus on my hand over my dick gaping his ass.
His dick thickens in my palm. He lets out one last heavy breath through his nose before his eyes spring open. Eyes so dark they look black.
“I’m good. Fuck, I’m good,” he says as I give an experimental thrust of my hips. I make sure to keep my movements slow, just shallow thrusts. Never pulling back too far.
When his dick is leaking onto my fingers, I go faster, pumping into him until my pelvis is flush against his ass. Every time I push forward and pull back, more of my sanity is lost.
His brown eyes remain locked on mine, his lip trapped between his teeth. Fucking beautiful. My hips thrust faster as tingles start to spread. I feel my orgasm getting closer. His hole is so goddamn tight, clenching down on my dick like a vise. His blissed-out face staring up at me is my undoing.
“Shittttt.” Somehow, his ass gets tighter when he starts to come. I jerk his dick, working him through his release. His eyes slam shut as ecstasy takes over his features.
I keep fucking into him. Pelvis slapping against his ass.
“Fuckk, I can’t. It’s…it’s too much,” he murmurs, gripping my hips, trying to slow down my frantic chase.
“But you can.” I thrust forward. “You’re taking me so good, baby.
” He curses, and moans, and presses onto me more.
I piston forward when my orgasm slams into me, threatening to turn me into Jell-O.
My vision spots, my heart hammers, and I fill my best friend’s ass with my cum.
I could die of a heart attack right this second and be cool with it.
My heart and breathing are as loud as my thoughts were. But my head is clear. The burning in my veins gone. All I can think of is Sage.