Chapter 21 #2
“What I want…” I swallow hard, putting my hand on his chest so I can feel the thundering beat of his heart, then slowly running my fingertips over the swell of his pecs, along the dips and crevices of his abs, all the way to the button on his jeans. “Is for you to fuck me.”
His cock strains against the confines of his jeans, and another teasing smile tugs at his lips.
“You think I’m the kind of guy who fucks on a first date?”
I snort and fumble with his button, my hands trembling with a combination of anticipation and impatience…
and maybe just a little bit of nerves. Not like the last time though.
I’m not worried anymore that my small dick will be a turn off or that his hands on me will bring back all those memories of the “not quite right” feelings I used to have in my body.
It’s just the normal nerves about whether it will hurt and what this all means to him.
“I kind of figured you were, yeah,” I tease back, licking along the curve of his pec and finally getting his button free before going straight for his zipper next.
We fall into another tongue-heavy kiss as we fumble and grope to finish undressing each other.
As soon as his cock is fully free, it drags against my thigh, hot and silky, leaving a sticky streak of precum in the hair there.
As impatient as we both were to get naked, our kisses and touches turn exploratory now that we are.
“Fuck, you are looking hot as hell, Rocky.” Butch licks his way along my belly. “I think I see the start of some abs here.”
He sucks on a spot just below my belly button and I gasp, canting my hips into the warm suction of his mouth, even if it’s not exactly where I’d like it. My cock twitches and he kisses lower, nudging my legs apart as he makes his way down my body.
“You don’t have to flatter me, Butch. I’m a sure thing.” I let out a rasping laugh, reaching down to run my hands over his insanely broad shoulders as he peppers a few more teasing kisses along my lower stomach.
“Just calling it like I see it.” He moves his hands down to my thighs and digs his fingers in a little.
“You’re sexy, Rocky, with these firm, slender thighs that fit so nicely on my shoulders when I suck you off, your sensitive cock that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all week…
” He slides his hands underneath me to cup my ass cheeks.
“This tight ass that’s just begging for my tongue. ”
My breath hitches and my insides flutter and clench.
“Yeah,” I gasp. “Lick me and then fuck me. I want it to be you.”
He groans and kisses the crook of my thigh, then buries his nose there, right against my balls.
“Have you done this before?” he asks, no doubt picking up on the implication in my words. His hot breath against my balls makes everything tighten and ache, making thoughts hard and words even harder.
Technically I’ve had penetrative sex before, but not like this, not with all the right parts, not in the right way. I’m a virgin in the most important ways, and I can’t think of anyone better than Butch to be my first.
“Kind of, but not really,” I pant, threading my fingers in his hair and tilting my hips, hoping he’ll get the hint.
He grunts in response and then does exactly what I was hoping he would do.
He hitches my legs up onto his shoulders and spreads my ass cheeks with his big, firm hands.
I gasp and instinctively clench, but he doesn’t give me more than a second to overthink it before his hot, wet tongue drags over the rim of my hole.
A burst of molten electricity jolts through me.
I feel that lick all the way through to the tip of my cock, and my insides instantly start to ache with an emptiness that wasn’t there before.
Butch makes a deep, satisfied sound and licks me again, hungrier this time, needier, like he’s just discovered his new favorite food and is ready to devour the whole thing.
His fingers bite into my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, and he lifts me a little higher, so only my shoulders are on the bed.
He makes filthy, wet sounds with every lick, and I’m helpless to do anything other than moan and claw at the sheets.
His tongue slips past the tight ring of muscles to wiggle inside, and my cock jerks so hard I actually wonder if I could come just from being eaten out like this.
“Butch,” I whine, my toes curling against his back as he lifts me a little bit higher and tongues me deeper, every growl and grunt vibrating against my hole, his saliva dripping down my crease in a way that should be unpleasant but instead is making me fucking wild for him.
“Lube?” he grunts, circling the pad of his thumb around the rim of my spit-slicked hole.
I make a strangled sound and gesture towards my nightstand.
“Lube and condoms,” I mutter.
He eases my legs off of his shoulders, and my body trembles even harder now, my hole clenching at the sudden loss of his tongue and my hips jerking unintentionally at the promise of what’s to come.
Butch looks like the filthiest wet dream I could ever imagine, his hair messy from my fingers, spit dripping down his chin, a wild, horny look in his eyes as he licks his lips and grins down at me.
“What are you waiting for?” I nudge him when he doesn’t immediately move to get the supplies.
“Just admiring the view.” His eyes roam over me nice and slowly for another few seconds, and then he finally leans over to pull open the nightstand drawer.
The condoms have been purely aspirational, so the box is unopened, but the bottle of lube is half-empty.
No shame, but I’m definitely not about to tell him I’ve gone through a bottle and a half since I met him, which is a huge uptick from my usual usage rate.
He tears into the box and pulls out a condom.
“Hang on to this for me.” He hands it to me with another wink and then pours some of the lube onto his fingers.
Then, he settles himself next to me with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out, his cock standing at attention with precum gleaming on his tip.
“Come here,” he crooks his lubed fingers at me, which is so filthy and absurd that it makes me pant as I scramble to do exactly what he wants.
I straddle Butch’s thighs, his cock nudging mine, my hands braced on his sturdy chest, still clutching the condom. He slips his fingers into my spit-slicked crease, and I melt into him, arching my back so he has a better angle and burying my face in the crook of his neck.
BUTCH
“Remember to breathe, baby,” I remind him, tracing the curve of his spine with one hand and teasing his soft, needy hole with the other.
I could get off on his breathy whimpers alone.
The way he jerks his hips and pants my name, all muffled against my shoulder, is hotter than any sex I’ve had so far in my life.
I slip the tip of one finger past his tight pucker, and he makes another pornographic sound, biting down on the corded muscles of my neck.
He clenches, then relaxes, rocking his hips to force my finger deeper.
“I told you that you don’t have to be gentle.” He rolls his hips again, moaning when my finger slides all the way in. “I’ve fingered myself plenty of times.”
“Yeah?” I slowly pull my finger out until just the tip is tugging at his rim, and then I fill him with it again. “You ever finger yourself thinking of me, Rocky? Have you laid right here in your bed, quietly gasping my name as you got yourself off and wished like hell I was here with you?”
Percy moans and nods against my shoulder.
“A lot. Too much,” he confesses, reaching between us and wrapping his hand around my cock.
He pulls his face out of the crook of my neck and sits back, taking my finger deep again. He meets my eyes, and he already looks fucking wrecked in the best way, his cheeks flushed and his skin sweaty.
“Have you?” His voice trembles and he angles my cock towards his, using the tip of mine to tease his as he grinds down on my finger.
I let out a hoarse laugh, precum drooling eagerly out of my slit and my balls already tight and aching at the promise of his tight hole squeezing around me.
“Too much,” I echo his answer. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about him in the past month and a half.
I ease my finger out and add a second, instinctively crooking them in search of his prostate before remembering he doesn’t have one. But he doesn’t seem to be feeling the lack of it, swiveling his hips and gasping as he rides my fingers.
“It’s too good,” he sobs, clenching around them and then going still. He brings the condom to his mouth and uses his teeth to tear the package open. “I need you inside me.”
Percy rolls the condom onto my dick and slathers on some more lube, and I catch his lips with mine to savor the gasp of protest he feeds me as I gently tug my fingers out of his soft hole.
He shuffles closer, our mouths moving together as he notches my tip against his hole, and as he sinks down, the kiss turns into a moan.
His lips part wide against mine with the sound, and his whole body clenches and trembles.
That first tight ring of his muscles is so tight around my cockhead that it’s all I can do not to flip him over and rut into him like a wild animal.
I dig my fingers into his thighs, and he takes a deep breath, relaxing enough that he’s able to slide all the way down onto my cock. His mouth is still pressed against mine, but it’s not a kiss, it’s just the two of us sharing one harsh, panting breath after another.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I groan, my hips rocking involuntarily.
He nods, bumping his nose against mine, and then he starts to move. Slowly at first, getting used to the feeling of being stretched and filled, then faster. His cock nudges against my stomach with every thrust and my hands find their way to his hips, helping him set the perfect rhythm.
His head lolls back, and I greedily lick every inch of his skin I can reach—the long column of his throat, the lightly stubbled edge of his jaw, the hard peaks of his pink nipples—getting drunk on the flavor of his skin as he rides me.
“That’s right, take it, baby. You were fucking made to ride my dick,” I groan, thrusting up to meet every swivel of his hips, the slap of our skin and the sound of our moans drowning out the faint squeak of the bedsprings.
“I love your cock grinding against me. Get yourself off, Rocky, I want to feel you come with my dick inside you.”
Percy wails and fucks himself faster. He grabs my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth, lapping at my palm and running his tongue up and down my fingers until I’m dripping with his spit.
“Jerk me off,” he gasps.
He slams his mouth into mine again, and I shove my hand between us to play with his cock.
I grind my palm against it in time with his thrusts, teasing his balls with my fingertips at the same time.
The kisses become more frantic, just like our fucking.
Mindless, primal, fucking animal as he gasps my name and slams himself down hard on my cock, over and over.
My balls tighten and the coil of heat in my gut makes my cock harder and harder, until I can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck,” I groan, long and low, and my cock starts to pulse inside of him, waves of pleasure rushing through me.
Percy clenches around me and cries out. Just because he doesn’t shoot any cum, doesn’t mean I can’t feel every shudder of his orgasm, his dick twitching and spasming in my hand, and his inner muscles milking every last drop from my balls until he slumps against me, breathless and still trembling.
“Fuck,” I mutter again with a weak laugh. “If you’ve got another one in you, just let me catch my breath and I’ll suck you.”
Percy wheezes and groans, easing himself off of my softening cock. “I think I’m good. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
My ego has me puffing up my chest, even though I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“Neither have I,” I confess, lapping at a droplet of sweat that tries to drip from his chin.
He gives me a shy smile and then presses a soft kiss against my lips.
“Do you want to stay?”
It feels like a loaded question. Do I want to stay the night? Do I plan to stick around? He could mean either, but it doesn’t really matter because the answer is the same.
“Until you’re sick of me,” I say with a laugh.
Percy’s eyes spark with something sweet that makes my chest ache, and he brushes another kiss to my lips. I shimmy down into a lying position and wrap my arms around him, pulling him close so his chin is on my chest and he’s making little circles with his fingertip in the center of my chest.
“Be careful with an answer like that,” he warns.
“Try me.”
He grins, and a comfortable silence falls between us for a few seconds, nothing but our breathing and the faint sound of traffic outside.
I don’t know what he’s thinking about or what the silence means to him, but I just don’t want to ruin this perfect moment that feels like the start of something. At least that’s what I hope this is.