26. Grant
Grant
The internet is my best friend, my study companion, and my research guide.
I’m so glad I was born in this time for so many reasons, but among them is the vast array of opportunities for self-directed education. I’ve learned about bodies.
Explored my own body too.
I’ve fingered myself.
But no one has touched my ass till now.
As Declan drizzles lube onto his digits, my chest turns into a furnace. I’m already halfway to blast-off from his filthy words and his dirty talk when he cups my balls in one hand and roams his other down to my hole.
He skates his fingers across my ass and I tremble, heating up all over.
“You like that?” he rumbles.
“I do,” I pant.
“Me too,” he says in a throaty purr as he teases, one finger playing right there, another rubbing my taint.
I groan, struck speechless by the feelings, the sensations.
He laughs, a sexy, satisfied kind. “I know, right? So, so good.”
“So fucking good,” I echo, then all I can do is pant as I writhe and twist underneath his touch.
“And I’ve only just started,” he says as he strokes me, pushing the pad of his finger against my entrance right as he bends his face and kisses my inner thigh.
And holy fuck.
I arch up from the twin—no, triple—dose of pleasure. Of hands cupping balls, fingers playing around my ass, and his perfect lips fluttering near my cock.
Then, Declan adds more lube, and returns to my ass. He pushes one digit inside and enters me for the first time. It makes me shiver but it burns too, and for a second or maybe more, I tense.
“You okay?”
“I’m good,” I say as I breathe deeply, let my legs fall apart more. Give the pleasure room to take over, and it does.
Declan drops a soft kiss to my knee, then continues working me.
Pressing.
Teasing.
I squeeze my eyes shut as the unholy sensations roll through me like a heat wave.
One that’s scorching me as he takes his time.
As he plays.
As he explores.
He pushes in farther while bringing his mouth to my cock, drawing the crown past his lips.
His finger’s in my ass, his mouth is on my dick, his hand is on my balls, and it’s official—I incinerate.
I become a five-alarm fire.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I growl, bumping my ass down on his hand, seeking him out, wanting him, needing him.
He murmurs around the head of my dick, and he goes deeper into my body at the same time. “You got me now. Want another finger?” he whispers against my dick.
I melt from desire. I am a raging ball of need, and lust. “I want your dick. Give me your dick,” I beg, getting lost in the haze.
He lets go of my cock, shakes his head. “I know you do, babe, but we’re going to work up to it.
Need to open you up first. Fuck you with my fingers.
” He slides another one in. “I want you to feel what it’s like when I do this first,” he says, and with some kind of voodoo magic, he crooks his fingers just so inside my ass.
Yup. He just introduced himself to my prostate and I am very happy to make his acquaintance.
Pleasure torpedoes each cell in my body. I shake everywhere, head to toe and back. “Yes, yes, yes.”
It’s a chant, a plea, a desperate cry. I’m begging for anything and everything from this man.
My eyes fly open, and I stare at Declan. He’s nibbling on the corner of his lips, his eyes dark and dirty. His face is twisted with pleasure as he adds more lube, then a third finger.
Sparks of heat dance around my ass. Heat and tingles and insane pressure.
I nearly lose my mind. I forget where I am.
I’m desperate, so desperate for more. I push up on my elbows, wanting to get closer to him. “Fuck, babe. It’s so good,” I pant out.
Like he can read my thoughts as they’re forming, he leans forward, fingers still in me, his other hand on my cock. He takes my mouth with his, kissing me as he finger fucks me. His tongue delves into my mouth, his lips fusing with mine.
All this contact is like a high-voltage charge rushing through my body. Then he breaks the kiss, whispering, “I fucking love kissing you. Love it all the time.”
“Me too,” I moan as he returns to kneeling between my legs and I fall back down to the pillow.
He plays, he strokes, he crooks.
My hands slide up and down my chest, traveling over my nipple piercing, pinching it.
“Oh, hell yes. Play with yourself as I finger fuck this stunning ass,” he urges.
Easy enough. I tease at my nipples as he bends a finger just so.
My eyes lock with his dark brown irises. Flames lick my skin. “Jesus, this is...”
“Yeah, it is...”
Then he bends his face toward me, takes the crown of my cock in his mouth and sucks hard, unleashing another jolt of pleasure in my balls, my ass, my dick.
My hands fly to him. They curl around his head, holding him, one palm sliding down between his shoulder blades. I push him deeper onto my dick, making him take me far into his mouth.
And he takes. Oh yes, does he ever, finding room for my shaft in his mouth. With loud, wet slurps that make my whole body sizzle, he sucks me to the root. Then, the man crooks a finger inside me, and my climax announces its intentions.
It’s coming and it’s not stopping for anything.
It barrels down my spine, rattles through my bones.
And I explode.
My orgasm owns my body. It steals my thoughts. It takes me over all the edges everywhere.
“Yes, fucking yes,” I grunt, coming harder than I ever have before. I come for days and he takes it all.
Groaning as he sucks me down.
And I’m just gasping.
Panting.
Moaning.
And writhing in the aftershocks of this brand-new bliss.
But he’s not done with me.
As soon as he swallows my release, he pulls off my cock with a smack of his lips, eases out his fingers, and then flips me over to all fours. Moving behind me, he smacks my ass, then grabs my cheeks with both hands, squeezing rough and hard, pulling me apart.
I look behind me, and the sight is phenomenal.
It is all my fantasies. It’s what I’ve imagined for years. A man I want. A man I trust. A man I connect with. And he wants me with the same ferocity.
This is what I’ve waited to have someday.
Some night.
And maybe I can have it tonight. Now .
I shudder, picturing what might happen next. Hoping for it. “Are you going to fuck me?”
Declan shakes his head. “No,” he says, emphatic. “But I do want to give you a teaser.”
He grabs my ass even harder, then slides his hard cock along my crack: up, down, up, down.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, swaying against his length, craving more of it.
He echoes my sentiments with growls and grunts of his own as he simulates fucking me.
Sliding a hand up my back so possessively, Declan pushes down between my shoulder blades, giving me the best trailer of the hottest movie ever.
I bow my back, raising my ass higher, letting him know he can have me whenever he’s ready.
I ache everywhere. My balls, my cock, my ass.
My God, this is insane. This intensity. This longing.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s like a full-body possession.
Like desire owns every cell inside of me, like it’s twined in my DNA.
“I want you to fuck me so bad,” I say, begging.
He grabs my shoulder, gripping it hard, then covering me with his chest. “Trust me. It’s all I want too, and I’m going to make it so good for you,” he murmurs in my ear, then he moves off me, falls to his back and thrusts the lube in my hand.
“It won’t take me long,” he says.
I follow his lead.
He gave me the map. He handed me the instructions. So, I return the favor. Lubing up, teasing, toying, then pushing a finger inside his body. And it feels incredible when I watch his reaction.
His face is exquisite torture, excruciating bliss, and his mouth is dirty magic.
Yes.
Do that.
Fuck yes.
More, more, more.
I don’t want to screw up, but I’m not sure I can, because he showed me exactly what to do.
But I add little changeups as I learn his body, as I discover he wants it a little deeper than he gave it to me, a little harder, a little more pressure.
I listen to his cues, and I give him what he seems to want, what he seems to need.
I feel like a king when he thrusts up, moaning and groaning. Then begging.
“Suck me off,” he says hoarsely.
In a heartbeat, I bring my lips to his dick.
I draw him in, nice and deep, sucking his fantastic cock with everything I have. He pummels my mouth as I fuck his ass, my fingers doing that come-hither wave till he shouts, “Yes, coming now.”
I suck him harder, my bones humming with a fresh round of pleasure as I swallow his salty, musky orgasm, drinking him down like he’s my new favorite thing.
Because he is.
I give him one good final lick as I ease out my fingers. Then I kiss the tip of his dick and lift my face.
Once he comes down from his high, he pulls me to him, dragging me close, my chest against his.
Declan’s hands slide into my hair, and he kisses me in that tender, sloppy way he has of kissing after sex.
The way he likes it.
I know that already, and that knowledge makes my pulse surge.
Turns out I’m not only learning about myself, but I’m discovering him too. What he likes. What he needs.
It’s thrilling to understand another person’s desire. It’s a gift when a man shows you what he wants.
Declan is fearless in bed. He’s unafraid to let go. To talk. To ask for things. To tell me what he likes.
My life has been the opposite. I haven’t asked for things.
I haven’t put myself out there in anything but baseball.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why.
Growing up, I saw two people who were supposed to love me fight over everything.
I saw two people who were supposed to want me act like they didn’t.
No wonder I only ever went after hookups. They were easier.
This is so much harder.
This isn’t a hookup.