Chapter 15 #2
Our mouths crash together again, hungrier this time, my hands framing his face as I kiss him deep, tongues tangling with an urgency that makes my cock throb against his thigh.
He gasps into my mouth, hands clutching at my shoulders, and I pull back just enough to murmur against his lips, “You good?”
His nod is immediate, eyes dark with want so I dive back in, one hand sliding down to tug at the hem of his shirt.
We strip each other with fumbling haste.
His shirt comes off first, revealing the lean lines of his chest, pale skin dotted with a faint trail of hair leading down.
I pull mine over my head then work his jeans open, shoving them down along with his boxers until his cock springs free, hard and flushed, curving slightly toward his stomach.
He kicks them aside, hands shaking a little as he undoes my button, pushing my pants and briefs down my hips.
I step out, kicking them away, our bare skin finally meeting—his cock brushing mine, sending a jolt through me.
I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking slowly and firmly from base to tip, thumb circling the slick head where pre-cum beads.
Hartley cries out, a sharp, broken sound that echoes in the quiet room, his head falling back against the door with a thud.
I watch his face intently; eyes squeezed shut, lips parted on a gasp, brows furrowed in pleasure, and freeze my strokes for a second.
“Hartley? You okay? Tell me if it’s too much. ”
His eyes snap open, hazy but focused on mine, and he nods frantically. “Fuck, yes—don’t stop. Feels... so good.” The vulnerability in his voice, the way he’s letting me see him like this hits me hard and I drop to my knees, eye-level with his cock now, thick and pulsing in my grip.
I lean in, licking a broad stripe up the underside before taking the head into my mouth, sucking gently at first, tongue swirling around the slit to taste him; salty, musky, all Hartley.
He moans loudly, hips jerking forward instinctively but I press one hand to his thigh to steady him, glancing up to check his expression.
His face is a mix of awe and ecstasy, cheeks red, mouth open as he watches me.
“Breathe,” I say, pulling off just enough to speak then sliding down further, hollowing my cheeks as I bob, taking more of him in, hand twisting at the base, keeping time with his ragged breathing.
He threads his fingers in my hair, not pushing, just holding and I hum around him, the vibration making him whimper.
I suck harder, faster, watching every twitch of his features—the way his abs clench, eyelids fluttering—as he gets closer, breaths coming in ragged pants.
Right before he tips over, his cock swelling in my mouth, I pull off with a wet pop, standing quickly.
“I want to ride you,” I say, voice rough with need, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Hartley’s eyes widen but he doesn’t hesitate, nodding as I push him toward the bed. He falls back onto the mattress, propped on his elbows, cock standing rigid against his belly.
“Condom?” I ask.
“Top drawer of my dresser with lube,” he whispers, his voice husky.
I arch a brow at him. Why lube if he’s never been with a man?
“I do touch myself,” he sasses.
I smirk and head to the dresser, open the top drawer, and grab a condom along with the lube. The bottle is half full. I groan, an image flashing hot in my mind; Hartley alone, jerking himself as he lies in bed. It nearly undoes me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mutter, ripping open the condom packet and rolling it down his length, slicking it thoroughly with lube before coating my fingers.
I work one into my ass, then two, scissoring quickly to open myself up, biting my lip at the stretch.
Hartley watches, transfixed, his cock twitching in the condom.
I straddle him, knees bracketing his hips and line him up, sinking down slowly. The head breaches me, thick and insistent, and I wince at the bite—God he’s big, filling me inch by inch until I’m seated fully, ass clenching around him.
“Shit,” I hiss, pausing to adjust, my hands splayed on his chest for balance, nails digging into his skin just a bit. His eyes are wide, a storm of concern and raw hunger swirling in them so I nod, forcing a grin through the ache. “I’m good—just... give me a sec. You feel incredible.”
He bites his bottom lip hard enough to whiten it, hands hovering uncertainly in the air like he’s afraid to break the moment but then a low, guttural groan rumbles from his throat as my inner walls flutter around him.
“Stellan... fuck, you’re so tight,” he rasps, voice breaking on the words, his hips twitching up involuntarily.
“I’ve never—shit, this is... it’s like nothing else.
You’re gripping me so hard, I can barely think.
” His face twists, mouth open on nothing, eyes locked on where we're joined, like he’s memorizing every second of feeling a man for the first time.
The confession hits me, stirring something fierce in my gut.
This is his gay virginity right here, the barrier shattering as he feels the velvet heat of my ass milking his cock.
I start moving, rocking my hips in a slow grind to ease us both, the drag pulling a moan from him that vibrates through his chest. Then I lift and drop, riding him steadily, the friction building fast as his length drags against that spot inside me with every bounce, pleasure sparking up my spine like a live wire.
Hartley groans again, deeper this time, his hands finally settling on my thighs, fingers digging in as he thrusts up shallowly to meet me.
“Oh God…yes, just like that,” he pants, the words tumbling out between grunts, each one punctuated by the slap of skin.
His eyes stay on my face, searching, but the pleasure wins out, brows furrowing as he loses himself in the sensation; the tight squeeze, the forbidden thrill of being buried balls-deep in another man for the first time.
“Feels so fucking good... didn’t know it could be this intense. ”
I lean forward, bracing on his shoulders, and he reaches tentative fingers down to wrap around my cock.
He fists me loosely at first, thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head.
Then he finds the rhythm, pumping in time with my bounces; up as I rise, down as I sink, his grip tightening with confidence.
“Like this?” he asks, voice strained and husky, a grunt escaping as I clench around him deliberately.
“Perfect…fuck, just like that,” I gasp, the dual sensations pushing me closer, my ass fluttering with each descent.
He’s vocal now, moans spilling freely, grunts syncing with our pace, his body arching to chase the heat.
We build together, sweat-slick and desperate, until the tension snaps.
Hartley cries out, a raw, uninhibited sound as he comes hard into the condom, pulsing deep inside my tight channel.
The flood of it, the way he shudders beneath me tips me over; I spill over his fist, cum painting his abs in thick streaks as ecstasy rips through us both.
We pant in the aftermath, bodies trembling.
I lift off him carefully, the slide out leaving me empty and aching.
Tying off the condom, I toss it aside and spot the hamper in the corner, grabbing a towel to wipe us down—gentle swipes over his softening cock, my hole, his chest, his hand—until the mess is gone.
Hartley’s eyes are soft, dazed with satisfaction and I slide into bed beside him, pulling him close.
He curls against my side, head tucking under my chin, one leg hooking over mine as I run soothing fingers down his spine. The room hums with our shared quiet, the scent of release lingering, and I kiss his forehead. “You okay?” I whisper, feeling his heartbeat steady against mine.
“More than,” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion, nuzzling into me as we tangle together in the warmth.
We lie there in silence for a while, the kind that doesn’t need filling.
“I’m glad you stayed,” he says eventually.
“So am I,” I reply.