Chapter 21 #3
His trust is beautiful. He knows I’ve never done this, but he’s willing to let me fumble my way through it the first time without any pressure.
He rolls onto his stomach and pushes up to his knees, his gorgeous ass lifting and making my mouth water.
Who knew I could go from seeing only women sexually my whole life to suddenly getting hard whenever I see this man?
Everything about him turns me on, and having his ass in my face is ratcheting up my lust and making me feral with need for him.
I like him too much to question why we work or why my tastes have changed.
We work, and that’s all that matters.
“This should make it easier for your shoulder, but let me know if you need me to move around,” he says, pulling a pillow under his chest and resting his head on his arms.
Oh, goddamn, he’s fucking hot. This has to be like eating pussy in some regard, so I use that as my frame of reference, and I fucking go for it.
I wrap my arms around his thighs, pulling him toward me, and stroking his cock as I bury my face in his ass.
I start from his balls and move up to the puckered ring, circling with my tongue and getting my fill of him as he trembles and moans into the pillow, letting me know whatever I’m doing is working just fine.
He pushes back against me when I spread his cheeks and sweep my tongue in with each heavy lick I give him, treating him like my favorite ice cream.
When I’m satisfied, I move to my nightstand and grab lube while hunting for condoms.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pushing the book and pack of tissues around in the drawer, and still coming up empty.
“What is it?” he asks, rolling to his side.
I sit on the edge of the bed holding the bottle of lube and willing my dick to calm the fuck down. “I don't have condoms. I wasn't expecting to have you here tonight, and it’s been a while since I’ve engaged in anything like this. I don't even have a condom in my wallet. Do you?” I ask hopefully.
“Well, yeah, but could we…go without? If you’re clean, I mean. I’m clean, and I’m on PrEP. Would you want to? I just want to feel you. I’ve never…with anyone…” he trails off and looks down, his cheeks reddening with a blush that steals down his neck and to the tips of his ears.
I drop my boxer briefs and crawl onto the bed until I’m lying on top of him and he’s not able to hide from me. I’ve lined up our cocks and trapped them between our bodies, and holy shit, that feels good as I rock my hips, grinding against him. He grabs my ass and encourages the motion.
“Yeah, baby, I want that. I just want you to be comfortable more than anything. I’m clean, too. I can’t wait to fill you with my cum.”
He whimpers, and the sound has me kissing his beautiful lips before pushing back to my knees and straddling his thighs.
I circle both our cocks in one hand and jack us together.
It feels fucking phenomenal, even if it’s a little rough with his dick sliding against mine.
Watching our heads rub, precum leaking out, and the hypnotizing way the skin moves together, has my attention riveted to where we’re connected.
My breath is hitching with each pass my hand makes.
“You’re going to kill me before you even get inside me,” he says, voice breathy as I stroke against him.
“Let’s make sure we only die a small death and I’m inside you for it,” I say, leaning to grab the bottle of lube.
I pump some into my hand and slick our cocks, run my hand over his balls, and press two fingers against his hole.
He relaxes and lets me in, his cock jerking as I finger him open.
I feel for his prostate and watch his face when I think I find it.
His eyes flutter closed, and his hips rock.
“Oh, fuck yeah, just like that, baby.” His mouth drops open into an O as I continue to press into him, the precum dripping from his cock and connecting to his stomach in a tantalizing string. I run a finger across his head and swipe it up, popping it in my mouth so it’s not wasted, and groan.
I’m impatient as I scissor my fingers before pulling them out and rolling him over so I can line my cock up with his ass in a position that will make it easy to fuck him without putting a ton of pressure on my shoulder.
I need to be inside him while he’s making these noises and feeling this good.
He’s not quiet or shy now, and it’s turning me on more than I thought it would.
If he hadn’t gotten me off already tonight, I might have lost it, because as I push into him, he grips me tightly and pushes back, the tight ring of muscle pulling me so I slip in.
He lets out a noise that’s half pain and still full of pleasure as his hips move, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
I have to pause as my hips hit his ass and hold on to him for dear life.
“Oh fuck! Goddamn, baby. Go easy, or this will be over before it starts,” I groan as he rolls his hips against me.
I pull on his shoulder until he’s kneeling on the bed in front of me, and I can hold him against my chest. “Oh, yeah. That’s better.
Now I can kiss you as I fuck your ass,” I growl against his neck while he shivers in my arms.
“You’re so deep like this. Fuck, Sebastian, I can feel you everywhere,” he whimpers, letting his head fall back on my shoulder when I start to thrust slowly. His arm comes up behind my head, hand holding me in place as his fingers flex in my hair with his waves of pleasure.
I suck on his neck, one hand staying on his chest and playing with his nipple as I keep him in place while the other slides down and finds his cock to lazily stroke.
He pushes into my hand in time with my thrusts, our breaths growing loud in the quiet room as I lose myself in his body, my fears and inadequacies forgotten.
He makes me feel like I can do anything, overcome the insurmountable, and be anything, as long as I have him by my side.
I snap my hips harder, and he groans with pleasure as my release coils through me, taking my awareness of my body and funneling it lower until all I feel is where we’re joined.
He’s growing harder in my hand, precum slicking every pass I make over his head, where my hand twists before he’s thrusting back into the tight circle of my fist again.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl against his ear, finding the lobe and biting before licking away the sting.
I move my hand from his nipple to his throat and squeeze.
His whole body reacts like I’ve hooked jumper cables to him, bucking against me, his ass becoming impossibly tight as he flexes his core.
I need him to come before I let go into the tight, entrancing hold his body has on me.
My release is spiraling down my spine with lightning strikes hitting every nerve, filling me with bliss-tinted fury as I valiantly try to hold it back.
“Fuuuck,” he groans through the hold I have on this throat. His hips pistoning in short movements as he abruptly comes in hot spurts that spill over my fingers and hitting his stomach. It sends me free-falling into my orgasm with breathless abandon.
“That’s it, baby, take it,” I growl through a clenched jaw, my cock throbbing inside his ass as he squeezes the cum out of me with every pulse of his body.
I blackout for a second as intense pleasure sweeps over me, running down my body in a wave of euphoria that leaves me clutching him like a lifeline. This feels transcendent, beyond sex.
He sags forward, and I fall on top of him, letting him catch me as we both breathe raggedly, our hearts beating fast where my chest meets his back.
When I take my first normal breath, I finally push up onto my knees and hold his ass as I slowly pull out, watching as my cum follows.
I pass my finger through the mess, then bring it to his mouth where he opens for me and sucks my cum off, biting my finger like a hungry little wolf when he’s done.
I was right to call him my lupacchiotto affamato after all.