Chapter 19
Ryan
I can tell he’s not as tense as when I first stepped out of the bathroom, but he wouldn’t be Marty if there wasn’t some of that, and his anxiousness is starting to grow on me. Kind of makes him even sexier, which is wild since it must be one of the qualities that annoyed me about him most.
It’s not only his anxiety that I like, though.
I enjoy being the one to set him at ease, like I did with my tongue and I intend to do with my finger.
I’ve approached this like I would a game—prepped and mentally worked myself into the right headspace.
Now it’s time to put all the videos I watched and subreddits I explored into action.
“You ready?” I ask. “I’m gonna start with a finger, and we’ll go from there.”
He bites his bottom lip, then closes his eyes. I can tell by the way his chest rises and falls, slow, controlled movements, that he’s really focusing on his breaths, trying to keep calm.
“I’m ready,” he whispers.
The invitation sends a surge of excitement pulsing through me. Maybe because the idea of giving him more pleasure than he’s ever felt in his life thrills me. At least, that’s what I intend to give him.
I grab the lube and ready my finger before playing along the rim of his hole, which contracts for me.
“Love seeing how eager you are,” I say, massaging gently, probing with the tip before pressing and watching as it steadily slips into him.
He’s so tight, but I love the thought of being the one to open him up, both in his body and mind.
“I love knowing you took extra care to get it ready for me,” I admit as I push farther in.
His muscles loosen up as he rolls his head against his pillow, moaning.
“You’re doing so good,” I assure him, and really, I’m impressed by just how good.
I make a little more progress before I feel what I’ve been waiting for—that soft, rubbery spot, what I’ve read about and what I’ve been curious as hell what it would be like when I discovered it on him.
As soon as I touch it, Marty spits out, “Whoa. Oh…” His body trembles, his muscles twitching around my fingers, though not resisting or working against me.
“That okay?” I ask, to be sure.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He blinks a few times, his mouth hanging open as he adjusts to the sensation of having my light touch against his prostate.
I wait for him to settle, and his upper body jerks forward slightly a few times as even this much clearly keeps him stimulated.
“You like that a lot, don’t you?”
“Wow…wow…”
My dick couldn’t be much harder. “Have I left Marty McGovern speechless?”
“Holy hell. How is that—how did I not know about this sooner?”
I feel the same way. This feels as good as knowing when I’ve hit a girl’s G-spot, knowing what it’s doing for them.
I wait until his initial shock subsides and he’s lying back, his muscles loose once again, my finger still gently against his prostate.
Then I offer the subtlest of rubs. Marty reaches out to either side, grabbing at the duvet, his abs tightening as he arches his back.
A bead of precum spills from the head of his cock, descending onto his belly.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I tell him as I continue teasing his prostate. “You like how quickly I found it? You like me playing with it?”
“Fuck yes, Ry.”
Hearing him call me Ry while I’ve got my finger buried inside him is deeply satisfying.
As his body relaxes, adjusting to me, he says, “You can try another finger.”
I don’t love the idea of getting off this spot—not when I know the power it gives me over him—but if one finger against it is making him do this much, maybe two will show me another side of his pleasure that’ll excite me that much more.
I pull out enough so I can work my middle finger in with my forefinger, steadily creeping back until I’m against his prostate again.
“Don’t hate me nearly as much when I’m in charge of your pleasure, do you?” I ask.
“I hate you just fine,” he teases with a smile until I hit that spot again. There’s that slight shift of his upper body again as he gasps and it turns into a moan, which hits my ear just right.
“Mmmm,” I say. “You’re making me feel like I’m already a pro.”
“Jesus Christ, like that. Whatever you’re doing. Keep doing that.”
It’s as though he can’t help but beg for more. He’s left behind all the worries and stress and is absorbed in what I’m doing to his body.
I run my fingers in light circles around his prostate, occasionally lifting off enough to ease the pressure, but clearly it’s doing what it needs to. As I work it out, his ass loosens up even more for my fingers, as though his body is welcoming whatever is giving him so much pleasure.
“Loving me being in control?” I say. “Tending to your needs?” I love it too, especially as another bead of precum leaks from his cock.
“Ryan, I think I’m ready…”
“You sure? I don’t want to move too fast.”
He angles his head so he can make eye contact, nodding. “Let’s do it. Please.”
I don’t want to pull out of him when I know what I’m doing to his body, but after exploring this much, the idea of having my cock in him, working him up like this, is more than I can resist.
“One last rub,” I warn before generously offering it, watching him twist up, ease into my touch once more, before I’m steadily pulling out of him.
I rise on my knees, crawl over him, and retrieve the condom on the bed, which is already torn open.
“Is this one good?” I ask.
“Yeah, the wrapper tore when I was tearing it off the strip.”
“You’re not trying to get a baby out of me, are you?”
“Trust me, I have no interest in having any of your asshole babies,” he jokes.
I can tell from that smile how much more relaxed he is, not only for tonight, but than I usually see him.
“You know, for a guy who’s always tense as hell, you sure know how to enjoy yourself.”
He’s grinning as he says, “It’d take a lot of effort for me not to enjoy that.”
“Makes me eager to see how much you’ll enjoy my cock.”
I ready myself with the condom, and Marty grabs the lube, passing it to me.
“So how do you want to take me?” I ask. “I’ve read it can be better—”
“If I ride you,” he finishes for me. “Yeah, I read that too, but I just know if I’m on my knees and trying to be the one getting it in, that’s gonna stress me the hell out. You want to try missionary and see what happens? Seemed to work fine with your fingers.”
That stirs something in me—this deep, primal desire. I don’t know why it feels so good, the thought of dominating him like this, claiming his ass with him under me.
“I’m sure I’ll be good however I do it. Feel like you’re lucky to take me.”
I can tell he’s fighting a glare, but he can’t fight back the curl in his lips. And I’m glad because I said it to keep things light. This isn’t the time Marty needs to be stressing about anything.
I kneel between his legs, readying myself, and he repositions his legs, as though trying to find the perfect placement for them.
Once I’ve lubed up, I toss the bottle aside and grip his thighs, adjusting him so that his hole is on full display. It puckers for me, and a rush of saliva fills my mouth.
“You’re making me thirsty for this ass,” I warn as I line myself up with him.
“Just go slow,” he spits out, maybe because he could hear the pure, raw desire in my voice.
And all I want to do is assure him I would never take advantage of this moment he’s offering me.
“I’m gonna go very slow. Until you beg me to go fast.” I push the head against him, testing to see how much give there is, if I’ve opened him up enough for this.
He takes deep breaths as the head starts to push in, but his muscles tighten, creating a wall to prevent me from entering any more.
He cringes. “Ooh, no, no.”
I pull back out, panic whirring in my chest. “You okay?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’m too tight. It’s not gonna work.”
“Oh—”
It’s like the guy’s the Flash as he hurries out of the bed, and I’m right on his tail. He searches around for his clothes, then sees them on the bed.
He starts past me again, but I rest my hand on his arm. “Hey, hey. It’s fine, Mart. We don’t have to do anything. There’s nothing wrong with bailing if that didn’t feel right. Are you okay?” Given how quickly he got up and the way he’s biting his lip, I’m worried.
He finally makes eye contact, studying my expression. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
But the way he quickly looks away concerns me. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. That wasn’t it. It just felt tight, and I got nervous…and then I was in my head about it.”
“Come here, man.”
It doesn’t surprise me—not only because he’s Marty and gets into his head, but that happens sometimes, and there’s nothing wrong with it.
“If you don’t want that, we toss that out. Off the table. Cool?”
He nods.
“Come on. Let’s lie down for a minute. Relax.”
I remove the condom, toss it into the trash while Marty crawls back into bed. I settle beside him, rolling toward him and resting my hand on his abs. He’s still shaking.
“I’m so embarrassed,” he says.
“What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
“I spent all that time talking to you about this and getting you worked up. Then freaked the hell out. What’s not to be embarrassed about?
I’m always fucking like this. Like all the videos we saw, and it’s clear that this is something people do, and I’m in my head about it, the way I am with everything. ”
“You wouldn’t really be Marty if you weren’t that way.”
He glares at me.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I think it’s cute when you get all worked up about stuff.”
“You think it’s cute?” he asks skeptically.
“I don’t know that I always knew that’s what I was feeling, but looking back, feels like that’s what it was because it kind of gave me a thrill. I thought I just enjoyed teasing you, but now I’m not sure that’s all it was.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re easier to talk to than I ever would have guessed. Like when you talked to me about my parents and their divorce shit. I’m glad I talked to you about it that night.”