16. Now?! #2
Perfect. I'm not perfect. I'm a mess. I'm shaking and desperate and probably about to spontaneously combust, but Leo sounds like he means it.
His hands push my thighs apart. Wider. Then wider still. "Hold your knees," he says.
I blink down at him. "What?"
"The backs of your knees. Hold them. Pull them toward your chest."
Oh. hell. That's… I do it. Feeling exposed and vulnerable, and so very turned on, I might actually die. Leo settles lower. His breath ghosts over my balls, my taint, and then, Oh Gosh!
"Wait, are you going to—" His tongue licks across my hole, and I freeze. Every muscle locks up. Because that's, he's… his tongue is… Leo does it again. Slow. Deliberate. Circling the tight ring of muscle.
"Oh my gosh," I say, and he hums, actually hums, and the vibration travels straight up my spine. "That's… you're—" I can't form complete sentences. My brain's offline. "Your tongue is on my—"
"I know." Leo pulls back enough to speak. "You taste good."
I taste, he thinks I… Then his tongue is back, pressing slightly, and sensation explodes through me. It's weird. It shouldn't feel good. Except it does. It really, really does.
"Relax," Leo murmurs. "Let me in."
Let him… Oh wow. I try to relax. Try to breathe through the weirdness and the intensity and the way my cock is leaking steadily onto my stomach.
Leo's patient. He licks, circles, and gently presses until I'm no longer frozen.
Until I'm rocking slightly into the sensation.
Until I'm making sounds I didn't know I could make.
Then I feel his finger. Slick. Pressing where his tongue was.
"Okay?" Leo asks.
"Yes. Yeah. Please." The finger pushes in. Just the tip. Then more. Slowly. It's strange. Not quite uncomfortable, but definitely weird. Pressure and fullness, and then Leo crooks his finger.
"BLASTERS!" I levitate off the bed. "What was that? What did you… Oh my god, do that again!"
Leo's laughing. "Found it."
"Found what?"
"Your prostate."
My what? Oh. Right. That thing. The place I read about online that seemed too good to be true. It's not too good to be true. It's real. It's so real.
"Again," I demand. "Do it again."
"Bossy," Leo says, but he does it. Strokes over that spot inside me, and I see stars.
"Yes! Right there! Don't… don't stop!"
"I need to add another finger," Leo warns.
"Fine! Whatever! Just, please!"
The stretch is more noticeable this time. Burns slightly. But Leo goes slow, and his other hand is on my cock, stroking lazily, and his mouth is back on me, sucking bruises into my inner thighs. Two fingers. Scissoring. Stretching. Finding that spot again and again until I'm writhing on the sheets.
"I frickin' love this," I babble. "Oh yes, press there. No, not that, YES, there!" My hands find Leo's hair. Pulling. Trying to get more of everything at once.
"Max." Leo's voice is strained. "You're pulling my hair out."
"Sorry!" I try to let go, but my fingers don't want to cooperate. They're tangled in the soft strands and—
Leo pulls off; he literally has to extract his hair from my grip and look up at me. His lips are swollen. His eyes are dark. "Please leave me with some hair for tomorrow."
"Sorry," I say again, face heating. "I didn't mean to—"
"It's okay." Leo's smiling. "But maybe hold onto the sheets instead?"
Right. Sheets. I can do that. I fist my hands in the fabric as Leo's mouth closes around my cock.
"Oh!" The sound rips out of me. Hot. Wet.
Perfect pressure. Two fingers become three, and the stretch is intense now.
Burns more. But Leo's sucking me and stroking that spot inside me. "Leo, I'm… I'm gonna…"
He doesn't stop. Just takes me deeper, hollows his cheeks, crooks all three fingers, and rubs.
I come with a shout. Unexpectedly. Overwhelmingly.
Pleasure crashes through me in waves, and I'm distantly aware that I'm probably making ridiculous sounds, but I can't stop, can't control it.
I'm riding it out while Leo works me through it.
When I finally come back to myself, I'm panting and boneless. "You made me come!" I sound accusatory. Betrayed.
Leo pulls off and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He's grinning. "Yeah."
"But… you weren't inside me yet!"
"I know."
"I wanted… we were supposed to have full sex first!"
"We are." Leo climbs up my body and settles his weight on me. Kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it should be weird, but it's hot. "But I wanted your first time to last. If I'd gotten inside you right away, you would've come in about thirty seconds."
Oh, that's… "That's actually really smart," I admit.
"I know." Leo's still grinning. Smug. "Plus, you can definitely go again."
Can I? I look down. My cock is… not quite soft. Twitching with interest despite having just… Leo's hand wraps around me. He strokes slowly, coaxing me back to hard.
"See?" He sounds entirely too pleased with himself. "Told you."
Smug bastard. Beautiful, amazing, perfect smug bastard.
"Okay," I say as my cock hardens in his hand. "Okay, you were right."
"Usually am." I want to argue, but Leo's kissing me again, and his hand is doing things that make thinking impossible. When I'm fully hard again, which happens amazingly fast, Leo sits up.
"You're sure?" he asks. "This is what you want?" His cock is straining. Nearly purple with how hard he is. But he's asking. Making sure. Giving me one last chance to back out.
"Yes," I say firmly. "This is exactly what I want."
Leo reaches for his nightstand and grabs a condom. I sit up. "I can… do you want me to?"
"I got it." Leo's movements are smooth. Confident. He rolls it on with ease and adds more lube, and I watch, fascinated as he lies down on his back. Looking at me.
"You control everything," he says. "Go as slow as you need. Stop whenever you want."
Oh. That's… I was worried about his size, about it hurting, but if I'm in control…
Relief floods through me. Excitement too.
"Okay," I breathe. I throw my leg over, straddling him again.
Leo's hands come to my hips, steadying, not controlling.
His cock is between us, hard and thick and about to be inside me.
Holy motherboard.
Leo holds himself steady as I position myself. The tip presses against my hole, slick and stretched but still so tight, and I start to lower myself. The pressure is intense. The burn is back. But Leo's talking to me, low and soothing.
"That's it. Just like that. You're doing so good, Max. So good."
The head pops inside, and my eyes go wide. "Oh… That… Oh!"
"Breathe," Leo reminds me.
Right. Breathing. That's important. I rock slightly. Testing. The stretch is incredible. Overwhelming. I lower myself more. Inch by inch. Watching Leo's face the whole time. His jaw is clenched. His eyes are fixed on where he's entering me. He looks wrecked already, and I'm not sitting on him yet.
"You feel—" I try to find words. "You're so… I'm so full."
"Not all the way yet," Leo grits out. Not all the way? I look down. He's right. There's still… A lot of him to go. I lower myself more. And more. Until finally, finally… I'm sitting on his hips. Completely full. Completely stretched.
"I've watched every porn there is," I babble. "Read articles. Looked at diagrams. But nothing prepared me for—"
"Max." Leo's voice is strained. Desperate. "Please move. Let me… fuck, Max, you feel… you're so tight. Oh God, please move."
He's begging. Leo's begging me. That's… wonderful.
"Okay," I say, delighted. "Okay, I'll—" I try to lift up.
Try to establish a rhythm. But my legs are shaking, and I can't quite figure out the angle.
Leo has been so careful, so patient, and I can't even…
I want to give him something back. I want to be good at this. For him. Why won't my legs just—
"I'm doing this wrong." Frustration bleeds into my voice. "Why can't I— I can't even figure out the angle!"
Leo's hands tighten on my hips. "You're not doing it wrong. Here—" He lifts me slightly, then pulls me back down. My eyes roll back.
"Oh. Blasters. Yes." Leo does it again. Using his strength to move me. He finds a rhythm. And suddenly understand. I start moving with him, and then we're moving together. "Oh my gosh," I chant. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!"
Leo adjusts the angle slightly, tips me forward a bit, and suddenly he's hitting that spot inside me with every thrust. "There!" I practically yell. "Right there, don't, don't stop!"
"Not stopping," Leo promises. "Never stopping."
He's large inside me. Stretching me. Rubbing over nerves I didn't know existed. Every thrust sends pleasure radiating through my entire body.
"You feel amazing," I babble. "So good. So… Leo, I can't… I'm gonna—"
Leo wraps his hand around my dick and gives me a few strong strokes. "Come," Leo says. "Come for me, Max."
I do. The feeling of Leo inside me, hitting my prostate over and over, plus his hand on me, sends me over. My cock pulses between us, painting his stomach with come, and I'm shaking and gasping and… He hasn't come, but I collapse onto Leo's chest. Boneless. Wrecked.
"Fuck me hard," I whisper against his neck. "Come inside me."
I don't know where that came from, but… Oh. My. God. This feels amazing. Leo groans deeply and plants his feet on the mattress. Then he's thrusting up into me. Hard. Fast. Exactly like I asked for. I can feel him swelling, getting impossibly thicker, and then—
"Ungh!" The sound tears out of him as he comes. I swear I feel it. Feel him pulsing inside me. Feel the way his whole body tenses and then melts.
Perfect. My first time was perfect. We're both panting. Still connected. Hearts racing against each other.
"Thank you," I whisper. "Leo, thank you." His arms come around me. Holding me close.
"Thank you," he whispers back.
And I smile against his neck, happier than I've ever been.