Oakley
My hands are shaking.
I can’t remember the last time I was this nervous. I don’t get nervous.
I just don’t. Big playoff games? No big deal. State? Nothing. I’m calm, cool, and collected. Ready to play my part.
But this?
Taking his virginity?
Yeah, my nerves are turned way up.
I can’t believe he’s trusting me with this. I never thought he would. I assumed I was just practice for his oh-so-special Ryan—which I probably still am. And I didn’t think he’d give this to me.
And damn it—despite it probably being selfish—I want it.
I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, and I can’t waste time worrying about why that is.
Then when I asked him if we could do it bare, I thought for sure that would be it.
That he’d push me away and tell me to fuck off.
But he didn’t.
He agreed. I still don’t know what possessed me to ask him. I just know—looking down at his beautiful, naked body and feeling him underneath me—I wanted it. Nothing between us.
I wanted this experience with him, knowing full well when he’s finished with me, I’ll probably go back to random hookups where I don’t get this. This intimacy I never craved before.
Before him.
“We don’t have to do this,” he says, eyeing me warily from his position, lying on his back on my bed, his hard dick pointing up between his legs and his abs tightening with each nervous breath.
“I want this,” I say again because God, do I want this. “Just need you to tell me what to do.”
He cocks his head to the side a little, his eyes studying me with wonder and a small twinkle in them. “I can get myself ready, if you want me to.” He starts to lean up, his hand going for the lube, but I pull it away.
“Fuck no. I want it all, Travis. I want to get to know this body, inside and out.” I drag my free hand over his taut abs, reveling in the way they harden and flex at my attention. “Just tell me what to do so I don’t hurt you.”
His gaze moves to my cock that’s so fucking hard, it’s painful, dying to be inside his tight body. He meets my eyes and lifts an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure it’s going to hurt, no matter what.”
I frown, not wanting to hurt him at all, but then he leans up, dragging his hand over my stomach and my hip before he settles back down on the bed before me, spreading his legs and letting me get a good look at his small, pink hole.
I nearly pass out from the sight, my cock jerking with need. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not afraid of a little pain.”
I snort, because we played football together for years. He’s not small in stature, but compared to a lot of guys out on that field, he was, and he took some pretty brutal hits. Always got right back up. I probably would have cried with some of the pummeling he took while we were playing.
“What do I do?”
If he’s nervous, I can’t tell. He looks at me with strength and confidence, nodding his head toward the lube. “Get some on your fingers. Start with one, then two. Stretch me enough to take you.”
I look down at my dick and then back at his hole, totally unsure who the hell I’m going to fit.
“It’ll be okay,” he says confidently.
I take a deep breath, and then I do what he said, pouring lube over my hand and stroking my dick first, getting it nice and slick before getting more on my fingers and dropping the bottle on the bed next to us.
He’s breathing heavily now, and I hope it’s only with excitement, but I suspect it’s also probably a little fear. I move between his legs, taking in the sight of his flushed cock and his balls, already looking swollen and ready to come and tight up against his body.
I don’t think about it, just take the tip of his cock in my mouth and suck, making his back bow off the bed, and curses fall from his lips. “Holy shit, Oakley. You didn’t . . . You don’t have to . . .”
I nearly roll my eyes at him, telling me I don’t need to taste him. How does he not know I’ve wanted to taste him for so long now? Yeah, I’ve been worried I wouldn’t be good at it, but I still wanted to try. But until now, he’s taken the control out of my hands.
Now that he’s at my mercy, I’m going to take advantage of this moment. I like his taste. Masculine and not too strong, with just a hint of his arousal, but I want more. So much more. I take more of him in my mouth, and his body jolts again as he mumbles incoherently.
I lick and suck on his cock as one finger finds his hole, and I circle around it, taking my time before pushing inside his tight heat.
“Yes, Oakley. Yes. So good,” he pants, and I smile proudly around his cock. I’m making this smart, put-together, uptight guy lose his fucking mind, and I feel like I’m on top of the world.
I pull my finger out, then add a second, being careful and going slow. Moving my fingers inside him and scissoring them open to stretch him.
“Yes. Oh God, Oakley, it’s too good.”
He sounds desperate and needy, and I fucking love it. I pass over the spongy part inside him—locating his prostate like a pro because yeah, of course I did a little research. He cries out, and tugs on my hair.
“You have to stop. Holy fuck. That’s so good. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
And I want that. I don’t know why I’m all of a sudden craving cum, but I just go with it.
I don’t pull off him. Instead, I press that spot inside him again and suck harder on his dick, taking a little more in my mouth.
And that’s all it takes. Travis cries out my name, his whole body tense, his cock jerking in my mouth and releasing his salty yet somehow also sweet cum into the back of my throat.
He comes and comes as I struggle to swallow it all down, but a lot of it dribbles down my chin and neck. No part of me gives any fucks about that as I lick him clean, loving his taste. My dick nearly spurts everywhere, but I manage to regain control and keep from coming.
I’m hoping to do that when I’m deep inside him.
When he urges me off his dick and up to him, I go willingly, letting my body blanket his as I kiss him, feeding him his own flavor, which he doesn’t seem to mind. He kisses me hard, his fingers in my hair as he pulls all my weight on top of him.
“I wasn’t planning to come in your mouth.”
“I wanted it,” I breathe and nibble on his bottom lip. “I want it all.”
We kiss as I drag my dick over his wet cock, sticky from release and already hardening again. He’s insatiable, and I love it. I want nothing more than to try to repeatedly satisfy his need.
He reaches for my cock and positions it at his softened hole, and my eyes go straight to his face.
“I do too, Oakley.”
It takes me a minute to realize he means he wants it all too. I nod, kissing his lips and closing my eyes at the feeling of him against the tip of my cock.
“Do you want me to turn over?” he asks softly, which surprises me into pulling back and looking into his eyes.
“What? No. We can do it like this, right?”
He nods, but he’s nibbling on his lower lip. Overthinking, as always. Yeah. No. We aren’t doing that.
I’m not letting him ruin this moment with crazy thoughts.
“I want to see you when you come again. It’s so fucking hot, Travis.”
He’s breathing heavily as he nods his permission, and I start to press into him, taking my time, even though my body is geared up and begging for release. Every nerve ending throbs and is on high alert.
He digs his nails into my biceps as I press further into him, pushing past the barrier of tight muscle. His entire body is tense and not letting me in. I lean down and kiss him. “Breathe, baby.”
If baby bothers him, he doesn’t show it. He just pulls in a deep breath and then releases it, relaxing his body as he nods. “I’m okay.”
I’m not sure I believe him, but I see the determination in his eyes and know he won’t want to stop.
I push in past the first ring of muscle, and his body gives, accepting me.
We both gasp, and I press further into him, taking shallow, slow thrusts as we make our way to me being fully inside.
Finally, his heat wraps around me tightly, and I’m terrified to move.
“Holy fuck.”
He lets out a little laugh, squeezing my cock with that tight fucking ass of his, and I groan.
“Oh shit. Don’t do that. I’ll come.”
He laughs again, and I glare at him, but he’s smiling, and damn, it’s beautiful. “I don’t care if you do. We can do it again and again.”
Yeah, he says that now, but no doubt, he’s going to be sore. And I want to make this good for him, so after a couple of deep breaths and some pep talks in my mind, I pull back until I’m nearly all the way out and then thrust forward slowly.
He arches his back and lets out the sexiest goddamn groan I’ve ever heard, his hand moving between our bodies as he jerks his cock. “Yes. Like that. Again.”
I do it again. Over and over, I thrust into his body, angling my hips to make sure I drag over his prostate each time. His hand moves to my shoulder and digs in, but this time, it’s with pleasure and not pain, while his other hand works furiously between us.
I feel his ass squeezing tightly around me with each flex of his cock in his hand. And when he throws his head back, all the tendons in his neck pulled tight and a splash of cum hitting my stomach, it’s all over for me.
I’m torn between watching him and my eyes closing with the intense pleasure overtaking me. I see him right before I do just that, my eyes screwing tight as white-hot heat sears through my body, and I come deep inside him, screaming his name when I do and pressing my body into his.
My teeth find his shoulder as I keep thrusting, coming hard, so hard I don’t think it’ll ever end. Then my body stills on top of his.
“You’re so fucking heavy,” he says with a laugh and maybe even a little fondness.
“Sorry.” I roll off him, but he just moves to my side, lying on my shoulder like he doesn’t want me to get away.
“Don’t be. I liked it.”
I look down into his eyes, seeing he’s sincere. “I did too.”
He looks happy, lighter somehow, and my chest fills with pride because I did that.
It may be temporary, and he may just be practicing for his dream guy, but I did that, and nothing can take that away.