Chapter 9 #3
“Here,” I said, knowing what he was looking for and reaching onto the shelves above my bed, cluttered with pictures of people I didn’t want to think about while I had Reggie naked and panting on my bed.
I grabbed the lube and opened it with one hand, then tilted it to spread over my right hand and set it aside, careful to cap the bottle as my fingers searched.
And found.
He gave a soft groan as one of my fingers slid into him, and I felt a shiver go down my back at the feel of the tight heat.
I slid in deeper as I caught his lips, loving the way his mouth pressed desperately against mine, eager to feel more than just my fingers.
Except the best I could offer was a second finger, pausing all else to savor the feeling of him opening up.
His breath came out in a shuddering gasp as he ground down on my fingers, his lips parting as he gave a heavy gasp.
It was as if my fingers had found a new way to bring him to life, to set him off so he was writhing and pushing against me.
He already felt incredible wrapped around my fingers, and I was almost dizzy with the thought of what it might feel like to push my cock inside him and feel the grip, to feel the way he held me as I pushed deep.
For the third finger, I slid down his body and wrapped my lips around his leaking head, his body going wire-tight as the combination of my fingers and mouth worked together as the third digit joined the other two.
I didn’t know how long it had been for him, and while I probably shouldn’t have cared, some savage and fiercely snarling thing inside me insisted I make sure that whatever I did tonight would wipe out the memory of whoever had been with him before, and before that and before that, all the way back to Malcolm because that memory was still sacred.
Sacred, yes, but not something I wanted to think about.
Thinking of Malcolm, of the things we shared before I started dating Charlene, before he had met Reggie, was too much for me to carry along with the surging desire and overwhelming lust coursing through me.
There was a limit to what a human could hold in their head in one moment, and right now I wanted to make sure all my energy and attention was locked onto the man below me who looked ready to claw into me just to get more.
As if reading my thoughts, he squirmed harder, reaching up to take hold of my biceps and squeeze. “Cock, inside me. Now.”
“Bossy,” I breathed, pulling my lips from his cock.
When our eyes met, I ran my tongue from the base of his cock and up to the tip just as I curled my fingers inside him.
He gasped, back arching. “It’s probably not wise to get too demanding with the person who might or might not fuck you depending on your behavior. ”
“Eat shit,” he said with a laugh and groaned when I rubbed my fingertips back and forth, making more pre-cum leak from the tip and his stomach flex erratically. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry, alright? God, just…this already feels amazing, and your cock is amazing, so I need to feel it inside me.”
“My cock is amazing, huh?” I asked, placing a kiss on his stomach as I kept my fingers wriggling back and forth inside him slowly, pushing against the bump that was nothing but nerves and pleasure, taking my time to make my point.
The growing desperation on his face told me my point had been well made. “I’ll call it perfect only once you fuck me.”
I was pushing him, and I wasn’t sure what his limits were; it wasn’t like we had ever been there before. I didn’t want to push him over the line, not just because it would shatter the moment, which I didn’t want, but also because it would harm his trust in me and his patience.
But what was just a little more push?
“Say…please,” I said, this time using all three fingers to push up and probably send an overwhelming, desperate wave of pleasure through him.
“Oh shit,” he hissed, now panting. “Please fuck me.”
“You sure you don’t want me to make you come instead?”
“I want to come, I want to come with your fucking dick inside me, as deep as you can.”
He was panting again, and I thought I’d pushed him enough, which was probably wise because Reggie wasn’t one to forget easily, at least not something like this.
There could come a time when the shoe was on the other foot, and I suspected that if he really wanted, he could be far more devious and evil than I was.
The thought of him taking advantage of me, as I had him, was terrifying and arousing.
Something to think about later.
I finally took pity on him and snatched up the bottle of lube to spread more onto my hand and over my dick. The low light made it seem like my dick was glowing, but it was Reggie I was focused on as I gripped the base of my cock. “Grab the pillow, will you?”
He grabbed the pillow and handed it to me, and I promptly shoved under his hips. “This work?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly, and I wondered if I had him so riled up that he would have agreed to whatever I said just to make sure I fucked him as soon as possible.
Then again, I had to trust he was telling the truth.
And then, once we got it out of our systems, I might actually sit him down and talk, to figure out what the hell we were doing.
That was for the future. I was more focused on the now, on the man before me who was raising his legs so I could slide forward and he could wrap them around my middle. To focus on the sight of his ass, ready for me after I had already driven him to near insanity.
I gripped the base of my dick again and leaned forward, angling my hips so I could push against his hole.
My eyes met his as I steadied myself with my free arm and pushed forward.
I was careful at first, feeling the tension keeping me from entering him loosen.
There was no noise, but I would swear there was a pop when I watched and felt the head of my dick enter him.
Technically, there was a noise, and it came from him as he felt me stretch him open a little more than my fingers.
I had to pause, sucking in one slow breath after another as I fought to get control of myself.
While I had been intending to drive him to the edge to make him squirm, I had forgotten how excited it made me.
If I didn’t get control, and fast, I was going to blow before I made it more than an inch inside him.
“Okay?” I managed.
“I will be when you actually get in,” he grunted, his fingers digging into the bedspread as I kneeled before him.
“Well, unless you want me to come like a teenage boy on his first date, I need a second,” I said, sure it was robbing me of the domineering veneer I had built up, but I didn’t need him getting so anxious that he lost patience with me.
“Take it slow,” he told me, though I wasn’t sure if he was saying it to himself or to me.
Once I had the control necessary to go further, I was careful and took my time.
Inch my inch I pushed into him, getting far enough in that I didn’t have to hold my dick steady.
Instead, I could wrap my hand around his straining cock and feel another jolt of dangerous pleasure as he gave a gasp and a cry of pleasure.
His muscles throbbed around me, and I grunted when he opened further and the last couple inches of my dick pushed inside.
“Like I said, amazing,” he grunted as I stayed in place, torn between wanting to fuck him savagely right then and there, and knowing I needed to hold back so I made it something we would both remember. “Fucking amazing.”
“We’re not done,” I warned, pulling back slowly and easing myself back inside.
We groaned together as his muscles flexed around me, and I pulled back to once more sink into him.
I could feel him loosening up, but I kept my hand wrapped around his dick to keep pumping his cock, making him shudder and groan.
It was all the encouragement I needed to pull out further to sink in deep once again, working my way back until my cock was almost free before sinking down again.
I could feel the way he opened with each deep thrust that grew in power and speed.
I could feel it already; I wasn’t going to last long, and the regret I felt was intense, rolling through me.
That was until I felt his cock jump in my hand as I sank down with a harder than usual thrust and felt him leak even more than before, which I didn’t think possible.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he breathed, grunting as I ground against him, digging in deep. “Do it, I’m…you’ve already got me there, just…fuck me, Marc, fucking…fuck me.”
That was all I needed to pick up the pace, fucking into him and when I found the angle that made his groans turn into a sudden cry of pleasure, I shoved the pillow under him with one jerk of my knee to make sure he was at that angle so I could pound that spot.
And pound it I did, practically shoving him into the mattress with every thrust.
Reggie’s hands snapped up from the bed to curl around my arms and hold on tightly as I finally gave him what both of us wanted.
I held his waist as I fucked him, hearing the sounds of our skin meeting sharply, and his cries.
His cock was nearly forgotten between us, his excitement coating his shaft.
“Oh shit,” I grunted, not wanting to stop but knowing if I didn’t, I was going to lose it.
“Do it,” he grunted, his eyes wide and desperate as I pounded down into him.
It had been a long time since I’d seen him so intense and focused; nowhere was the Reggie whose mind was bouncing all over the place as he worked hard or solved a problem.
No, this one was locked onto me, and he demanded I give him what he wanted.
So I did.