Rowan #3
I stared at him and let out a huff. “I won’t be carrying your heavy ass anywhere, even on my best days. But I can fuck you into any surface of your choice in this room without hurting myself. Happy?”
“I am pleased, yeah,” he said with a laugh. “You’re so mad that worked.”
“A little,” I admitted. I was used to people taking a more caring approach to my problem. It was the first time someone had used sex to make me open up, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Certainly irritated, a little impressed, and maybe I appreciated it too. “But not enough to stop me.”
“Then let me be a basic bitch and choose the bed,” he said, sliding off my lap. “After we get you out of those clothes.”
“I can accommodate that,” I said as I stood up, letting him help me out of my shirt. With someone else, I wouldn’t have said 'help,' but he was taking it off me because I was taking too long. I snorted when I followed him to the bed, and he began tugging at the string of my pants.
“Jesus,” he muttered when he undid the knot and pulled the pants loose. “If you’re going to walk around without underwear, you might as well go naked. This thing bouncing around might as well be a strip show.”
“It doesn’t bounce.”
“Dude, it bounces so much when you’re walking around without underwear. That’s literally one of my favorite things to watch, when you’re not aware you’re drawing attention. Well, there’s Clay, who was definitely watching.”
“Saying Clay was watching me in a sexual sense is like saying he was breathing,” I snorted. “But he won’t go further than that.”
“Did something happen?”
I saw the hesitancy in his eyes and shook my head as I kicked my pants off, slowly stroking myself. “I told him I wasn’t interested and he was better off chasing someone who would actually give him what he wanted because he was never getting it from me.”
“And that worked?”
“He’s a slut, not a pest.”
“That sounds like something that would come straight out of his mouth,” Luka said with a laugh.
I gripped the base of my cock and held it out. “Well, let’s see about something going into your mouth.”
“Lame ass joke,” he snorted, but he didn’t waste any more time wrapping his lips around the head of my cock.
“God,” I hissed as I watched him gulp down half my dick in one go. “Do you know how hard it was to hold myself back when you did that the first time? Damn, that feels amazing.”
He hummed, which I assumed was him being pleased, but all I knew was that it sent additional chills up and down my spine as he made a slurping noise while vigorously bobbing.
Honestly, I could have stood there and let him do the thing he’d done the other day and been just fine because while he did nothing fancy with his mouth and hand, the skill and passion for blowing me was more than enough to get me right where I needed to be.
Except there was the promise of more, and I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t want to see him spread out beneath me, panting and full of my cock as he came all over himself.
“Fuck,” I growled, pulling my dick free before the imagery made me lose it, and it was too late to pull back. “I’ll come down your throat another time, but right now, I want you on your back, or face down, whatever you want, we can do the other position another time, or any position, wait—”
He snorted and gestured to the shelf next to the bed, where I kept my latest book or tablet. There was a stack of condoms and a bottle of lube sitting there, freshly opened.
I raised a brow. “I’m not sure if I should be impressed that you were willing to risk coming here, or amused that you were so sure you were going to get fucked that you came prepared.”
“Oh, I knew you were going to fuck me at some point,” he snorted. “And don’t worry, nothing I did was going to attract attention. These supplies are free for anyone to take.”
“Really?” I blinked. “I’ve never seen condoms or lube.”
“Not in plain sight,” he said with a laugh. “But there’s a place outside the medic wing where they keep things like that. I don’t think it was initially offered since they didn’t have that sort of thing in mind for an all-male facility, which is kinda funny—”
“Why? Because of Reggie?”
“I...yeah, actually.”
“Was I not supposed to know he was into men?”
“I just didn’t realize you knew,” he said with a laugh. “You never said anything.”
“You never said anything about knowing,” I pointed out as I took the lube and condoms from the shelf.
“Okay, good point,” he said with a snort.
“But yeah, they realized that was happening and figured that, along with everything else they let happen here without judgment, they would provide supplies for anyone who wanted without being watched. There’s probably a lot more guys than even Reggie knows who used those supplies without giving themselves away. ”
“Nor should they,” I said as I decided to roll him onto his stomach. Although it deprived me of a view of his face, I was compensated by the sight of his ass, and it was a fantastic view.
“Pushy, pushy,” he noted, only pausing when two of my fingers slid into him, and then he was the one pushing back.
He didn’t talk as I used my fingers deep inside to prepare him, but that was fine by me.
It let me focus as I stretched him, appreciating the tension of his insides before feeling them slowly ease as I used my fingers in the best way I knew to get someone ready.
My earlier years might have been fumbling and awkward as I realized I was large enough to cause problems, but I was no longer that inexperienced idiot.
I knew enough to know it was necessary, even if sometimes it was quicker than taking time, as I was doing now.
I loved the slow buildup of sensation and the reactions.
Luka was no disappointment as he let the sensations roll through him, and groaned, pushing back as I drove in deep, his hips rolling as he felt four fingers inside him.
It was enough, but there were parts of him I couldn’t stretch without toys or shoving my hand into him.
I had no interest in fisting him, but I had the patience to know I would have to take my time once I was deep enough inside him and could gauge from his body and reactions what I needed to do next.
Satisfied I had done as much as I could, I lubed myself up enough to smoothly roll the condom on, a little amused that it wasn’t as snug as I feared a condom from a ‘take as needed’ selection would be.
Apparently, the selection accounted for someone of larger-than-average size, which struck me as a very Reggie sort of thing to consider.
I didn’t have to say a thing as I leaned down; Luka was already pushing his ass back to make it easier.
The enthusiasm was intoxicating, and kneeling behind him, holding his hip with one hand, I used the other to grip the base of my cock and push down into him.
My prep work had been enough, and he opened up easily, with a sigh of pleasure and.
..contentment? Whatever that noise was, I felt it soar from my ears to my groin with a twitch of anticipation and eagerness.
Halfway in, I felt him tense, and the tightness grew fiercer as I pushed forward, still taking my time.
When he turned his head, lips thin, I took a break and hung in place, letting him adjust before pulling back.
His eyes opened in alarm, and I shushed him before he could protest. When I pushed forward again, it was with a rocking motion that gently nudged against his insides, loosening him up carefully.
It was something that had worked a lot better in the past than simply pushing in, stopping, pushing in, stopping.
Eventually, the death grip loosened, and I was able to slide further in, a moan escaping me as the last inch was finally seated. He had turned his face into my pillow, and, still using one hand on his hip to hold me steady, I reached up with the other and turned him so I could see him.
“Don’t you dare hide that from me,” I told him bluntly. “When we’re alone, I want to hear it, and I want to see it.”
“Sure, yeah, okay,” he said with a low groan as I ground my hips against his ass. “Jesus. This is, uh...intense.”
“Bad intense?” I wondered, stopping.
“I just...you’re the biggest I’ve been with, and it’s...a lot, but I swear if you take that out of me, I’m going to beat your ass,” he said, narrowing his eyes.
“Noted,” I said with a laugh. “Let’s see just how good intense I can make it.”
That meant taking my time as I eased out, not all the way because I didn’t want the full intensity of my entire dick moving inside him happening right away.
I had to bite down on the part of me that wanted to fuck him stupid, but I wasn’t some mindless animal, and powerful instinct or not, I took my time.
I heard him gasp the first time I pushed back into him, and I hovered, waiting as the grip around my dick eased again.
I did it a few more times, feeling his body tense when I pushed in, but the sounds coming from his lips spoke of nothing but pleasure.
That was good enough for me to keep going at the pace I was until he was no longer tensing up and almost bracing for what was coming, but genuinely enjoying it.
Then I started adding depth, taking my time to build up until I was almost completely pulling out before pushing back in, groaning softly as even through the condom I could still feel the intense heat of his grip around me as I pushed myself to the hilt.
“Stop being so damn careful,” he grumbled.
“Pushy,” I recited back, but I knew how to take a hint.
My back was already beginning to tweak, so I was happy to take it up a notch.
It required me to shift position so my knees were on each side of his thighs, but I could lean forward and clasp his hands with mine as I hovered over his back and began fucking him in earnest.
He didn’t expressly say that was what he wanted, but the sudden cry of pleasure and the way he pushed back as I fucked him with purpose was enough that I didn’t need words.
It was enough to feel him push back, enough to hear his groans as I fucked him, not with complete abandon, but enough that I knew those ‘intense feelings’ must have grown stronger.
Yet he never pushed me off; he squirmed and wriggled, but he clasped my hands with a fierce grip and kept pushing back steadily.
The lack of confidence and nervousness I had seen was gone as he let himself enjoy the moment.
Honestly, I had never considered the soundproofing, but now, I was thankful as it let me hear him cry out, begging for more.
“Shit,” he groaned, his hips twitching. “Shit, fuck, shit, I—”
My eyes widened as I realized what was happening, but I didn’t dare change what I was doing.
Man or woman, when you were fucking someone and were going to make them come with your dick alone, you did not alter the pace, depth, or intensity.
So I focused, doing exactly what I had been doing for the past few minutes.
His swearing became desperate, disbelieving, and then his body went ramrod straight, and he cried out with an intensity that made me thankful for soundproofing again.
He quivered beneath me, hips jerking as if his body couldn’t make up its mind whether it wanted to be impaled on me or be free.
I knew he was coming all over the sheet beneath him, and I was filled with a sudden, intense need to see the mess he had made.
I waited until I felt him settle before I pulled free, snatching the condom off with no care as to where it went as I rolled him over.
Sure enough, his face was flushed, his eyes hazy, and his stomach coated in the mess he’d made of himself, in the mess I had made him make of himself.
If everything else hadn’t undone me, that sight was more than enough, and it took only a few strokes of my dick before I was crying out and coating him with my load.
Even as worn out and hazy-eyed as he was, I could see him watching me with interest as he lay there, holding onto my thigh like he was too worn out to do anything, but wanted to participate at least somewhat.
“Fuck,” I finally swore as my orgasm left me weak but happy. I summoned the strength to grab the wet wipes that had been included with the condom and lube and helped to wipe off the mess—after I’d appreciated it, of course.
I fell onto the bed beside him, my chest rising and falling as I realized that had been as much of a contrast to our previous times with each other as it could get.
There had been no reluctance or moralizing on his part, no issues with communication, no irritation or judgment on my part.
We had simply come together and then, well, come together.
It was freeing in a way that it hadn’t been with another person in, God, how long?
Ever?
Was it ever?
Before that thought could take root, he chuckled. “Hungry?”
“Starving actually,” I admitted, glad to be rid of that irritating thought for a moment. “How did you know?”
“Hey, I’m actually vers. I know that even if you don’t fuck someone for a long time, it’s hungry work,” he chuckled. “Get us some sandwiches and drinks, and we can…hang out for a few hours?”
I stared at him for a moment. Was this some sort of date or just—?
“There is hot chocolate,” he said, raising a brow.
Now there was a convincing argument.