Chapter 2 The Taste of Him #4
“Sivan, look, my hand is wrapped around your dick.” His voice is low and sexy, as he strokes me, “Does it feel good?”
My head drops back with a moan, “Fuck, yes…”
“This is okay because we both want it.”
Something about the way he said that makes me fully submit to this feeling. I can’t fight it, whatever this is. I lift his chin as I sit up on my knees.
“I want you,” he moans, his voice laden with desperation.
I place my finger in his mouth, and he begins to lick it.
God, how can this feel so good? Has he always been this hot?
Holding his chin and looking into his eyes, I suddenly want nothing more than to be inside of him.
Our bodies are pressed together, both hard, naked and sweaty.
I’m kissing and licking my way around his chest while he sucks on my finger.
I want to devour him. I want to make him mine.
What is this passion? Why have I never felt it before?
Vincent takes my hand from his mouth and brings it down between his legs. “I…I want you to touch me here,” he murmurs, pressing my finger against his hole.
I feel like we should talk about what we’re doing, but I also really want to fuck my best friend right now.
I hesitate for just a moment, then press my finger against his warm flesh.
This feels hot, but it also feels tight, like there is no way my dick is gonna fit in there.
I press against the center, testing to see if there is any sort of give to it.
I’ve had anal sex with girls before, but I definitely made sure there was lube on hand.
I continue lightly massaging him while kissing his neck.
He reaches toward the side of the bed, and I lift up.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
He shakes his head no and opens his side drawer with his right hand while placing his other hand on my chest. “Here,” he says shyly, passing me the small bottle of lube.
Rising to my knees, I squeeze some on my cock. My hands are shaking a bit, which I can’t say feels comfortable at all.
Vincent grabs my dick and slides his hand down my slippery length. “I want this—will—will you give it to me?”
Fuck, he looks so sexy. How have I never noticed until today?
I nod at him and place my hand atop his, while he strokes me.
“Mmmm—your hand… It feels so good.” I lean my head back, and let go, allowing him to take over.
His cock is starting to leak, and I have the urge to do something.
Leaning down, I lick his crown, swiping my tongue across the precum, before wrapping my lips around him.
Mmm…the salty taste swirling in my mouth makes my dick harden even more.
I can’t believe I just did that. But, God, he tastes delicious.
“Fuck—Sivan,” he moans.
I grab the lube and rub some on his hole. It’s so tight. “Do you think you can take it?” I ask, sliding my finger around the rim.
Vincent moves his hand from my cock and sticks his finger inside himself, almost like he wants to show me he can take it.
He’s giving me the most intense eye contact that I’ve ever had with another person.
I rub my hand down his thick, solid chest, he’s all muscle, and I can’t help but watch as he fingers himself.
The sight of him doing this makes me really want to come, and before I know it, I’m jerking my own cock, fully entranced by his fingers.
“I can take it. Put it in,” he says.
My dick is so hard right now, I don’t know if he really understands how much this is gonna hurt.
Surely, he realizes his finger is nowhere near the size of my cock.
Shaking my head no at him, I take his hand and pull it away from his hole, then slide my finger carefully inside of him. It’s so warm and so tight.
“More,” he begs. “I—can take more.”
I add a second finger in, and his breath hitches before letting out a soft whimper of pleasure.
With two fingers inside, I’m stretching him, carefully pressing in and out.
I’ve never taken this much care with any girl—but with him, I feel the need to be sure he’s ready.
But I’ve reached my own limit here. Gripping the inside of his thighs, I part his legs wider, then line my cock up with his hole. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck me, please, Sivan.”
I’m gonna do it… I’m gonna fuck my best friend. I press my dick against his entrance, then trace around his rim with it, before pressing the head in slowly. Fuck he’s tight. Vincent turns his face to the side, while closing his eyes.
Inch by inch I press myself deeper. He raises his ass slightly, until I’m fully inside.
“Fuuuck,” I groan. I’ve never felt any space so warm and comforting. I lean down and place a kiss on his lips.
He grabs my face and kisses me gently. “Keep kissing me, please?” he asks.
I would do whatever he wanted right now; I’ve never felt such an emotional connection to anyone in my life. I kiss him again, and our tongues touch, softly.
I start moving slowly, and Vincent whimpers a bit. Fuck…I don’t want to stop, but I also don’t want to hurt him.
He pleads through broken breaths, “Go…you can go faster…I want you to.”
I grip the sides of his ass and look him over, my cock fully buried inside of him. Why am I concerned with hurting him?
He places a hand firmly on my chest. “You wouldn’t do this if I were a girl. Don’t treat me differently. Fuck me, Sivan.”
He’s right. I wouldn’t. I nod at him and begin thrusting in and out, his tight ass clinging to my cock.
With each thrust, Vincent’s head hits the headboard, and I can’t help but feel even more turned on as I move.
It feels so good fucking him. Have I always wanted this?
Why does it feel so damn good? When I lean down and lick across his open mouth, I find that he still tastes a bit like rum, which is my favorite thing to taste.
I kiss him softly, caressing his tongue with mine, relishing the taste of my best friend.
He pulls back slightly while holding my face. “Shit, your tongue, Sivan. You kiss so good…” He presses his lips against mine again, freely exploring the inside of my mouth.
I chuckle a bit through the kiss. It makes me feel kind of proud hearing him say that.
He seems so lost in lust, like he’s a different person entirely.
But as much as I’m flattered by that, I realize that my pace has slowed again.
It’s almost like I just want to be kissing him.
The closeness between us, I want to capture it, I want to swallow it up.
“I like kissing you,” I say.
“Do it again.”
I crush my lips against his, and his strong muscular legs lock around my waist while I grind deep into him, drawing my hips back and forth rapidly.
Fuck, he’s wrapped tightly around me, clinging to my cock, clinging to me, it’s unbelievable.
His body shudders, and his breath hitches, while he lets out a soft moan.
I don’t know what I just did, but he liked it.
“Oh, fuck—Sivan. I think that was—do that again.”
I grab his hands, pinning them over his head. Whatever I did that made him shiver like that, I want to do it again, too. The curve of his muscles and the sight of the two of us connected is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I swirl my hips, searching for the spot I hit that made him shake.
“Yes—ffffuck—yes—Sivan…”
Hearing my name from his lips, in between those breathy fucking moans, makes me drive in further, harder and faster. My balls are slapping against him, and the sound alone is enough to bring me close to coming.
“I love that fucking sound,” he says.
“Mmm—me too. I’m really close.”
He nods at me, eyes closed. Then turns his face toward mine. “When you hit that spot, I almost came.”
I release his hands and look down in between us. “I can make you come. Is that what you want?”
“Do it. Make me come. Then I—I want—”
“What?” I ask, lifting his chin. I grind slowly inside him, searching for that spot again.
“I want to feel—fuck.” His eyes close, and he pulls me in tighter with his legs. His hands rake through my hair, from the bottom up, he grabs a fistful. “There, right there,” he pleads.
His sticky cock jumps against me, and I soon feel hot wet spurts pelting my abs, accompanied by breathless gasps of pleasure and Vincent’s asshole squeezing my cock.
“I’m coming—”
Holy shit—before I can process what’s happening, my cum is shooting deep inside of him.
“Mmm—fuck—” I grunt at the overwhelming pleasure and release.
I’ve never felt an orgasm so powerful, so strong, so mind-blowingly amazing.
Trying to catch my breath, I drop my head on his shoulder.
The sweat drips from my forehead, and his hot, damp skin is pressed against my lips.
I kiss the side of his neck, tasting the sweetness of his skin.
Neither of us has said a word, and neither of us has moved. My cock is softening, and I let it slip from his ass, then reposition myself beside him on the bed.