Chapter 14
Donovan
I’m desperate to see Stephen; excited to tell him that I’m ready to come out to my parents, and even more excited to tell him I’m ready to go all the way. I don’t want to let fear hold me back anymore; I’m in this, I’m committed.
When I hear his key in the door, I try to stay calm, knowing his parents will likely be with him, but today he’s alone. Once he’s dropped his stuff, I run into his arms and he picks me up, so I’m wrapped around him.
“Where are your parents?” I ask.
He chuckles, “Nice to see you too.”
“Nooo, you know what I mean.”
“I know, I asked them to stay in the car, told them you had friends over. I didn’t want to delay doing this.”
He kisses me, pressing me into the door and gripping my ass. I moan into his mouth as he grinds against me, I’m already getting hard.
“Missed you,” I say.
“Missed you too, baby.”
“I’m prepped and ready… there’s no pressure, just, if you wanted to.”
“Oh yeah?” he murmurs. “You want me to finger your tight little hole again?”
I shake my head, watching as the realization crosses his face.
“You’re ready?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.
He holds me while we kiss, and it feels different now, full of expectation of what’s to come; we’re taking our time, exploring each other.
“You’re sure?” He leans back to look at me.
“Yes, Stephen. I’m ready, I want you.”
He exhales and rests his forehead against mine. “We’re gonna take this slow, baby. And there are no expectations, we can stop anytime.”
“I know, I trust you.”
He walks with me in his arms towards his bed, before setting me down and peeling off my shirt. Undressing me while pausing to kiss me between each item of clothing. I help him with his, caressing his body as I do, kissing his chest and nuzzling him.
Holding my face in his hands, he takes the time to look at me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Donovan.”
“You are too,” I say, smiling up at him.
We lie on the bed and take our time, making out, running our hands along each other’s bodies, enjoying being naked together.
“Fuck, baby. You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he moans.
“I think I have some idea,” I smirk, gripping his dick in my hands.
“Brat,” he chuckles. “Can I touch you, baby?”
I nod and reach over to his drawer to get the lube, squeezing some onto his hand for him.
“Gonna get you nice and ready for my cock. Breathe for me,” he murmurs, running his finger over my hole.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the feeling of him touching me there, it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt. As I exhale he presses his finger into me, filling me.
“Holy shit, how is your dick ever going to fit inside me.”
“I told you, we can take it slow,” he whispers, kissing me and helping me relax around him.
He continues to work me, every so often brushing against the spot that makes me see stars.
“You ready to try?” he asks.
I nod. “Yeah, do I need to get on all fours?”
“I’d kind of like to face you, if that’s okay?” he chuckles. “I want to kiss you and look at you while I’m inside you.”
“Oh, yeah,” I say, feeling stupid. “Sorry, I was just thinking about what I’ve seen in porn.”
“It’s okay, there are lots of positions we can try to see what’s most comfortable for you, they’ll all feel slightly different.”
“They will? Sorry, I didn’t get to this part in the book Jamie let me borrow.”
“Please stop apologizing, baby, I’m here, I’ve got you,” he says. “A lot of people find it easier to be on top for their first time, so they can control the depth, but it means taking more of the lead. Would you prefer it if I’m the one in control, so you can lie back and enjoy it?”
“Yeah… I think so… I think I’ll panic and worry if I’m on top.”
He kneels up, hovering over me. “I’m not going to do anything yet; I’m just going to put you in a position and kiss you for a bit to get used to it. That okay?”
I nod, and he nestles himself between my legs, before pushing them back towards my chest. He holds himself up on his hands but leans down to kiss me, while his hard dick rubs between my ass cheeks.
“Fuck,” I moan, “even this feels intense.”
“And we can stick with this, it’s hot as hell for me,” he grins, “you know how much I like having you beneath me.”
“No, I want more,” I say, desperate to feel him inside of me.
He reaches for the lube and applies loads to his dick so it’s practically dripping off him, before applying more to his hand and fingering me once again.
“Oh shit,” I gasp, “this does feel more intense.”
“Good though?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan, finding it hard to form words.
He removes his finger and settles the head of his dick by my entrance.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispers, and as I exhale he gently pushes in.
I don’t even know how to describe the sound that escapes me as he breaches me, and it’s not helped by the moan that emanates from him.
“Fuck, Donovan!”
The next time I breathe out, he pushes in further, filling me in a way that feels like it’s too much, like I don’t know what to do with all of the sensations.
“Are you all the way in?”
“No, baby,” he shakes his head, “not even close, but this feels amazing, we don’t have to go any further.”
“Not even close? But I wanted to feel all of you,” I say, worrying I’m letting him down somehow.
“Hey, look at me, Donovan.” He pulls me from my worries and smiles at me. “This feels incredible, and it’s our first time, there’s no rush. I can move a bit here and we can enjoy this.”
“Yeah,” I nod, “okay, you can move.”
I moan in pleasure as he eases his hips back, before pushing into me again.
“This okay?”
“Yes!” I cry, overwhelmed with the sensation of him moving inside me.
He keeps moving as he leans down to kiss me, his pace slow and his thrusts shallow. As I start to relax, my body feels like it wants more… I want all of him.
“I want to feel all of you, I can take it,” I say.
“You’re sure?”
“Please!”
He kisses me again, before thrusting his hips slightly deeper. I grip the sheets, but he moves my hands to his head. “Here, grip my hair, baby.”
His hair feels amazing between my fingers, and as I gently make a fist around it, a delicious moan escapes his lips.
“You feel incredible, Donovan,” he murmurs. “Are you sure you want all of me?”
“Yes!”
He pulls out a bit, before gliding back in, slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated.
“Tell me how you feel, use your words, baby.”
“Full,” I moan.
“Full,” he chuckles, “that’s all I’m getting?”
“Shut up!” I laugh. “I feel full, but in the best way possible, like, I’m full of you. How does it feel for you?”
“Tight,” he smirks.
“Is that all I’m getting?” I make a fist in his hair when he thrusts again.
“Brat,” he chuckles, then he looks at me like he’s ready to devour me. “You wanna know how it feels? It feels like your tight little hole is strangling my cock, like if I move even an inch I’m gonna fill you with my cum. You feel fucking perfect, Donovan, like you were made for me.”
I whimper at his words, before he claims my mouth in a kiss, withdrawing his hips and thrusting into me again, all the way.
Our kiss swallows my cries, and I move one hand to his back where I’m pretty sure I leave nail marks in his skin.
He takes his time, not rushing, just letting me get used to him, the feeling of him being inside me.
“I’m going to pull out and make us both come, okay?” he says, just as it gets to the point where it all feels too much and too overwhelming.
I nod in response, gasping as he pulls out.
He lets my legs lower around him and grips both our dicks in his hand, pumping us to completion.
I’m covered in cum from both of us, and my head is spinning from my orgasm.
I’m so out of it, I barely notice him disappear, before he returns with a towel to clean us up.
He carries me across to my bed before settling in behind me and pulling me into his arms; whispering sweet words in my ear, telling me I felt perfect, like I was made for him, that he’s got me… and with those whispers, I let myself drift off in his arms.
“Hey you,” he murmurs against my neck as I blink my eyes open.
“Hey,” I say, trying to get my bearings. “Sorry, I think I passed out.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, baby. That was intense, besides, I like holding you while you fall asleep.”
“Intense is one word for it,” I chuckle, finally understanding what Beth meant when she described some of her sexual encounters as mind-blowing.
“How do you feel?” he asks, cupping my chin in his hand and tilting me to face him.
I scan my body and wince when I think about my ass. “A bit sore,” I chuckle, “but it’s okay.”
“Here, drink this,” he says, handing me a bottle of water. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Just hold me.”
“My pleasure,” he murmurs, taking the water from me when I’ve finished and pulling me on top of his body.
I lie with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, while he strokes my hair and my back.
“It was amazing,” I say, “better than I could have ever imagined.”
“For me too.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ve never felt like that before.”
“You haven’t?”
“No.”
I feel him shake his head slightly, and I smile, loving that I’ve made him feel good.
“I’m thinking of coming out to my mom and stepdad,” I blurt out, needing him to know.
“Yeah? That’s amazing. Can I do anything to help?”
“No, just be here for me if it doesn’t go well.”
“Of course,” he says, “I’m here for you, whatever you need.”
“I’m thinking of going to see them this weekend; I’ll stay for your game on Friday and head to Bayside on Saturday morning.”
“You’re gonna come and watch me play?” he asks.
“Yeah, if that’s okay? I want to see you in action.”
“I think you just did, baby.” He rolls me over and kisses me.
“Not that type of action,” I laugh, pushing him off me. “Although I won’t say no to seeing that again.”
“Mmm, you’ll definitely see it again, fuck, I can’t wait for the next time I can be inside you; but only when you’ve had time to recover.”