Chapter 6 #4
Hot need, the brushing of lips, the caress of a tongue, and I glided my hands down his body. Mapping his curves and ridges, I drank in his shuddery gasps. By the time I reached his cock, the both of us panted.
Unsure of who groaned first when I gripped his warm skin wrapped around steel, I focused instead on the weight in my hand. And still our lips pressed against each other’s, the movements sloppy and urgent and oh so bone melting.
I jolted abruptly when he palmed my cock. The touch was unexpected, which was ridiculous considering my hand worked him over. Peering down at him, I captured his gaze, getting lost for a moment in the hunger staring up at me.
“I need you inside me.”
The words, quiet and desperate, tore through the last threads of my control.
I wanted that too. More than I thought would ever be possible.
In barely a blink, I slipped on the condom, slathered lube on my cock and my fingers, and knelt before him. I risked a glance down, swallowing hard when he parted his thighs even wider. As he grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath his ass, I couldn’t do anything but stare and exhale shaky breaths.
“You okay?”
At his question, my head snapped up. Concerned eyes looked back at me.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just….” My words struggled to form. This was a lot.
“Too much?”
And just like that, I smiled, losing some of the growing tension swirling in my gut.
Dylan knew me. Could read me. Hell, the man understood me at a level that sometimes blew my mind.
“I want to do this.” Proud as fuck that my voice sounded strong, I reached out my slippery fingers and first swept them over his balls.
His shuddery breath was everything.
Trailing my fingers lower, across his taint, I didn’t stop my descent, needing to do this. Wanting it so bad.
As I edged closer, he lifted his hips. I snapped my attention to his face.
Dylan bit his bottom lip. His pale skin was dusted with a sweet pink, and while I could see his nerves, I knew he wanted this.
Knew this wasn’t simply about helping me out, allowing me to get past my fucked-up overthinking and fears.
At the expression on his face, I stopped just shy of his pucker. When I did, his breath hitched, and fuck if his whimper didn’t twist something up deep inside me.
Voice tight, I asked, “I know you said six months, but when was the last time someone was in here?” Color me curious, but I wanted to know. It didn’t matter the answer, not really, but still, I was interested.
All flushed skin and heavy breaths, Dylan stared at me. For a moment I didn’t think he would answer. Maybe he wouldn’t, but when I finally, slowly traced my finger over the delicate skin of his opening, he answered, “Never. I’ve always topped.”
Surprise widened my eyes. Eagerness had me gently easing a finger inside.
The whole time, I kept my gaze locked to his, not yet ready to look down.
With my pulse loud in my ears, the pounding almost erratic in its intensity, all I could do was focus on his expression. Focus on breathing. Focus on the sensation rather than the bubble of uncertainty threatening to rise and—
“That feels so good.”
I latched on to his words of praise, shoving down the voices in my head tempting me to listen.
“So fucking amazing.”
From his blissed-out expression, I believed it. It gave me the courage I needed to pull out and insert a second finger.
This time I focused on the feeling, the tightness.
Lust bolted through me just thinking about how he’d feel around my cock.
“Oh, fucking hell.” A deep groan chased his gurgled words, and he bore down against me.
A beat of panic thudded against my rib cage, only to stop when Dylan opened his eyes, ordering, “Give me your mouth.”
I went willingly, refusing to stop working my fingers in and out of him as I angled down and pressed my lips to his.
A new tenderness slowed this kiss down. Different from what we’d shared so far. With each gentle brush of his lips and careful stroke of his tongue, my thumping heart quietened.
I leaned into the sensation, taking advantage of the moment of calm to push three fingers carefully inside him.
Lips parting in a gasp, Dylan tilted his head back. A loud moan followed.
“You okay?”
“Don’t stop,” he answered quickly, responding to my still fingers. “So fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
“Feel like I’m going to blow.”
A rush of relief pulsed through my veins, clearing my mind of everything but Dylan. His pleasure. Him being okay and not hurting.
This was a first for both of us.
“So fucking hard.”
Unable to resist, I finally glanced down, taking in his weeping cock. Red and angry, he seriously did look ready to explode. Emboldened, I took a shaky breath and focused on my fingers.
“Holy fuck.” He gripped them, the sight so erotic, so fucking everything, that my dick wept.
Nothing but lube coated my fingers, and what a visual as they pushed in and out with increasing ease as he loosened around me.
“Okay?”
Despite the strain in that one word, Dylan’s concern was obvious.
I didn’t want to look away, but he deserved to see the truth for himself.
Making eye contact, I nodded, swallowing thickly. “Fucking amazing.”
He beamed at me, an honest-to-god beam of relief and pleasure, and I was sure pride stared back at me too.
Feeling nothing short of joyous, I grinned back. “Are you ready? Can I…?” Words were difficult, barely comprehending what we were doing. What we were about to do.
“Please, yeah… inside….” His gaze still intense, he whispered, “Just go slow, yeah?”
It was a reminder of the gift he was giving me.
Releasing my fingers, I leaned close to him, feeling heady as I offered what he’d previously given me. “I promise. Either of us wants to stop, we stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
Pecking a kiss to his mouth, I gathered some more lube and placed it on my covered cock. I repositioned myself, my attention drifting between his ass and his expression.
While I trusted that he’d tell me what he needed, I had to see for myself.
“Do it.”
My lips tipped high, despite barely being able to think of anything but being inside him. “Still bossy. I think there’s a name for that.”
His narrowed gaze shifted immediately as I pressed against his opening and eased inside an inch. Eyelids slamming closed, Dylan’s breath hitched.
I waited, my muscles vibrating with restraint. Just the inch of heat and the iron grip around me threatened to unravel me.
Like fuck I’d come. Not with just an inch in. Not after all this time of waiting and wishing and worrying this would never happen.
“More.”
“Thank fuck.”
A huff of a laugh jolted out of him. It quickly turned into a deep groan as I pushed in deeper, farther. Inch by inch, I pressed inside until I bottomed out, fully seated and wrapped up in mind-blowing heat.
There was no time to think about my fears. No time to even consider the what-ifs.
All that mattered was Dylan and me and our pleasure.
His order to “Move” had me driving into him.
Each glide, every sensation, all of it sent a flurry of heat to the space deep in my gut. It zipped around my body, catching my breath, threatening to unravel me, but still I moved.
Short gasps spilled from Dylan’s parted lips. His eyes were half lidded, his gaze fixed on me.
Like this, all lust and passion, I’d never imagined, couldn’t even fathom I’d ever see Dylan this way. Nor him me.
A deep groan echoed around the room as I shifted my hips, chasing my desire, speeding toward the moment I would spill and become lost. But fuck if it wasn’t Dylan’s gruff moans that spurred me on.
I wanted his gasping breaths, wanted to peg his prostate and make him come his brains out.
Moving as fluidly as possible, which was pretty damn difficult when I felt like I was unraveling, I kept the same angle.
“Holy. Fuck.” His eyes widened. His stuttered breaths were better than any sound I’d heard before.
“There?” I punctuated my question with another deep thrust.
He grabbed onto me in response, his grip tight, blunt fingers pressing into my skin. “Yes. Right there.”
A man on a mission, I focused on his soft pleas tangled with his eager groans.
Every sound had my toes curling, my balls tightening.
“Fuck. Touch yourself. Get yourself off,” I demanded through gritted teeth, my tone desperate.
He did so immediately, a sultry smile spreading across his lips. Another thrust and I lost his smirk, and fuck if it wasn’t a heady win, earning each breathless request for more.
Lifting fully, arms straight, weight on my palms at either side of his head, I glanced at his fast-moving hand.
The grip on his cock tightened, movement going out of sync a little.
“Jesus, yeah, like that. Just like that,” he breathed.
He went fast, and try as I might, I pushed harder, went deeper, needing the rush of release, desperate to see him spilling onto his hand, squirting onto his stomach.
“Fucking give it to me.”
My demand called forth the first shot of cum. Thick and white, and holy shit, I wanted to taste it. Taste Dylan. Savor this moment.
With jerking hips, I pounded into him, watching him spill the last drops of his release, and then I was gone. Flying. Charging through the stratosphere as my orgasm tore through me.
Shuddering jerks followed as I collapsed, feeling his heat and the sticky cum spreading on my stomach.
I wanted to groan, thinking once more about tasting it, but I held back, instead focusing on drawing in ragged breaths.
“You okay?” I finally whispered, not yet moving to look at him. My limbs were jelly, boneless as my adrenaline crashed.
“Yeah.”
Hearing the tightness in his voice, I pushed myself up. Immediately, he dragged in a fresh breath.
“When the fuck did you get so heavy?”
I chuckled, relief capturing the sound and passing between us.
That I still had my cock buried in his ass wouldn’t make this weird. Change things. I had to believe that. And from his amused smile, I hoped to hell I was right.
He shifted a little and winced. My gut clenched, knowing I needed to move. Needed to pull out.