Chapter Twelve #7
He filled the condom in rapid throbs, the rest of him shivering hard enough that I felt it.
He slowly sank lower, lying on top of me and panting against my ear.
His face was wet, just like mine. My breaths were shallow.
My body slowly calmed down, although I was still so alert to all the sensations that when Caden began to pull his cock out, I felt the tingling in my ears and toes.
Caden remained on top of me for a while longer, my hole clenching and feeling his absence.
It was warm all over, probably bruised after its merciless treatment.
A notion floated through my mind, but I pushed it aside.
I didn’t know what this was. I didn’t know what it made me.
And I didn’t care. I’d let myself try something new and Caden had given me the craziest orgasm of my life.
I wasn’t going to ruin it by thinking about the details.
Instead, I turned slightly to where Caden’s mouth was open and air flowed in and out.
It was loud and annoying. I wanted to shut him up and have another taste of him.
His eyes opened when my lips pressed against his, and his eyebrows rose high, but he surrendered to it the next instant.
He slid off of me, not breaking the kiss, and let his tongue venture out to meet mine.
I tasted myself on his lips and tongue and my heart murmured.
Later, as we lay in silence, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?” I had been staring at the ceiling, deliberately avoiding thoughts. Too many were swelling somewhere below the surface of my consciousness.
“Uh, I’m big, that’s why,” he said. “You took it well.”
“Did I?” I turned my head to face him.
He watched me quietly for a few moments. “You sure did.”
“If you’re asking me if I had plenty of practice, I assure you that you’re my first,” I teased.
Caden chuckled softly. “Nah, I believe you. Not to get too personal, but I was like that, too.”
“Oh, hell, let’s not get personal after you fucked my brains out.” I laughed out loud.
Caden took the joke in good faith, laughing with me. He shrugged a little. “We’re big guys, I guess. Your ‘tight’ isn’t the same as some scrawny twink’s ‘tight.’ But still, I was kinda worried I’d hurt you.”
Even talking about it made me aware of the novel feeling in my butt. The only thing I could imagine would be a melting ice cube on a very heated body. It was constantly there, never truly passing. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Why are you frowning, then?” he asked.
It was odd how free I felt in this instant.
After all, for the past two years, Caden’s presence had always put me on edge.
But now, lying naked, ankles crossed with my dick out and soft, I didn’t care how he perceived me.
In some way, we were beyond that. “Er…you didn’t hurt me, exactly,” I explained, my hand moving between my legs.
I spread my legs a little and moved my fingers over my hole.
It was warm and still a little wet, but it didn’t throb painfully or sear me.
It was perfectly normal. And yet, it was a little weird.
“It’s just that we have a game tomorrow and you kinda destroyed my ass. ”
Caden laughed once in surprise, then again when I grinned. The feeling remained unchanged, but it wasn’t something I disliked. It was only that I’d never known it before and needed to learn how to act while it lasted.
“Laugh all you will,” I said like it was all the same to me. Then, I looked into his eyes like I was threatening him. “But I’m topping you next.”
Caden’s laughter stopped abruptly, but his lips were stuck in a smile. “Oh, hell no. If you want this, you’ll have to take it.” He gestured at his entire body and I understood his double meaning. But next time, I wouldn’t ‘take it’ quite the way he suggested.
I would claim it.
I winked and slipped out of the bed. “We’ll see about that, Jones.” And with that, I walked into the bathroom, screwed my lucky showerhead back onto the hose and took a long, hot shower that relaxed all my muscles.
Even then, flutters occasionally passed through my stomach.
Especially when I returned to the room and found Caden dozing off on the bed where I’d left him.
He was completely naked, one leg stretched out and the other bent, his foot tucked under his straight leg.
His balls were still heavy, hanging down his taint, but his cock was soft and perfectly normal size.
His abs were relaxed, but the shadows in their ridges were always present.
And his arms, one under his head and the other on my side of the bed were veiny and swollen with constant exercise.
If I were a completely reckless human being, caring only about my own needs as he’d always believed, I would have photographed him right here and now. The sight was too breathtaking to miss. But I wasn’t that person. So I took a mental photo of him.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it. I only knew I couldn’t let myself forget this moment of peace and beauty.