AVERY #6
I fucked him without mercy. He begged for it and I gave it to him. The initial tightness of his entrance faded away, letting me enter him however I liked. He adjusted to me, his hole loose and slick and welcoming. And his eyes, so full of pleas and care, never left mine.
I looked down at his stiff cock and a sliver of precum that trickled across his torso.
With one hand, I swept it off his skin and fed it to him.
He ate it like the finest dessert, licking my fingers clear of every trace.
I swept for more, giving it to myself while he watched, and felt him tighten again around the base of my cock.
For a time, I grabbed his shoulders to hold him in place and fucked him so intensely that sweat dripped off my brow and onto his chest. His willingness made some protective part of me roar to life and I brought down my pace to its lowest, sliding in and out, grinding, massaging his prostate until he was choking on air and shuddering.
“…making me…ah…fuck, Avery…” His last whimper broke his voice and he tensed so hard it spiked worry in me.
His head pushed hard into the mattress and his torso arched up as he moved his butt against me.
He rubbed himself on me, impaling his body on my dick and matching my rhythm flawlessly.
In a heartbeat or two, the tightness around my cock became immense.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I grunted and snapped my mouth shut.
“Come,” he pleaded. “Inside, please…feel you…” The increasing tension in his voice and the rapid pulsing of his hole around my dick were too sexy and erotic to fight. His dick jumped, white ribbons of cum flying over his chest before he’d even touched it.
I reached for him, taking him in my hand as he throbbed and squirted cum all over his torso, drops landing on his chin and pretty, red lips. I rubbed him, provoking another shudder through his body and more cum dripping from his cock.
I couldn’t hold it back anymore. A demand from him and the sensation of his orgasm rocking his body while I was inside tipped me over.
I rammed into him once, twice, thrice. My resolve crumbled.
My control didn’t exist. I choked and bit my lip hard as I spent myself inside of him.
I filled him with my cum until the last drop.
My body weary and my heart full, I swayed, slowing down, while stars glimmered in front of my eyes.
His dazzling smile and his tired eyes were focused on me.
He took my hips and pulled me in, making me stay inside of him until the last tremor of my orgasm passed.
Tingles ran through me, curling my toes, and I hated that I had to separate from him.
I wanted to stay like this forever. I wanted us to remain as one.
The heat of my cum inside of him reached my balls and I carefully pulled myself out, watching the results of my work as I did it.
He was smeared with cum and sweat. When I pulled out, his hole was a darker shade of pink, throbbing, closing, and opening.
I reached with two fingers to soothe it gently.
It was slick with lube and my cum. It was so warm and wet and inviting.
Even though I’d finished, I still welled with desire for him.
I massaged him slowly while he still held his feet on my shoulders and I kissed the length of his calf where I could reach it.
And when he lowered his legs to the mattress, I moved to lie on top of him. It didn’t bother me to smear his cum over my skin. In fact, it excited me somewhere deep in my heart. It brought me closer to him. Not a single glimmer of shame existed between us.
“Avery, this was…wow,” he said softly as I burrowed my head in the crook of his neck.
“It was,” I said, wrapping my arms around him and holding us together.
He exhaled with satisfaction. “I’m glad we waited. It made it special.”
I was glad, too. I felt like I knew him. I felt like he was my person. My person in this world.
“And the best part?” he chuckled and rolled me to my back, then threw his leg over my crotch. “We take a five and we can do it all over again.”
I laughed with him, laziness slowly taking hold of me. But even if he was joking, the prospect was too good to resist. “I want you a hundred more times.”
“A thousand,” he haggled.
“Ten thousand,” I countered.
He thought about it, eyes narrow and lips pursed. Then, as if he were a merchant weighing his losses and gains, he nodded. “For a start.”
We laughed and then he kissed me. He kissed me so much that my face hurt afterward, but I still wanted more.
This whole trip, the dates, the attention.
I didn’t know why I deserved it. I bit the soft part of his ear until he wiggled free of me and whispered, “Whatever devil made you chase me all these weeks, I’m glad it did. ”
He choked a little, then laughed louder. “Come. I want to shower with you. The night is young.”
And so it was.
At that moment, I would have followed him off a cliff, let alone to a hot shower and a night of passion.