Chapter 14
MICHAEL
—Dizzy by Olly Alexander
“I have to prep you, or I’ll end up just taking you right here,” Taj whispers against my mouth.
“I brought lube and condom,” I tell him, catching his lower lip between my teeth in a light bite.
A shiver runs through him that does something unexplainable to my stomach. “You’re on a roll today,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth to the corner of mine before sucking gently there. “But we need toys.”
I’m so on edge and already too far gone to think properly, my body wound tight with anticipation, every nerve feeling exposed.
I need him to start prepping me already.
“Later,” I say, my hands grabbing his waist a little harder than I intend.
“Fingers should do for now. I need you to fuck me already. Unless you can’t get it up so soon?
” I add with a soft chuckle that comes out breathless.
“My refractory period is short,” he says, taking my hand and guiding it to his semi-hard cock, pressing my palm around it. “I’m still young and can always get it up.”
Before I can come back with anything, his mouth is on mine again, his tongue pushing in and stealing whatever thought I had left.
The kiss is slower this time . . . but no less consuming.
My head spins at the contrast of the softness of his lips and the way he takes charge of the kiss, making me melt against him.
His hand slips into my pocket, pulling out the foil packet and the tube of lube before he pushes my trousers and briefs down.
I hastily step out of them, my body thrumming madly with need.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to reposition me, steering me back until my arse hits the top edge of the couch’s backrest. Then he turns me, pressing my chest down against the cushion so I end up facing the couch.
I feel him move behind me, lowering himself to his knees, and then his hands are on my arse, spreading my cheeks.
I have an idea of what he’s about to do, but it still doesn’t prepare me for the feeling of his tongue dragging across my taint. I’m caught unaware by the full-body shiver that runs down my spine.
“Damn, do that again,” I blurt out, my voice desperate.
He lets out a pleased chuckle behind me. “I’ll do more than that.” His tone is full of promise. Then I feel his hand tapping my thigh. “Suck.”
I turn and see him holding up his index finger, so I bend and take it into my mouth, closing my lips around it and coating it with my saliva, my tongue moving over it until he motions for me to stop.
I don’t turn away this time because I want to see him.
I want to watch him work me open for his cock.
His face returns to my arse. He presses a soft kiss to each cheek before moving further down, his mouth warm against me as his tongue drags across my arse before settling at my entrance.
He licks at my hole, teasing and circling, twirling his tongue and sending me out of my mind.
As if that isn’t enough, he adds his finger.
When he slides it in, my legs turn to jelly.
“Holy shit!” I gasp, my hand flying to his head, needing something to steady myself, even if I can’t properly grab his low-cut hair.
He chuckles against me, and the vibration runs through my entire being, sending a chill all the way down to my toes, but he doesn’t stop.
His fingers start to move, pumping into me as his tongue continues with its ministrations.
The double sensation is staggering in the best way.
I feel it building inside me, layer upon layer, until it becomes almost too much to contain.
He keeps at it, eating me out and fingering me at the same time, making me lose track of everything else.
I don’t notice him reaching for the lube, I only feel the difference when he presses two slippery fingers inside me.
He pushes past the tight ring of muscle with far less resistance than before, and keeps going until he makes it past the second knuckle.
My body hasn’t stopped trembling, small shivers dancing through me as the pleasure spreads, detonating across me in waves.
My vision goes blurry, my eyes struggle to stay open.
He adds a third finger, and a garbled noise tears out of my throat, every nerve in my body lighting up, my back arching, my head tipping forward as my eyes roll back.
I should be freaking out right now, I know that much, but I’m not. I think it’s because I’ve already made my peace with it. I’ve accepted that I’m attracted to him, that I want him to fuck me till there’s no rational thought left in my brain.
Taj keeps fingering me, stretching me, and making my hole wet for his cock.
I need him to fuck me already, so I wiggle my butt to get the message across.
The movement is jerky and uncoordinated, and it makes his fingers push deeper, brushing against something inside me that makes my entire body jolt.
The sensation that comes with it is so intense and tingling, pulling a strained sound from somewhere deep in my throat.
I have to tighten my hold on his head, so I don’t topple over.
“Fuck! Fuck! Holy fuck! Please don’t stop,” I half yell, desperate for him to keep hitting that exact spot.
I can’t see his face, not with his mouth still buried in my arse, his tongue licking around my hole while his fingers wreck my insides.
His shoulders are tense, like he’s concentrating—and he’s concentrating alright, on pulling the filthiest sounds from me.
I’m still blissed out from him hitting my prostate when he stops abruptly and withdraws both his fingers and mouth.
I can’t stop the needy whine that escapes me. “Why?” I ask, my voice hoarse, already missing the feeling of fullness.
He stands up and then the faint sound of foil being torn fills the room as he rips open a condom with his teeth. “I need to fuck you now,” he rasps.
He sheaths himself and grabs the lube, coating his cock generously, his hand moving along his length.
Seeing how obscenely big he is, my heart kicks harder against my ribs.
My nerves and desire tangle together in a way that makes no sense .
. . none of it enough to make me tell him to stop.
If anything, it makes me want him more. I’ve been daydreaming about this, and I’ve watched numerous gay porn for research purposes—which suddenly reminds me of something.
“So, full disclosure,” I say, trying not to cringe at how awkward I sound, “apart from the hotdog I had this evening, the last proper meal I had was breakfast.”
He pauses, a crease forming between his brow. “What are you talking about?”
The sight of him like this is distracting, standing there with his cock in hand, lube dripping on the floor.
“Uhm, it’s something I found online.” I explain, a little less confidently now.
“Ah,” he replies after a second, and then cracks up laughing. “Don’t worry about that.”
He moves closer to me and drips some lube on my crack while he places his other hand on my lower back to bend me over again.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice dropping low.
“Very,” I answer immediately.
“I love how enthusiastic you are,” he says dragging his cock over my crack. “I could just stand here and stare at your gaping hole forever, but I’m eager to get inside you.”
I’m just as eager for him to get inside me, but the moment I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole, I tense involuntarily.
“Let me in, Muffin,” he rasps, leaning forward to press light, lingering kisses along my neck.
I don’t know if it’s the pet name or the way his lips feel against my skin, but the tension in my body starts to ease, gradually unwinding until I can actually breathe properly again.
He takes that moment to push forward, inching into me slowly.
It turns out I had tensed up for nothing, because once he breaches me, the discomfort I was bracing for never really comes, and before I know it, he’s fully inside me and buried to the hilt.
He goes still, and I hear the change in his breathing, even with the loud roar of my pulse in my ears.
My hands are now also on the backrest of the couch, clutching it as I try to adjust to him inside me.
A year ago, if someone had told me that I would end up bent over a couch and let a man fuck me, I would have laughed so hard I might have burst a blood vessel.
And yet here I am, loving it and wanting it more than I’ve ever wanted something in my life.
“Move, please,” I manage to say, more of a plea.
“You’re really begging for it, huh?” he asks, and there is a smug edge in his voice.
The little shit even laughs, but it cuts off the moment I clench around him.
He groans, so I do it again without any shame.
My neediness pays off because his hands come down hard on my hips.
He starts thrusting, pulling back till only the crown of his cock is inside me before pushing back into me again.
He starts slow, probably to see how much I can take, but I want more.
I need more. So, I push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, fucking myself on his cock.
The rhythm builds between us, and soon our moans start mingling in the air with the sounds of our uneven breaths, and I can feel sweat starting to gather at my temples.
He removes one hand from my hip and grabs my dreadlocks while his other hand stays firm on my hip.
Whatever restraint he had before disappears.
He fucks into me with reckless abandon, and I have no choice but to take it as he pounds into me.
My breathing turns unsteady, pleasure mounting higher than I know how to handle.
I try to take deeper breaths, my chest expanding as it presses closer against the backrest of the couch, but it barely helps with how much I’m feeling.
I feel rather than know when he moves us to the sofa, pulling out of me just enough so he can sit down. He pats his thighs. “I want to see your face,” he says, the words coming more like a grunt.
I kneel on either side of his legs so I’m facing him, and I use my hand to guide his cock back to my hole.
I steady myself with my other hand as I lower myself down, slowly at first, but there is no resistance this time.
So, I don’t hold back. I go down on him in one smooth motion, taking him fully and seating myself on his cock.
We both groan, low and drawn out, but I don’t stop.
I start riding him in earnest, taking charge, and setting my own rhythm as I move over him, taking what I want and chasing my imminent orgasm.
This position lets me control everything, how deep I take him, how fast I move, and how I angle myself.
I don’t even know how I manage it, but the way I’m riding him makes it easy for his cock to brush my prostate again and again, each pass sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me.
My entire body feels alive, buzzing with it, heat spreading under my skin.
Fucking hell, I’ve enjoyed sex with women, I know what that feels like, and what to expect, but this is something else entirely. This is an eye opener.
Taj is swearing up a storm beneath me, his body slippery with sweat, his breath turning ragged as I keep riding him.
The sight of him like this, undone and completely taken over by me, only pushes me to ride him harder.
He lifts a shaky hand and drags me down to him, sealing our lips together in another searing kiss.
When he brushes against my prostate, the groan that builds in my chest has nowhere to go but in his mouth, swallowed between us as our teeth clash.
The sound of skin meeting skin fills the space around us, mixing with our moans and grunts, and everything becomes hazy and blurry as pleasure overtakes me.
When Taj hits my prostate again, a tremor moves through me and my balls draw tight, my toes curling as spurt and spurt of cum erupts out of me.
“Fuck!” Taj howls into my mouth and his body jerks beneath me before going still as he fills the condom.
He keeps kissing me, only dialling the heat level down several notches, the kiss turning into something more languid as we come back down from our high.
I want to say something, something clever, maybe even to jokingly rate his skill—but my mouth feels heavy, and I can’t form the words.
So, I just keep kissing him with his softening dick still inside me.