jesse #4
Finn turned his head and kissed me, his tongue filling my mouth, occasional moans following. His flesh grew hotter, skin shiny and wet with perspiration, and he moved his hips in a way that made it easier to move deeper into his body.
His fears were ultimately without cause.
I was big, but he was brave, and we fit each other perfectly.
Though I hadn’t yet allowed myself to give him all of me, we worked for it carefully.
I stopped short of ramming the whole nine inches into him, while Finn wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me closer every so often.
When he spread his legs again, I rose, lifting my torso high above him and taking his ankles in my hands. I rested his feet against my shoulders, then wrapped my arms around his upper legs and lifted his ass off the bed.
“Ah, fuck!” he grunted. “Don’t stop. Please…just like that.”
As I lifted him a little higher, physics took over.
My hips swung back and forth, filling him all the way, holding his legs tightly trapped against my body, letting his ass grind into my abdomen and crotch.
The angle made Finn moan louder, his breathing faster and more desperate, and his words dirty and perfect and pleading for more.
When I slowed to let him breathe, I glanced at his beautiful body, muscles tense under taut skin, and precum streaked his abs and pooled in his belly button, catching the light from the nightstand lamp.
My body grew so tense with the effort to hold back, but the sight before me was too much to resist. I knew I couldn’t put it off for much longer, though we were already shaking with exertion and sweaty with effort. Finn’s voice was raspy from use, and his curls were matted with sweat.
My hand moved over his abs, fingers dragging through the slickness of his precum, and I brought them to his lips.
He took them without a thought spared for the act.
He sucked my fingers into his mouth as I swung my hips harder and fucked him deeper.
His moans and grunts rolled through my fingers, and his tongue licked off every trace of his precum.
Then, seeing how satisfied he was, a hunger opened inside me, and I moved my fingers over his abs yet again, bringing my fingers to my lips instead.
The sweet, salty flavor spread through my mouth, occupying me completely, and I cried out, pulling my hand away. “I’m coming,” I said.
Finn slapped his hands on my hips as I tried to move back. “Come inside me,” he said on a heated breath.
My right arm tightened around his legs, holding him close against my body, and my left hand moved down to hold his hard dick, giving it a few strokes and feeling its violent throbbing. He was ready, barely holding it together.
I was in no better shape. My seams were splitting left and right, walls shattering, all sense of control just a distant memory.
As I rammed my body against his, filling him with my nine hard inches, I let go of any pretense that I could keep going.
My muscles were failing after all that we’d done.
Time had gotten away from us, and the only things I knew now were his body and mine.
I knew it in the pain of exhaustion that I’d pushed myself to my limits.
I knew it in the way his hole was relaxed and loose that time had passed.
I knew by the way my dick was sensitive to movement and friction that I couldn’t hold it off, so I didn’t try to.
I let our bodies follow what they needed the most. I let our souls collide and merge into one.
I let myself exhale as my balls grew tight and my cum filled Finn’s body in massive waves of pleasure that would drown me.
And even when it settled, when I was spent, my hips demanded more. My body craved more. So I slowed, but fucked him still, letting us both revel in the strangely unique, wet sounds of sex and scents of sweat and cum that wrapped around us.
Finn’s dick pulsed in my hand, and I stroked it gently, working it slowly toward his climax until he started grabbing the bedsheet with his fists, writhing against the mattress, and finally, letting a moan rupture from his closed throat at the very moment when white ribbons of cum shot all over his chest and stomach.
I stroked him just the same, holding him there in that ephemeral place for a few heartbeats longer, then began to slow and let him return to earth, to my room, to the mess in the bed we’d made and to this glorious moment when a lifetime of wanting came true.
Then I collapsed over him, my body pressing against his, cum smeared between us and sweat mingling on his skin and mine. My dick pulled out of his body, throbbed, then rested. It wouldn’t rest for long, now that I had been given the taste of the one thing I’d wanted since I knew how to want it.
“That was…” Finn whispered, then trailed off.
“Alright, I hope,” I said into the crook of his neck, still holding on to him like I might float away if I let go.
Finn turned his head to look into my eyes, his gaze amused and playful. “Yeah, it was alright.”
We laughed, still trying to catch our breaths.
After several minutes of lazing in bed, cooling off a bit, holding each other close, Finn said, “Your roommate. Is he…?”
“Out all night,” I assured him. “The room’s ours. Why?”
Finn chuckled. “Not sure I’d be able to walk home.”
“It was that alright?” I teased.
“Mm, it was that alright.” He placed his hand on his stomach, then dragged it down slowly until he reached his groin. “It’s like I can still feel you inside me.”
“Give me five minutes and you will,” I said.
Finn laughed. “No way you can do that again.”
“That? Probably not,” I admitted. “But slow and romantic? Yeah. I can do that.”
Finn turned onto his side to face me fully, his head sinking into the pillow and curls spilling around him. “Good,” he said simply.
I wish I could say I wasn’t so horny that even a hint that we could repeat this tonight would excite me, but it just wouldn’t be true. My dick stirred at that single word and the flirtatious look he gave me. “A shower first?” I suggested.
“Together?”
“It’s more environmentally friendly,” I said.
“Sure, sure,” he replied, moving his hand down to my dick and closing his fist around it. Yeah, it wasn’t so soft anymore. “For the environment.”
“For the environment,” I said solemnly.
But it took us a nice while to get out of bed.
At first, Finn teased me with his hand. He could see the conflict in me so easily.
My dick was hard and desperate to play, but it was also incredibly sensitive after all we’d done, and even a simple touch made my toes tingle and curl.
A stroke was enough to take my breath away.
But then, after he made me beg for mercy, he let go. “But I’ll have my way with you again,” he said, kissing my lips.
I wondered if he realized how meaningful those words were to me.
We stumbled out of bed and made our way to my bathroom, then let the water run in the shower and helped each other wash the sweat and cum off our bodies.
But it didn’t take much, between massaging his head with shampoo and rubbing his body with shower gel, to find myself pinning him against the tiles and kissing him as deeply as I knew how.
Just now, I didn’t need more. I didn’t need anything at all.
The constant fire that burned within me was quiet now, cooling down. The drive that kept me moving, that kept me miserable and unhappy even in the best circumstances, the endless litany of complaints about the state of the world and the unfulfilled lives we were all living was quiet.
My mind was quiet.
I was at peace with the world because the world outside this room didn’t matter to us.
Just this once, we had each other to lean on, to wash each other’s backs, to trust with wild and passionate sex, and the rest wasn’t important.
So we washed and dried, and I spanked him on the way out hard enough to leave a red mark, and he bit my nipple later hard enough to make me squeal, and he lay in my arms until we were making out, daring one another to get hornier.
We both won.
Finn climbed me, pinned me against the mattress, and rode me so roughly the bed was banging against the wall, and the sun was coming up, making his face and hair shine as he came the second time tonight.
Only after did I realize that we had spent the entire night awake and together.
We hadn’t talked about anything in particular, yet we’d talked about everything and more.
We hadn’t gone into the past, though. Not even once.
We’d stuck with the present, with the dates he’d gone on and the reasons I went on no dates.
He’d told me about life at the frat house, and I’d told him about Malcolm.
He’d told me about his gym routine, and I’d argued why he was doing everything wrong, and he’d challenged me to go with him so I’d see for myself.
We’d spent the night in idle conversation, and it felt like the most important, most wonderful night of my life.
Then, at dawn, we fucked until the birds began to sing and the sun rose high enough to make every drop of sweat on our bodies glimmer.
And even then, it wasn’t enough.