Prologue #2
We worked in sync like that for a few moments until his fingertip nailed my prostate. I jerked and whimpered and felt him smile against my skin. “There it is,” he breathed approvingly. “Ready for two?”
I nodded as best I could and cupped his balls, involuntarily tensing and then relaxing as I felt him draw his finger back and then advance forward again with two.
Ohhh yeah, that was the stuff. I redoubled my efforts at blowing him, rolling his balls and sucking hard.
His breath heaved against my skin, warm and wet; in return, I slurped enthusiastically at him.
I twitched involuntarily when more cold lube drizzled down my crack, but the sensation was quickly overwritten by the burning stretch of three fingers as they entered me. I couldn’t resist the urge to flex my hips, riding his hand as he eased deeper into me and moaning deep in my throat.
As if triggered by my moan, his pelvis jerked, burying his dick deeper into my mouth, and a fresh burst of precum coated my tongue.
I keened around him as he pegged my prostate again, and I would swear I felt his evil grin against my butt as he did it.
I pulled my mouth away from him with reluctance and twisted my neck so I could look at him. “Now,” I panted. “Give it.”
He grinned, his hair hanging around his shoulders in a frizzy halo, and slid his clean hand up my torso toward my nipples in order to tweak them. “Not yet, pretty boy.”
“Please?” I wasn’t above begging if it would get me what I wanted. Nor manipulation, come to think of it. I licked my palm and started jerking him slowly as I met his eyes, letting the lust I felt burn in mine.
In retaliation, he massaged my prostate again, not letting up for long seconds even as I moaned loudly. “Hey, I’m busy down here,” he teased. “Don’t interrupt.”
“You’re mean.” I circled the tip of my finger around the head of his cock, letting the edge of my fingernail just catch the edge of his foreskin. His cock jerked hard in my hand, and I smirked. “Sure you’re not ready?”
He let out a heaving breath, his eyes dilating to almost fully black. “Fuck, come up here.” He gently drew his fingers out of me, and I let out a mournful noise at the sudden sensation of emptiness he left behind. “Soon, pretty boy.”
I managed to flip myself around until I was straddling him right-way up, our faces within inches of each other.
We stared at each other for a long moment, then, as if synced, both lunged forward until our lips crashed together.
His tongue speared into my mouth without hesitation and I moaned around it as it thrust lewdly, giving me a preview of what - I hoped - would be coming shortly with the rest of his body.
I humped my hips against his, sliding our cocks together, his slick with my spit and mine with the drips of lube that had trickled down from my hole.
“Fuuuuck,” I managed into his mouth before pulling back just long enough to meet his eyes and say firmly, “Now.”
“Yeah.” He nodded absently, scrabbling around for the lube bottle he’d dropped. “Yeah, now.” I heard the squish of more lube coming out of the bottle, and then his body tensed as he stroked it over his cock. “Ride me, baby.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice. I reached back and took hold of his cock, propping it upright and rubbing it against my stretched hole twice before sinking back onto it.
The burn was still there, even after his careful stretching, but it was gentle.
Almost nice; a sort of hello, something important is happening here.
It took mere seconds before my hips were flush against his and I couldn’t help the jerk mine gave as our bodies met. “Yessss,” I hissed.
His hands came up to my hips, clutching at them tightly, and I could feel his body quiver under me.
He slowly arched his hips, pressing deeper into my body and pulling me down into him at the same time.
“Fast,” he commanded breathlessly, and then we were moving in sync, him yanking me down as I rose and fell on my knees.
His cock massaged my prostate with every withdrawal and re-entry, the fat head rubbing me just right.
Within seconds, I was gasping for breath, half from the exertion - what, I don’t get a lot of exercise! - and half from the sensation. I clenched around him and was pleased to hear his answering gasp. I might be bottoming, but I was a full participant in this shindig.
A whimpering moan rose from his throat, and his fingers tightened on my hips. I hoped I’d have bruises tomorrow, something to remember him by. I loved nothing more than looking down at my body and seeing a secret memory of the night before. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, clutching at me.
That was more than fine with me. I lifted one hand from the bed to my cock and began stroking in time with our combined thrusts, letting the tops of my fingers rub just under my head on the upstroke the way I loved.
I couldn’t hold in the gasps and whimpers caused by the combination of my touch and his fucking, and I didn’t even try.
Let him hear how much I was enjoying myself!
I felt his thighs begin to shake under me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I redoubled my jerk-off efforts, wanting to match him as closely as possible, and soon I, too, was shaking. “Fuck,” I managed, “gonna…”
“Yeah.” He nodded and lifted one hand from my hip to yank my head down to his to give me a deep, messy kiss. I felt him nod against my lips and mumble something that might have been another “Yeah.”
When his tongue licked across the roof of my mouth, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I tightened my hand just the tiniest bit around my cock and that was all it took. I tensed and froze, body arching as I released onto his stomach in long spurts.
He wrenched his mouth away from mine. “Fuuuuck.” And then his mouth was back, biting my bottom lip this time as he, too, came. His fingers on my hip clenched and relaxed rhythmically and he surged into me in short, rough thrusts until his body went limp under me and he sighed. “Goddamn.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply through my nose, leaning forward to snuggle my face into his neck.
He smelled good, like rosemary and a fire on a cold night, and suddenly all I wanted was to breathe him in while I drifted off to sleep.
Nothing like a good fucking to make me pass out, especially when I’d been drinking.
As I leaned forward, his still half-hard cock slipped out of my body and I winced at the sensation.
That was never fun, no matter how much what came before it was.
The unpleasant sensation of emptiness was quickly followed by a warm trickle, and in the back of my mind I realized there was something unusual about that, but he smelled so good and I was so sleepy, and I -
“Oh, shit.”
My eyes popped open. That was never good to hear right after you’d had your brains fucked out. “What?” I demanded, drowsiness momentarily gone.
A finger trailed through the wetness in my crack. “Condom.”
Oh, was that all? “Huh? There’s a wastebasket next to the bed.” I gestured vaguely off to the side and closed my eyes again.
“No, I mean…” His hips jerked back, dislodging me from my comfortable position on top of him. “No condom. I forgot.”
Somehow, that, combined with nearly tumbling off him, struck my still-pickled brain as funny. Forgot? I tried to stifle my giggle, but was mostly unsuccessful, though I did manage to turn it into an unattractive snort. “You what?”
My laughter must have been contagious, because he began to shake under me with barely-restrained laughter. “We forgot the condom, dude.”
I cackled. “Shiiiit.”
“Fuck,” he agreed, sliding an arm around my shoulders and easing me off him and to the side. “That’s never happened to me before, I swear.”
“I -” I continued to laugh, knowing even as I did it that there was nothing funny about this and I was being completely illogical. “Me neither,” I forced out through giggles, and flopped my head back against the pillow. “Why the fuck am I laughing?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know, my friend,” he said, but I heard the chuckle that followed the words. “Pretty sure we’re still wasted.”
“Shit,” I could only say again, turning onto my side and cuddling against him.
His arm came around my shoulder and he guided my face into the hollow of his throat.
I forced back the laughter for a moment, trying to be as serious as the moment called for.
“So drunk we forgot the condom. Could we be any more cliche?”
He shrugged, jostling me, and ran his fingers through my hair gently. “I was negative at my last test, I swear.”
“Me too.” I sighed, the laughter finally tapering off into a yawn as the soothing sensation of his hand in my hair took over my nervous system. “Fuck, I’m too drunk and tired for this.”
My yawn seemed to trigger his and he didn’t even try to cover his gaping mouth.
Wasn’t like my tongue hadn’t just been exploring it, I supposed.
“You and me both.” He sifted his fingers through my hair again.
“Talk about this in the morning?” A pause.
“I mean…can I stay? Or I could just give you my number?”
I shook my head against his neck. I wasn’t going to kick the guy out, and not only because now we had to trade information. “Stay.”
“‘Kay.” His hand stilled, cupping the back of my head, and I felt him press a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll talk in the morning.”
I yawned again. “Yup. Morning.” And then I was asleep.