Chapter 14
Wade
I felt silly and exposed and yet so, so turned on, lying there for Dustin.
Made worse, but also better, when he grabbed a pillow, told me to get my ass off the mattress, and tucked the support under my tailbone.
With my feet planted and spread, my knees up, and my hips tilted by the pillow, all my privates were on display.
The only thing that made it okay was the look in Dustin’s eyes, like someone standing in the window of the best candy shop in town.
He loves me. I felt awful about laughing in reaction to his words, even though Dustin had accepted my explanation. I’d seen the moment before that, the hurt he’d swiftly shuttered as he leaned away. I never wanted to hurt Dustin.
I’d never wanted to in my life, until the moment of betrayal and lies.
I’d watched him and dreamed about him as a teen.
I’d hung out with him, trying not to be obvious, trying to let his casual affection be enough, as a young man.
Then the dark years had fallen between us.
Now, I was finally free to say what I felt.
All the hate was wiped clean and I didn’t have to worry about reading him wrong, or about the dangers for him or me.
“I love you,” I told Dustin again, for the pleasure of being allowed to say it.
“I haven’t even fucked you yet,” Dustin quipped. “By the time I’m done, you’re going to worship me.”
“You jerk— Aaaah.” He’d bent and licked the inside of my knee.
I’d never have thought my knees turned me on, but Dustin knew my body better than I did, because my dick jerked.
“Are you going to undress?” Having him at my feet, fully clothed, had been hot, but I wasn’t sure I liked having him fuck me that way.
“Sure.” He stepped back enough from the bed to strip, baring his incredible, big, muscled body with casual speed. “Another tip for you, Grasshopper. Zippers and pubes do not mix.”
“Thank you for the wisdom, Ancient, Wrinkly, and Decrepit Master,” I retorted.
Dustin tossed his briefs aside and gave my knee a sharp nip. “Okay, I get it. No more apprentice jokes.”
“I may not know as much as you do about gay sex—”
“No. Sweetheart.” Dustin climbed on the bed between my legs and bent over me, peering into my eyes. “It was a joke. That’s how I hide what I feel sometimes. I have zero objections to being the one to teach you about your pleasure. And mine.”
“You seemed to enjoy being fucked.”
“I love both. I bet you will too.” Dustin glanced around the room. “Is my toiletries bag in here?”
“In the bathroom.”
“Hold this thought while I get the good lube.”
“Do you have to?” I wasn’t sure my nerve would stand lying here, presenting my asshole to the world while the bedroom door stood open.
“You’ll thank me. But first…” He sat back on his heels, bent his head, and licked my cock in a leisurely wet stripe, swirling around the head and on down to the root.
Then he moved lower, mouthing my balls. Pleasure shivered through me, and Dustin grabbed my legs to hold me still.
“Yeah, you like that. And more.” He pressed my thighs up and out, doubled me over farther, and licked below my sac, lower, lower, the pressure of his tongue on my taint sending shivers across my skin.
A warm, deep, wonderful ache built as he pressed hard.
“And still more.” Dustin pressed the tip of his tongue against my asshole.
“Jesus!” I almost came off the bed. That feeling had been wonderful in the shower under the rush of warm water. Somehow, it was more powerful here, laid out for him on my new bed. He scooted lower to make the angle easier and licked me again.
I shook and moaned and made foolish, gasping sounds, as Dustin pressed his face to my ass.
The rasp of his stubble abraded my ass cheeks as he speared me with his tongue and went to town, groaning and grumbling like a wolf keeping the finest feast all for himself.
I flailed with my hands, searching for an anchor in the whirl of sensations.
My fingers connected with the pillow under me, and I grabbed the sides in my fists.
A gentle nip of his teeth made me groan.
Dustin met my gaze, his cheeks flushed, framed by my spread knees. “Right. Stay put. Lube.” He slid off the end of the bed.
The skin of my ass cooled in the open air, wet from Dustin’s tongue. I was even more exposed than I’d worried about, but I didn’t care when every part of me sang like a high-tension wire. Dustin stepped out, but before I could become selfconscious, he was back, shouldering my thighs apart.
“Grab your knees.” He unhooked my hands from the pillow and directed me to pull myself open for him. “There you are. Still okay?”
“Fucking do something.” I blew out short breaths, rolling my head side to side on the remaining pillow.
“Shh. I will. Relax, okay. This is just me.” A firm pressure coaxed the rim of my asshole, then sank deep. My ass clenched around something hard and large.
I realized I’d closed my eyes and opened them to look down. Not his dick, just a finger.
Dustin told me, “Gonna go to two fingers. Gonna stroke your prostate. Remember in the shower?”
“Jesus. Yes.” He’d lit me up like a sky full of firecrackers. “Do it.”
The added stretch was fine, grounding even, the faint flashes of discomfort too low-key to call them pain. The fullness was the weird part, the urge to push, the invasion deeper when my body hadn’t asked for it. I tugged my legs higher, breathed, reminded myself Dustin would never hurt me.
Then he rubbed over my prostate and I convulsed with the intensity. “Holy shit.”
Dustin repeated his firm touch in a slow rhythm. “Good?”
“I think…” A shudder racked me and the oddness melted away in a rolling sea of heat. My balls ached, my needy cock dripped on my stomach, my entire groin sparked with heat. “Yes, wow, more.” A sudden flash made me bark, “Wait!”
Dustin froze.
I grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing my fingers tight, my eyes shut. “Too much. Too close. I don’t want to come till you’re in me.” The words echoed in my head— things I never thought I’d say— but this was Dustin so all the rules were gone.
Dustin eased his fingers out of me, giving me space to breathe and blink my eyes open. I didn’t want to miss this show. He opened the lube and slicked a bunch down his straining cock. The fat, rounded head and veiny shaft glistened in the low light.
Despite my fierce need, I faced a moment of doubt as he guided his cockhead against me. Will it really fit? I reminded myself I’d fucked him, and my dick wasn’t much smaller. “Okay. I’m ready.”
“Breathe and look at me.” Dustin rubbed my hole with a lubed finger, then replaced the probing fingertip with his dick and pressed forward.
My body resisted at first. The pressure and heat, Dustin’s big body and heavy breaths, overwhelmed me. I kept my eyes on his. This is Dustin. This is all I ever wanted. Slowly, my ass unclenched. Dustin’s cock sank into me an inch at a time, triggering little sparks of pleasure.
The pain I’d expected never came, just a tight stretch and an ache that was almost satisfying. His cock pushed home over my prostate and the sparks became a fire. I grunted in time with each push and retreat, animal noises of pleasure I couldn’t hold back.
“That’s the way.” Dustin leaned on my thighs, his weight doubling me up tighter as he bent and pressed a kiss to my slack, open mouth. “Good?”
My sound wasn’t a word, but all I could manage.
Dustin groaned, “Fuck yeah,” and moved faster, his hips punching forward, taking up an age-old rhythm my body recognized, accepted, craved.
He reached between us and pumped my cock through his lubed fist. A few tight strokes, and my climax crashed over me— pleasure and oblivion, beyond joy, beyond breath, my body heaving to turn itself inside out, every nerve overloaded.
My vision went black. My knees slipped from my nerveless fingers, and my legs fell to the bed. Dustin grabbed my hips and thrust into me again and again until a victorious growl came from his lips and he shuddered, the scent of his cum joining mine.
In the aftermath, we slumped together, his sticky body pressed to mine. He mumbled soft sounds and kisses against my neck, and I slid my fingers through his hair.
Vision, sound, thought gradually returned, my breaths steadying. Eventually, I opened my eyes to see Dustin peering at me, his chin digging into my shoulder.
“All right?” he asked.
I raised one hand enough to flutter some fingers, all I could manage right now.
He chuckled, the bastard. “Did I actually fuck you speechless?”
I changed the finger gesture to a single middle one, which made him laugh harder.
The shake of his body slipped his softening cock out of my ass.
That stung a little, but not enough to notice.
I expected him to get up, but instead he slid over enough to take some of his weight off me and cuddled against me.
As I lay there, still processing, he kissed my neck and the angle of my jaw. “See why I like that?”
“Um. Yeah.”
“I don’t feel lesser when I’m underneath. I don’t feel more when I top. Did you?”
I huffed. “You want deep answers after you fucked me speechless?”
Dustin settled down, his head on my shoulder. I couldn’t see his face, but I had the feeling he was smiling.
Eventually, I said, “No. That wasn’t… that had nothing to do with who was boss, or Alpha and subordinate. You were giving me pleasure and taking your own.”
“Exactly.” He nuzzled at the angle of my jaw, and I heard him sniffing, drawing in the scent of my skin. “Heterosexual wolves don’t know what they’re missing.”
That made me laugh. I wrapped my arm around him. “We’re really going to do this, aren’t we? Me and you together.”
“Absolutely. If you want to.”
“I think I’ve wanted to since I first set eyes on you years ago and knew, deep inside, you were my safe place and my adventure.”