The Here and Now #3
His fingers hooked on my briefs, the good ones that enhanced my package.
With a slight tug, he hooked my erection, forcing it straight down.
Instead of pulling the rest of the way off, he ran his palms along my belly.
Like I had done to him—he admired. The slow tenderness of his touch was enough to make me shiver.
Plenty of bears liked big guys, but none of them had touched me like him.
His fingers trailed along the line where my stomach touched my hips, moving until he gripped the meat of my thighs.
I stepped forward, forcing him onto his back. I kicked off my underwear, and I straddled him. His cock slid along the crack of my ass. Even wet, there was no way I’d be able to take Sammy without a little help. It had been a while since I found myself in this position.
I reached for the picnic basket. Digging around, I reached past the whoopie pies and found the small bottle of lube. Dear Lord, I hoped Rose never found out I used her baking to hide contraband. Heaven help me if she did.
“Somebody came prepared.”
“What can I say?” I squeezed some lube into my hand. “I had a craving.”
Reaching back, I gripped his cock. He moaned loud enough that people in Firefly would think the cows got loose. I continued coating his cock. With a slight shift of my hips, he pushed against my hole.
“Slow,” I hissed.
Sammy reached for my thighs, gripping them tight. I held his wrists as I closed my eyes. Rocking back, the head slid inside, just enough to remind me it had been close to a year. With every inch, I counted the months since I last had a cock inside me. There wasn’t one like this, not like him.
I growled as I reached the thickest part of his cock. It hovered between pleasure and pain, though by the growing puddle of precum on his stomach, my cock voted pleasure. But I wasn’t going to stop until—
“Holy shit,” I growled as I rested on his hips. Sammy’s fingers dug into my hips as his head tilted back, a moan piercing the silent downtown.
I could have spent the rest of the evening here, feeling him stretch me open. It was almost more than I could handle, and I wanted to stay until my body accommodated him with ease. When he throbbed, I groaned. Okay, maybe I was too impatient for a lengthy ride.
Leaning forward, I held my breath as he slid from my ass.
I paused, leaving just the head inside. Pushing back, I growled as his cock shoved inside.
I continued, picking up my pace. His hands tightened as he guided me up and down.
I’d greedily let him set the pace if it meant him slamming into my ass.
He pulled me forward just far enough for him to thrust. Sammy’s rapid thrusts were enough to take my breath away. Each time he raised his hips, I pushed forward, my cock sliding between us. I didn’t know what felt more amazing, him using my ass, or me fucking our bellies.
The minutes dragged on, and I never wanted him to stop.
“I’m close,” I grunted.
He paused for a moment, and I took over. I wanted his load inside me. My toes curled as my orgasm flowed down my spine. I froze as cum spread between our bellies. Sammy thrust as I clamped down on his shaft.
“I’m coming,” he moaned.
With a final thrust, he pulsed, his cock thickening.
I fell forward, hands on his chest, while he continued twitching.
His breathing came in rapid heaves. I lost count of the seconds as he came, every drop deep inside me.
It was even more amazing than I’d anticipated, and I already wondered what it’d be like if I let him climb on top next time.
I slid forward, his cock falling from my ass. “Damn,” I growled. I trembled as my sticky foreskin slid back. When I packed, I hadn’t thought about cleanup. I made a mental note for next time as I rolled off Sammy and lay back on the blanket.
I reached over and picked up the plastic flute filled with champagne.
Naked and under the stars felt like a reason to celebrate.
The countdown wouldn’t take away this moment.
There was heartache on the horizon, but even that made me smile.
It meant that I had let somebody in, and that hadn’t happened in a long time. That would be a problem for future me.
“Is it poor form to say that was amazing?”
“Oh, no,” I said. It dripped with sarcasm. “Don’t go slinging compliments.”
“Fine. I’ll leave them on your comment card.”
“Five-star,” I said. “Highly recommend.”
He rolled over, his leg draping across my body. “Highly,” he echoed. “Will frequent again.” He teased, but it didn’t make my face burn any less. “So, what other locations are you going to show me?”
I was about to suggest the quarry or the mountains when I spotted the devilish grin stapled across his face. I chuckled as he looked like a horny teenager. He didn’t care where we went, as long as it resulted in time naked.
My insecurities emerged, determined to convince me that this was nothing more than him exploring his sexuality.
I had become a distraction on vacation. He wiggled until he could rest his head on my shoulder.
His fingers traced a line up and down my chest, following the direction of the hair.
He watched his hand, lost in thought. The intimacy behind that act, whatever the motivations, hushed my insecurities.
“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
“I guess I will.”