42. Will
WILL
“We’ll go as slow as you need, just breathe with me,” Porter instructs.
I look into his eyes, reassured by the concern I see shining in them.
I want this, I remind myself as I let out a big exhale.
I want Porter to fuck me, to share this moment with him, and it’s okay if I don’t end up loving it.
I want to at least try. I nod, encouraging him to continue, and the steady pressure against my hole increases.
I try to relax, but I tense up slightly despite my best efforts.
“Breathe out again,” Porter coaches, maintaining the pressure and this time the intense stretching fullness shifts as my body allows him in.
“Oh god,” I hiss, gripping the sheets in my fists as the new sensation overwhelms me.
“Too much?” Porter asks, obviously concerned.
“No, no, just weird,” I assure him through a shaky voice. “Keep going, P.”
He nods, holding onto my legs as he continues to push in slowly. “That’s it, you’re doing so well.”
“It feels like you shoved a lacrosse stick up my ass,” I joke, trying to distract myself from the burning pressure that I’m hoping improves soon. I loved when he used his fingers, so I’m sure I just need a minute to adjust.
“Well, this feels absolutely incredible for me. You’re perfect.
I’m almost all the way in,” he says on a sigh as he continues to slowly slide deeper inside of me.
He adjusts his hold on my legs to stroke my dick, and the positive distraction is very welcome.
My entire body seems to relax as he works his hand up and down my cock.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I mutter, focusing on that and not the fact that it feels like he’s splitting me in half right now.
“If you think me touching your dick is good, you wouldn’t believe how it feels to be inside of you right now.”
I love knowing that he’s enjoying this so much—that alone makes this worth it, although each stroke of his hand seems to elevate my experience as well. The mild burn associated with the fullness is shifting to positive pressure that’s making his movements on my dick even more pleasurable.
I let go of the sheets and move one hand to his back and the other to his cheek, stroking it with my thumb before sticking it into his mouth where he automatically sucks it in. I groan, how is everything he does so fucking hot. My dick is leaking now. I think I’m ready for more.
“You like it?” I prompt, and when he nods with my finger still in his mouth, I smirk up at him. “Then be a good little kitten and show Daddy how much.”
He whimpers and begins to slowly pull out, the motion lighting up nerves I’ve never been aware of but that I’m absolutely enjoying. I move my hand from his face to his pec, playing with his nipple as he pushes back in just as carefully, allowing me to get used to everything.
“Is this okay? Do you like it?” he asks right as I let out a moan that was definitely positive. He keeps up his slow pace that’s driving me wild.
“Yeah,” I manage to answer, my voice so much breathier than I’ve ever heard it. “It’s different, but damn, P. It’s really good. Don’t go easy on me. Fuck me like you mean it, I can take it now.”
He groans at my encouragement, and his control finally begins to slip as he increases the pace just slightly, finding the rhythm that makes me gasp and arch into him.
He snaps his hips forward, fast and hard, shifting positions slightly, and hitting that perfect spot inside of me.
I’m barely aware that I’m crying out, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, right there!” as the pleasure builds inside of me with each thrust.
“You feel so good,” he repeats as he continues to pump into me. “And with this plug, I’m not going to last long.”
Oh fuck, I forgot about that.
“As much as I am really enjoying this, I still need inside your tight ass,” I remind him as I run a hand down his chest, tweaking his nipple. “Is it my turn yet?”
“Oh, did you still want one?” he teases.
“Pull out and let me fuck you, P. I want in that ass.” I’m glad I tried bottoming, but I think I definitely prefer to top. As long as that’s what Porter wants too.
He smiles down at me, and for a moment I wonder if he won’t, but then he’s slowly pulling out and rolling off the condom.
He has it tossed in the trash in record time, then he’s repositioning himself on his hands and knees with his ass in the air for me as I reach for another condom.
I rip the foil with my teeth and put it on, wasting no time before lathering myself up with lube.
“You ready for me to replace this toy with my cock?” I ask as I grip the base.
“Yes,” he whines.
“Yes, what?” I taunt.
“Yes, Daddy. Fill me with your cock, I need it,” he whines, wiggling my hips.
I smack his ass, and he hisses in pleasure.
I slowly pull the plug out, then line my cock up, nudging his lubed-up hole.
I push in a little faster than he did with me, but it feels so good as his ass squeezes me, and I don’t have it in me to wait.
I don’t think he minds as he pushes back to meet each movement of my hips.
I let out a soft laugh. “Jesus, you’re eager for me tonight, huh?”
“You made bottoming look so good. Needed you inside of me.”
“I’m yours. You can have me whenever you want. I’ll never get enough of this,” I assure him, pulling out and pushing back quickly. “The only thing that would’ve made this better is your slutty little thong.”
“Next time, I promise,” he huffs, and I snap my hips even harder. Now it’s his turn to grip the sheets. “Uuuh. Feels so good.”
“I wish I could fuck you all night, but I’m way too gone for that. I’m almost there,” I grit out as I continue to snap my hips, filling Porter while he moans beneath me.
“Me too,” he agrees quickly, and I wrap my arm around him to stroke his leaking dick as he arches his back further for me. The angle is so fucking deep.
“Do it, come for Daddy.” A few more thrusts is all it takes before he’s coming in my hand with a loud cry, painting the sheets below us in his cum.
His whole body shudders as he rides out his orgasm, squeezing my dick, and it’s enough to have me following him over the edge as my release slams into me.
I fill the condom inside of him, knowing we definitely need to talk about going bare.
“That was the best sex of my life,” I announce, still inside of him. I carefully pull him down next to me so we’re spooning while still connected. I kiss the back of his neck and whisper sweet words into his ear. “You were perfect, that was perfect, you’re amazing, P.”
Eventually, I slip from his ass and go to get a washcloth to clean us up. Then I climb back into bed behind Porter, wrapping myself around him once again. We’re quiet for a bit, and I wonder if maybe he fell asleep so I softly kiss the back of his head.
He pulls back to face me suddenly. “Will, I love you. I was too shocked yesterday to say it back, but not because I don’t feel it. I had just been trying so hard to deny my feelings, even to myself, that finally allowing myself to love you felt like a dream.”
I suck in a breath. I hoped he might feel the same way, but I honestly wasn’t expecting him to say it so soon. We’re both still naked, tangled up with each other, and as much as I know he appreciated my public declaration, I feel like saving it for now, for just us, is just as special.
“You’ve been my favorite person for longer than I even realized, and trying to pull away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” he continues.
“I don’t want to ever do it again. You said that I make you a better version of yourself, well, I feel the same way about you.
You’ve helped me realize that I’m so much more than my circumstances, that I can do more than react to my life, and I can shape it however I want.
And I want that life to be with you too.
Thank you for loving me out loud, for showing me that attention and affection don’t need to be something I fear.
I love you, Will Carter. I am in love with you, and I’ve never been happier. ”
I beam at him before grabbing his face with both hands to pull his mouth to mine for a passionate kiss. When we finally pull away, I lean my forehead into his. “I love you so much. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”