Chapter Eleven #3
“That’s your prostate, baby. I’m going to pound that until you see stars and come all over yourself.” Owen repeated the motion, and Tyler’s balls drew up tight in warning.
“Won’t take much,” Tyler said. “God, that feels good.” He sounded drunk. Could someone get intoxicated on sex?
Owen trailed kisses up the back of Tyler’s neck and massaged his prostate in wicked, slow circles. “Want me to make you come like this? I could rub one out on your ass, then we can nap and do this all over again.”
Tyler keened and moaned. “So close.” Just a few more seconds and heaven would be his. But Tyler wanted to experience this euphoria with Owen’s cock. “Fuck me now, or I’ll go find that dildo.”
Owen chuckled as he eased his finger free of Tyler’s ass. “I’m gonna throw that damn thing out.” He rose to his feet and helped Tyler onto the bed. “On your back so I can see everything. And I need one more promise.”
Tyler lay back on the bed and said, “What?”
Owen caressed his face with his dry hand. “Don’t close your eyes.”
“I wouldn’t dream of missing a single second.” Then, he spread his thighs to spur Owen on.
“Message received.” Owen reached for the lube, and Tyler watched in fascination as he slicked himself up and down before climbing onto the bed.
He gripped the back of Tyler’s knees and pushed his legs toward his chest. “There we go, baby.” Owen grabbed a pillow and tucked it under Tyler’s ass. “So fucking sexy.”
“Yeah, you are.”
Owen leaned between Tyler’s thighs and paused a moment to kiss his mouth. “Remember your promise. We’re going to take this slow.”
Tyler nodded vigorously, though he thought Owen was being overly cautious. He changed his mind when the fat cockhead pushed through the first ring of muscles. “Oh. Ohhhh. My god. You’re huge.” He raised his hands and squeezed Owen’s biceps.
“I’m no bigger than I was yesterday when you sucked my cock down to the root.
The burn and stretch makes me feel much bigger and tensing up only amplifies it.
You’ll adjust, and I’m going to make you feel amazing.
Try to relax and breathe through the discomfort.
Remember how good it felt when I fingered your prostate? ”
Tyler moaned and relaxed, allowing Owen to ease forward another few inches. “Yes.”
“It’s so much better with a fat dick slamming into it.”
“Kiss me. Please,” Tyler begged.
Owen obliged him, and he relaxed enough to take more cock. Tyler whimpered in Owen’s mouth as their tongues twisted and rubbed. The tension eased from his body, and Owen pushed the rest of the way inside him.
Owen snarled as his body went rigid. “You’re so fucking tight. Christ, I’m about to blow like a geyser.”
Tyler wiggled under him and dug his fingernails into Owen’s arms.
“You okay, baby?”
Tyler nodded. “Just a little pressure.”
Owen’s lips hooked into a sexy sneer. “Because I’ve stuffed you full.” He gave a tentative little snap forward to see how Tyler reacted.
“More.”
Owen obliged but kept his thrusts shallow until Tyler was frantic for more.
Then, he pulled back and hammered home, changing the angle of his hips to peg Tyler’s prostate.
He lit up like the Fourth of July. The mutterings that escaped his mouth were pure gibberish as Owen pounded his prostate as promised.
The pressure built inside Tyler until he thought something might rupture.
“Please,” he begged. “Make me come.” Owen dug his knees deeper into the mattress and snapped his hips forward again and again until Tyler’s climax detonated.
He stared in shock as ribbons of white cum splattered his stomach.
He didn’t know he could come without touching his dick.
Owen growled and fucked him through his orgasm. “In you or on you, baby?”
“In,” Tyler said breathlessly.
Owen snapped his hips forward one last time and bathed his channel with his release. He rocked his hips in shallow bursts to ride it out, then collapsed into Tyler’s open arms. Tyler wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or laugh from the pleasure. Both?
Owen lifted his head up and stared into his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
Tyler shook his head because the magic of the moment temporarily rendered him mute. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
Owen dropped a kiss on his lips, then carefully eased free from his ass to collapse on the bed beside him. “You might not be saying that tomorrow,” he teased. “At least it’s light chores and no riding in the saddle.”
Tyler trailed a finger over Owen’s sweaty chest. “I’m going to ride your saddle.”
Owen captured his hand and tugged him so they lay facing each other. “Or you could fuck me.”
Tyler pushed up so he could see the clock. “It’s tomorrow in an hour.”
Owen pulled him back down and tucked Tyler’s head under his chin. “Going to need a little more recovery time than that. And we should probably clean up.” Owen released a contented sigh and held Tyler closer. “But this feels so nice.”
Tyler wiggled free and headed into the bathroom. He wet the washcloth with hot water and returned to the bed. Owen was already fast asleep, so Tyler gently cleaned him up before taking care of his own needs. He turned everything off and climbed into bed, wincing a few times from his tender ass.
“So worth it,” he whispered into the dark. He didn’t just mean sex either. No price would be too steep for the future he wanted with Owen.