Chapter Twelve
Will
I hadn’t expected tonight to be the night I’d stay over and make love to my sweet boy, but I had been hopeful enough to be prepared.
When I took my pants off, I reached in the pocket and pulled out the short strip of condoms and small tube of lube I’d tucked in and temporarily forgotten about during all our adventures.
Sammy, who had just stepped out of his boxer briefs, stared. “Did you have that the whole night?”
“Um, yes, but not with any real expectations…”
“It’s not that.” His laughter muffled behind a hand clapped over his mouth.
“Then?” Please don’t let me mess this up. Not from lust but from the desire for a deeper connection with this man.
“We went on all those rides. They were so…”
“Bumpy. Oh my god.” An image flooded my brain. “It could have burst.”
“What a mess.” He stopped trying to hide his laugher. “Trying to imagine explaining that to anyone.”
I joined his mirth, and soon we were both laughing so hard, we had to cling together to remain upright, tears rolling down our cheeks.
Cocks hardening and brushing together. Every cell of my body wanting just what he’d asked me for when he invited me to stay over.
To be inside him. Our hilarity ebbed away, replaced by something else.
Sammy lifted his face to me, and I kissed him, his arms coming around my neck, my nipples stiffening against his chest. Licking the seam of his lips, I sought entry, and when he opened to me, I slipped my tongue inside to dance with his.
Our embrace grew more frantic, his hands dropping to glide over the skin of my back, mine gripping his hips and closing over his firm cheeks.
His skin was like silk, only the scattering of hairs on his arms and chest, legs, and the trimmed nest around his cock providing another, palm-tantalizing texture.
Somehow we were on the bed then, kissing growing more intense and hands continuing to explore.
I wanted to know every bit of his body. What it felt like and smelled like and tasted like.
My lips trailed down his throat, where I sucked on his collarbone before finding his nipples to nibble on.
He whimpered, and I bit down gently. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I sucked harder, nibbled and went back and forth from one to the other, feeling his chest heave under me.
Reaching between us, I closed my fist around his cock and gave a tug.
He shuddered. “I need you. In me. Now.”
“First, I need to get you ready.” I peppered his face with kisses. “But maybe I can figure out a way to keep you happy while I do that.”
“How… Ohhh.”
I opened the lube and covered my fingers with the slippery stuff then went to work, easing them into his hole.
So tight, I was very glad I had not rushed to be inside him.
Then I closed my lips around his cock and gave him the promised distraction while I worked one finger then the next inside.
One knuckle then two. His muscle ring squeezed me, and even with all the stretching, it was going to be a tight fit.
He tasted salty and musky, and I sucked hard, opening and putting a condom on my cock in a feat of dexterity I had no idea I was capable of. Then I applied a coat of lube and withdrew my fingers just in time for Sammy to spurt cum down my throat.
Swallowing the last of it, I pressed a kiss to his softening head and rose up on my knees and fitted the head of my cock to his slippery hole.
Still tight, but between the stretching and the lube, I was able to pop past the muscles and into the dark heat of his body.
He massaged me, rippling around my cock and bringing me way too close way too soon.
Pausing, I rested on forearms over him and dipped in for another kiss, steadying my breathing, slowing my frantic pace. Our first time was precious, sacred even, and I was not going to let it come and go in a minute flat.
When I felt more in control, and when Sammy’s restless movements beneath me made it impossible to stay still any longer, I began to move, driving a little deeper with each thrust until I was fully buried in his body.
He encouraged me with sighs and moans, sweet words, and some so naughty, I found it hard to believe they came from my sweet boy’s lips, but they fanned the flames and drove me onward.
And then, my balls tightened and I pushed in one last time before coming in shuddering spurts deep inside him. Inside the condom…but still. I fell forward, catching myself on my hands before pulling him tight against me and rolling to the side, whispering his name and kissing him over and over.
I stayed all night, as he’d invited me to, holding him close until morning.