SULLIVAN #2
Like he’s reading my mind, Knight doesn’t change a thing.
An extreme amount of pleasure tightens my balls, spills down my thighs, and shoots up my spine.
I come in heavy convulsions, my hand squeezing my dick for every possible drop.
I’m louder than I think I’ve ever been until it’s all so intense I nearly choke on my own sounds.
Letting go of my totally overstimulated dick, I collapse forward, separating my ass from Knight’s mouth.
His hands move down the sides of my legs in a soothing, possessive way that has me whining as the aftershocks wrack a few more shudders out of me.
Once I’m still and only breathing heavily, his hand moves up and down my back, with the other settled on my hip. It feels so safe. Protective. Like he’s taking care of me. Like he’s telling me I’m good and also that he recognizes at least part of what that was like for me.
After a few gorgeous minutes of that, he shifts around, getting out from between my legs, and appearing beside me, facing me with two wet wipes in his hand. “Do you want me to?” he asks.
I squeeze my eyes shut and nod. I roll onto my side and let him wipe me up.
Cum, ass crack, and everything. When he’s done, we look at each other.
He’s got a slight smile on his face, and I’m close enough to appreciate the new freckles spattering his nose and cheekbones.
They’re amazing on his olive skin beneath his dark, heavily lashed eyes. He’s even better close up.
I know I can’t fall for him, but I also don’t know how I’m supposed to help it. I’d honestly rather never see him again, though, than feel like I was holding him back from anything, or even giving him a single moment of anxiety.
I don’t want to say any of that now, not when he’s looking at me like this. I will enjoy this moment, because right now, it feels like it could go on forever. The sun is barely starting to set. “Do you have someplace you need to be?” I ask.
“No.”
“You brought wipes.”
“In my defense those could have come in handy with a BJ too.”
My lips twitch. “Did you like that?”
“Mmhm,” he rumbles.
“Are you hard?”
He takes one of my hands and pulls it down to feel his rigid length. I want to wrap my fist around it, but he keeps control and doesn’t let me touch him long enough. “I’m saving it,” he tells me.
“I wanna suck it,” I say.
“Change your mind?”
“No.”
“Can I try to get you hard again, then?”
“It won’t be difficult.” I felt my dick stir the second my hand touched his erection.
His smile grows. “I like that.”
With me on my back, Knight goes down on me again, this time feeding my half-limp cock into his mouth.
I watch every second of it, and he holds my gaze, too.
I’m so lucky his first time doing this was with me.
I was almost too damaged to take all his firsts last summer.
Now I’m too damaged to refuse him a single thing.
I don’t know if he would look at me differently if he knew. Would he pity me? Would he be disgusted? Angry? Hurt?
I run my fingers through his hair as he licks and sucks at me.
Bolts of sensation from his eager mouth on my cock have me moving with him, half thrusting, half grinding into him.
He works me over, deeper and deeper until I’m groaning helplessly and can’t hold my head up anymore.
“Fuck me,” I tell him. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Like this?” he asks. And I think he means facing me.
“However you want to.”
“I want to see you.”
“Okay.”
“I won’t hurt you?”
“No.” Because he could never.
The pop of the lube cap is followed almost immediately by cool fingers against my hole. Two fingers gently coat my sensitive rim with the occasional firmer pressure for me to let him in.
It’s easier to relax this time, as turned on as I am again, and because he’s doing exactly what I asked him to do from the beginning. Go slow and not stop. Like he loves me.
One finger slides inside, and his lips part on a gasp. “Fuck,” he whispers.
I clench around him and immediately ask for another. “More.”
His second finger slides in without issue, and he pumps them both gently back and forth. My hips come off the blanket as I try to meet him thrust for thrust. I’m ready. I am so fucking ready. “More,” I say again, but then feel the need to clarify. “You. I want you. Do you have a condom?”
He hesitates. “Yeah.”
The pause is a reminder that both of us have lived lives since the last time we were together like this. We’ve let other people touch us, love us, hurt us. But, still, we did find our way back, and I hope that counts for something in the end.
Where the condom comes from, I don’t pay attention, but I watch as he rolls it onto his long, hard cock and gives himself a ridiculous amount of lube to slick himself up. I would laugh, but I want him inside me too much to slow this down any more than it’s already lasting forever.
I start to lift my legs, but he grabs both my calves and holds them up, revealing my hole.
The lube from his fingers makes it wet and cold, but that sensation passes quickly when I feel his blunt cockhead rest against it.
Fuck, I hope I don’t cry again, but I seriously might.
I’ve never ever wanted someone like this, and it’s shocking how much I want it now.
Maybe it’s stupid, but I feel like it might change everything. My whole life.
“I’m good,” I say in case he needs to hear it.
He nods.
“Are you?”
“Yeah.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“Try not to make me come in two seconds, okay?”
“No promises.”
Slowly his hips ease forward. The stretch as his thick head pops past the first ring of muscle makes me moan and reach for both my own dick and him.
I lock a hand on his shoulder as I grip myself tightly, tugging upward.
He licks his lips, and his brow furrows in concentration as he continues to advance.
I feel myself giving way, my ass relaxing, and my legs going limp.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers. “So hot.”
“Mm…” Is all I can manage.
“Fuck, it’s tight. Shit, you feel so good, Sullivan.”
“Breathe,” I remind him.
He goes still and looks up from where he’s penetrating me to my face. We breathe together once before he sinks in another inch. It’s the magic inch though, and I jerk like he just electrocuted my prostate. “Oh, fuck me—yes.”
He knows. Of course he knows because he’s been fucked before, what he’s just done to me. I need him to move. Sliding my hand off his shoulder, I crunch up and get a hold of his ass, pulling my body the rest of the way onto his dick. “Now fuck me.”
“You feel so fucking amazing.”
“So do you. So do you. Please.” I’m panting and needy and my fingernails are digging into his flesh. He’s trembling like he’s scared to move. “You’re an athlete,” I remind him. “You can do this.”
He snorts and gives me a wry grin. “I’m literally picturing landfills right now. Give me a second.”
I can’t. Or I want to, but my body can’t.
I’m swiveling on him. My ass is moving on its own.
His face goes through a series of contortions as he tries to regulate himself, and I wish I could help, but it’s beyond me.
He gives his balls a rough tug and throws his head back, growling up at the dimming sky. “Fuck!” he shouts.
“You got this,” I tell him. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Knight.”
“Fuck.”
With my legs draped over his arms and his hands on my ass to hold me still, he gives me one firm thrust. He lets out a big breath, swallows so hard, I can hear it, and then he’s finally on my level. He lets my ass go in favor of gripping me around the waist, and he starts moving.
It’s epic. It’s glorious. Better than the first time. There are no words.
He’s gorgeous, and he’s in this with me and in me, and we are using each other like bodies are meant to be used.
There’s no holding back from me. By some fucking miracle, my past has completely fallen away, and all there is in the world is me and Knight.
Yeah, it still feels like a dream or a fantasy, but I don’t mind that because reality is awful.
I can’t help what my body’s doing. As much as I loved fucking him, I actually love this more.
Or—I don’t know—maybe I like all of it because I like him, and whatever he needs is fine by me.
My ass clenches in time with his slow thrusts, each one making us groan.
Eventually, using the grip I have on his waist, I haul myself up.
He gets an arm around my back and drops my legs so I can straddle his thighs.
I kiss him as I move up and down on his cock.
He puts a hand on my face before it drifts into my hair, holding my mouth close, occasionally breathing into it, occasionally pushing his tongue in deep.
With my hand on my dick again, I jerk it. Almost immediately I go from turned on to the goddamn brink of coming. “I’m close,” I tell him.
He kisses me, hard and passionately. That’s the last straw apparently, because my second orgasm completely takes me over. I can’t breathe as cum erupts from my tip, and my dick pulses thickly in my hand. “Oh…God…Fuck, don’t fucking stop. Come with me.”
He needs no more encouragement. Like he’s been barely hanging on for those words exactly, Knight’s head falls to my neck, and he holds me firmly on his cock as it thuds powerfully in my ass. “Unnh…ahh…fuck…Sullivan. Jesus.”
I turn to kiss his hair, both of us breathing hard to come down from the high.
I’ve covered us both well with my release, and all that warm lube is leaking from me.
We’re both drenched in sweat, and I like to think it’ll keep us stuck together indefinitely, but really it’s just slippery, and I’m clinging to him like my life depends on it.
“I still think I could do better,” he says when our breathing returns to normal.
“I’m not sure I could handle better.”
“Well, you have to let me at least try. For old time’s sake.”
“Did you bring any snacks?”
He chuckles against my damp skin. “Of course I did.”