Calix squeezed out some lube. Would this be clinical? Feel weird? Calix kissed a warm, wet trail down Rhett's body, circling his belly button with his tongue before moving farther down. What was he doing? Oh, god. Calix lapped a drop of precum off Rhett's crown. He moaned in the back of his throat.
"I'll introduce you to the wonders of a blow job later, I promise, but for now, I want to taste you, okay? And distract you a little…"
Rhett had barely processed his words when Calix sucked him in, and he squealed. Oh god. That was… He moaned, his hips bucking all by themselves. A nudge from Calix and he spread his legs, canted his ass, laid himself out like a buffet.
Calix placed a finger against his hole, but Rhett was so focused on the amazing sensation of his cock in Calix's mouth he only registered it as a slight pressure. Until Calix's finger slipped inside, and Rhett froze. Ouch. That hurt.
"Sshh, keep breathing, sweetheart. Relax," Calix whispered against his cock. He was multitasking, sucking Rhett's cock and pushing his finger deeper inside him. It stung, but not unbearably so. More like discomfort, not pain.
Calix pumped his finger while he lavished Rhett’s cock with attention, and Rhett's balls tingled. Because that mouth… Why didn't people have blow jobs all day, every day? He'd never felt anything like this, his body alive and throbbing and singing and pulsing.
Hot. Hard. Horny.
One finger became two, and Calix twisted his hand the other way around. The sting returned, and Rhett drew in a shaky breath. He could do this. This wasn't pain. What was Calix doing? He wasn't pumping but seemed to be prob—"Ungh..."
His body lit up, every cell in agreement that hell yes, this was good. More of this. Was that…? His prostate. Had to be his prostate. Once Calix had found that spot, things went fast. Rhett floated half outside his body as something built inside him. Something overwhelming and explosive, threatening to swallow him whole.
He was all but ready to beg for the next step when Calix let go of his cock with a wet plop. He scanned his face, checking without words, and Rhett nodded. Damn right he was still on board. Then Calix positioned himself and, holding his cock with his right hand, placed it against Rhett's entrance.
This was it. Holy shit. A few more seconds and his virginity would be gone. Hallelujah.
"Do it," he said. Not the most romantic words ever spoken, but who the fuck cared?
Calix pushed through his tight muscles and popped in. Rhett stiffened. Okay. That was more than three fingers. Different. Smoother, warmer, firmer.
Another questioning look and another nod. He was good. Strike that. He was amazing and about to be even better.
Calix carefully sank deeper inside him, going inch by slick, hot inch until Rhett felt so full he didn't know what to do with himself. The intense pressure burned a little, then morphed into exquisite pleasure.
"I'm in all the way," Calix said. Yeah, that didn't deserve an award for the sexiest conversation either, but whatever. It was perfect. "You good?"
"Yeah. I'm…" He swallowed. "No longer a virgin."
Calix's smile took his breath away. "No, sweetheart, you're not. How does that feel?"
"I'm ecstatic. Relieved. Really impatient to move on to the next step because I know this isn't it."
Calix gave him a hard, hot kiss. "No, it's not. Hang on, sweetheart. Here comes the best part."
Calix pulled out, then filled him up again. He went slow at first, his brown eyes constantly checking with him, but then he found a faster rhythm, stronger, deeper. Their bodies collided, connected, creating undeniable sexy sounds. Sounds he'd overheard from Levar but had never experienced himself until now. The creak of the bed. The rustling of the sheets. The squelch of the lube when Calix sank back into him. The wet slap of flesh on flesh.
Rhett moved helplessly as Calix thrust into him again and again, unable to keep his body from pushing back against him, his mouth from making desperate sounds, his hands from clawing at the sheets in an attempt to find steadiness amid the maelstrom of feelings coursing through him. Calix's strokes were steady and deep as if he was still trying to get farther inside him, to claim him even more than he already had.
Rhett wrapped his hand tightly around his cock, jacking himself off. He had to, had to touch himself, had to do something against the need building inside him, that tidal wave of pleasure.
His body stretched open, all discomfort gone, just pleasure remaining. Endless waves of electric tingles rolled from his ass to his head, his toes, his fingers, his whole body. His skin was on fire, hot and tender everywhere. His balls… They'd never felt like that, so full, almost sizzling. His head was buzzing, making him light-headed, dizzy from all the sensations.
Never had he imagined it could be like this. So overwhelming. So mind-boggling. So…perfect. He'd counted on pain, on awkwardness, on their bodies bumping into each other. Not on this effortless…dance, this fluid swaying together, joined, connected.
Not even the intensity with which Calix studied him, his brown eyes drilling into his, made him uncomfortable. It added to the experience of being treasured, of being escorted to paradise at the hand of a master. Never would he be able to thank Calix enough for making his first time so special.
"Talk to me?" he asked Calix.
"Talk?"
"Like before… The d-dirty stuff."
Calix caught his bottom lip between his teeth, then slowly dragged it out and released it. "You liked it when I talked dirty to you?"
"God, yes."
"Mmm… What do you want me to tell you? How good you feel, how your body closes so tight around my cock it's like I'm being held captive in the best way?"
Rhett moaned.
"How beautiful you look, spread out under me, your skin flushed with your desire…?"
He drove his cock into Rhett with force, and Rhett whimpered with the electric charge sparking inside him every time Calix hit his prostate. His magic spot aka paradise. His ticket to heaven and beyond.
"I could tell you how much your responsiveness arouses me, how you react without inhibitions to every touch, every caress. You're so open and turned on, and it's making me want to…"
He stopped, his jaw tightening for a moment.
"Want to do what?"
"To do things to you you're not ready for."
"I want that. I want everything."
Calix kissed him again, but this time the kiss was much harder, demanding, and Rhett surrendered instantly. Calix's strokes slowed down until they became languid, a smooth, electrifying slide in and out of Rhett's body that made him squirm with need. "Please… Please."
Calix halted, buried inside him. "What do you want, sweetheart?"
Rhett squirmed on his cock, shivering with every little move. "I'm… I can't… I'm so close. So good. It's too good."
"Let go, sweetheart. Let me see you come."
It was as if he'd waited for Calix's permission to release the hold he'd had on himself, and his right hand exploded in a frantic rhythm. He only needed a few hard tugs, and he was coming. Flying. Soaring. His orgasm thundered through him, his balls clenching as he cried out, growling like he'd never done. Low. Animalistic. Sexy.