Well, this is great. Now I’m stumbling over my words like an idiot.
“You do?” He looks surprised, and I gently cup the back of his neck in my hand and smile at him, gaining my bearings again.
“I do. I want that with you, but only if you want it too.”
He looks uncertain, and I think maybe we need to talk more. “I’ve never . . .”
I nod. I figured, but you never know. “Not even with toys?”
He shakes his head.
“Fingers?”
His cheeks pink up, and I can’t help grinning at that as he shrugs. “I tried it a couple of times, but I don’t think I did it right.”
I lower my hand from his neck, kicking off my shoes and pulling off my shirt before leading him to the bed, climbing under the covers, and directing him to do the same. No matter how hard my cock is and how badly I want this, we’re going to go slow and make sure this is actually a step he wants to take.
I left my pants and socks on because it’s safer with him lying naked next to me, his body trembling. “Not everyone likes anal. That’s okay, you know?”
He bites on his bottom lip again, and I bring my thumb up to slowly and gently pull his abused lip from his teeth and rest it there. “I want to try it. I don’t know if I’ll like it, but I see how . . .” I know it’s hard for him to talk about stuff like this. It’s not that he’s a prude or anything, it’s just he’s a quiet man and was likely taught not to talk about sex. “I see how much you like it.”
I grin and lean a little closer to him, resting one arm over his hard, bare chest. “I fucking love it.”
He smiles, his blue eyes twinkling. “I can tell.”
I kiss his lips softly but keep it chaste. “I really do, and we can keep doing this for the rest of our lives. I’ll be a happy man. But we can try this, too, and see if you like it.”
“And if I don’t?” He looks worried, and God help me, it’s damn cute.
“If you don’t, then you can fuck me.” I kiss his lips again. “Or I can blow you.” I feel him shiver under me, and it’s thrilling. “Or we can rub together until we both come.” I’m shamelessly humping his leg at this point, but his dick has started to harden again, and I don’t think he minds.
He nods. “I really want to try. I want everything with you.”
I take a deep breath because so do I. “Try to relax. We’ll go slow and find out what you do and don’t like.” I start to kiss down his chest and stomach, looking up at him as he gives me a shaky nod.
I move between his legs, kissing over each hip bone and down to his groin. But I ignore his hard cock, leaving little kisses everywhere else. “Oh shit. Please.” He’s back to begging, his hips thrusting up involuntarily.
I lick a stripe up his hard shaft and back down, teasing his balls. But then I move lower, my hands on his knees as I spread him open for me.
“Oh,” he breathes heavily, but he doesn’t ask me to stop.
“You say stop, we stop.” My eyes meet his as I look up at his flushed face, his abs tightening with each ragged breath. “Okay?”
He manages a nod but can’t seem to form words with me between his legs.
“Okay,” I say, my eyes going back to his tight, pink hole before my tongue darts out and I swipe a broad stripe over his rim with my tongue.
“Oh, holy fucking shit,” he gasps, and I smile because I think he might like this.
I tease the puckered rim, sliding my tongue in circles and lapping at him like a starving man. My cock is leaking profusely in my jeans as I hump against the bed, his taste driving me insane.
I stiffen my tongue and tease him by inserting it into his tight ass. He only moans in encouragement as I plunge deeper with my tongue. “More,” he begs, and I smile, turning him into a writhing, throbbing, needy mess.
I fucking love it.
I work his hole with my tongue until I can feel his opening softening and getting ready for me before I move back to his balls, taking my time with each one. Sucking and licking.
His cock is leaking like crazy, and when I wrap my mouth around the head again, he nearly jolts off the bed, and a burst of precum hits my tongue. “Oh, shit. More. I want more. I want you inside me, Chance. I want it.”
He’s a babbling mess as I take him all the way to the back of my throat, but he’s pulling my hair and trying to get me off his cock. I, of course, comply.
I look up at him, into those eyes full of lust and wonder. “I want more.”
I swallow hard, the reality of the gift he’s about to give me hitting me hard, but I want this too. I want every single part of him he’s willing to give. I move to the bedside drawer I know has lube and grab the bottle.
As I squirt a generous amount into my hand, I look him in the eyes. “We stop if you say stop. No matter what.”
He nods his head eagerly this time. “I want this.”
I smile, unable to resist climbing up his body to kiss him hard, my tongue swirling over his as he groans and flexes his hips up, trying to get relief.
“Naked,” he says breathlessly against my mouth. “I want you naked.”
Well, shit. I should have thought about that before I put the lube in my hand. I nod and awkwardly climb off the bed, being careful with my slick hand and remove the rest of my clothes with zero grace. But I honestly couldn’t give a fuck as I climb back on the bed and between his thighs.
I use one finger at first, teasing his already softened hole and getting it nice and slick with lube before I slide it in. I look up at him to check how he’s doing, but he just nods at me, the tendons in his neck pulled tight.
“You sure?”
He nods and tosses me a cocky smile. “I’m sure. Give me more. I can take it.”
“Yes sir,” I mock, adding another finger and marveling at the way the puckered hole stretches around my fingers. He’s clearly uncomfortable as his body adjusts, but his cock is still hard and leaking, and he doesn’t ask me to stop.
I find his prostate and swipe over it, and that does it. It sets off a string of curses and more pleading from his hoarse voice. “Please. Oh, holy fuck. Please do that again. Oh . . .”
I do it again and again, looking up at my beautiful boyfriend as he braces himself on his elbows to watch what I’m doing. His back is bowed off the bed, and his throat is tight as his head drops back in nothing but sheer pleasure.
“I can make you come like this.”
“No.” His eyes snap to mine, and he looks almost feral. So damn beautiful. “I want you inside me. I want to feel your cum deep inside me. I need it. I fucking crave it.”
I nearly come, just from his deep voice as he tells me what he needs. Holy. Fuck. It’s me who gives a shaky nod now, my eyes going back to his hole, stretched by my fingers. I withdraw them, making him grump and groan, but I only add more lube and then go three fingers deep.
He curses at the sting, but he’s still begging for my cock.
And who am I to deny him?
I remove my fingers and then lube up my now very eager cock before tossing the bottle away and placing my cockhead at his hole. He pulls me down for a heated kiss as I press slowly inside him.
As I’m encircled by his tight, slick heat, I let out an earth-rumbling moan deep in his mouth because it feels so damn good, I can barely breathe. He kisses me hard, his fingernails digging into my biceps as I bottom out inside him, my balls meeting his ass.