I flop against him, exhausted already.
“I don’t think I’ll last with your cock in me.”
He laughs softly while planting kisses on my neck.
“I don’t think I should put my cock in you yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re not ready.”
“I am.”
“You’re not. You’re so tight, I’m gonna hurt you if I fuck you.”
“I don’t care.” I grasp the back of his head, pulling him in closer.
“I do. The first time I got fucked, it hurt. I don’t want that for you.”
My stomach drops. Thinking about him being used by other men. Men who never cared about him the way he deserves to be cared about. “Evan … ”
“Come ‘ere.”
He lies back, taking his fingers out of me, maneuvering me up the bed until my knees are planted on the pillow either side of his head.
“What are you … ”
“Like that.”
“What do you want me to … ”
Evan takes my cock in his mouth and starts sucking while he watches me.
My whole body shivers and I give in to it. The expression on his face softens, his wide eyes relaxing. I don’t move at first. He bobs his head up off the bed to suck me deep before pulling off.
“You can move. I’m gonna get a sore neck doing it like this.”
“Sorry.”
He smiles. “Just do what feels good, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
He rests his head back on the pillow and I move my hips until the head of my cock is brushing his lips. He lifts his head up a little and then relaxes it again when I inch deeper into his mouth. I take my time, being careful. Evan wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in deeper, gripping my ass.
We moan at the same time as I get fully seated, gripping the headboard for support.
I watch his face carefully as I rock my hips, slowly, carefully fucking his mouth. Apart from his eyes watering, I don’t see anything to suggest I’m choking him. He’s taking it easily, so I keep rocking. The feeling is unbelievable. Then his hand slides closer to my crack and his fingers are probing again. His lubed-up fingers finding my hole and circling it.
I bite my lip as I rock my hips, pushing back onto his fingers before pushing forward into his mouth.
I let him in. He brushes that spot every time I pull off so I can get deeper into his mouth. My head swims with everything he’s making me feel. I think about how consumed by me he must be, my smell, my taste.
His free hand slides over my thigh.
“Squeeze if you’re okay,” I tell him.
He gives my thigh a tight squeeze and I letgo, rutting against his fingers, unable to decide what I want more, his fingers or his mouth.
