“Pillow,” he demanded, and my arm blindly reached out to snag one, tossing it at him so hard it caused a breeze to ruffle his hair.
He smiled at me softly. Then he urged me to lift my hips, where he shoved the pillow under. And suddenly it made sense. His hands went to my knees, pushing them up as he looked down at my hole.
“Stay like this,” he told me.
I said nothing as I moved my hands to my knees to take over. I pulled them closer to my shoulders, opening myself up for him as much as I could.
He tested my hole again with his finger. I was still slick, but I wasn’t sure it would be enough. My eyes were wide as he spit into his hand and worked it over his cock. He did it again and again, and the shinier his cock became with spit, the harder my cock grew. I was leaking pre-cum all over my stomach.
“Ready?” he asked, hand gripping the base of his cock as I felt him nudge my fluttering pucker.
“Yes! Please. Now. Yes.” I rushed out in a volume that gave away how eager I was.
He didn’t laugh or chuckle at me. He did send me a brief smile that set me at ease while also making my heart flutter.
The pressure increased as he slid inside me. There was resistance, but I tried hard to relax and stay open for him. He slid inside with a grunted push, and I did wince.
“Kiss me,” I begged. Partly because I wanted to kiss him, but mostly because I needed a distraction. And his eyes on me were stressing me out a little. I liked it when he watched me, but at this moment, I needed him one hundred percent in participation mode. That meant thrusting and touching and kissing all at the same time.
He did not disappoint.
Ford was a very skilled and giving lover.
His hips worked slowly, rocking like calm waves in the ocean. Once I felt brave enough, I wrapped my leg around him, canting my hips with each thrust, silently urging him to give me more.
Our faces became buried in each other’s shoulders, as the room filled with heavy breaths and grunting. Our skin became slick with sweat.
He slipped his hand between us, fingers brushing my skin before he wrapped them around my aching cock. Holding himself over me with one arm, his gaze bore into me, beautiful and intense, and I didn’t even hate the way he was looking at me.
“I’m going to…” I said over a dry throat.
“Come for me, Austin,” he said, but it wasn’t quite an order. His voice was rich and smooth, it coated my body in thick emotions that felt like warmed honey. I swore he could ask me anything right now and I’d give it to him without even thinking.
Everything inside me coiled tight as heat shot down my spine and exploded in my balls. My fingers dug into his shoulders as my head tilted back.
“Ford!” I called his name as I came so hard my vision blurred. He worked me, again and again, until my cock was spent and overly sensitive.
“Kiss me,” he demanded, leaving my cock and thrusting into me until the snap of our skin slapping together sounded like a thunderclap echoing in the room.
I leaned up and kissed him hard, nibbling at his bottom lip before sucking his tongue into my mouth. If it were possible, his cock became like fire in my ass, and then his body shivered as he filled me up with his release.
After two more thrusts, he nearly collapsed on top of me. I couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped up my throat as I wrapped my arms around him, uncaring about the sweat and cum and mess.
“It’s typically not a good thing when someone laughs after getting fucked,” he mumbled into my shoulder.
I held him tighter.
“It is when I do it,” I told him. “It means you make me feel safe. Alive… real. I don’t know if I’m saying it right.”
He lifted his head to look into my eyes. He was wearing a lazy smile and I could feel the way my lips mirrored it.
“I understand completely,” he said. “Thank you.”
I swore I wasn’t going to cry.
But a few tears might have slipped out.
And Ford, the perfect person that he was, held me until I put myself back together again.
