“Mmmm,” he says as he tastes my cock before wrapping his arms around my thighs and angling them, exposing me to him. He kisses down my balls, making his way to my ass before I feel him against my hole. He offers a kiss first and then lets his tongue glidearound the rim, displaying as much expertise there as he does when kissing my mouth. “Fuck, that’s a pretty hole,” he whispers, his hot breath slamming against my flesh.
My skin prickles with sensation as excitement courses through me. As much apprehension as I had leading up to this moment, I find myself so willing, curious about what the hell he’s gonna do to me.
He makes out with my ass, tongue pushing in deeper as he buries his face against me. “Mmm,” he finally says, leaning back. “How’s that?”
“That’s…lovely,” I assure him.
He snickers. “Lovely? Okay, well, hopefully I can do better than that. You think you’re ready for a finger?”
My muscles tense up again, but I know this is what has to happen next.
19
Ryan
Ican tellhe’s not as tense as when I first stepped out of the bathroom, but he wouldn’t be Marty if there wasn’t some of that, and his anxiousness is starting to grow on me. Kind of makes him even sexier, which is wild since it must be one of the qualities that annoyed me about him most.
It’s not only his anxiety that I like, though. I enjoy being the one to set him at ease, like I did with my tongue and I intend to do with my finger. I’ve approached this like I would a game—prepped and mentally worked myself into the right headspace. Now it’s time to put all the videos I watched and subreddits I explored into action.
“You ready?” I ask. “I’m gonna start with a finger, and we’ll go from there.”
He bites his bottom lip, then closes his eyes. I can tell by the way his chest rises and falls, slow, controlled movements, that he’s really focusing on his breaths, trying to keep calm.
“I’m ready,” he whispers.
The invitation sends a surge of excitement pulsing through me. Maybe because the idea of giving him more pleasure than he’s ever felt in his life thrills me. At least, that’s what I intend to give him.
I grab the lube and ready my finger before playing along the rim of his hole, which contracts for me. “Love seeing how eager you are,” I say, massaging gently, probing with the tip beforepressing and watching as it steadily slips into him. He’s so tight, but I love the thought of being the one to open him up, both in his body and mind. “I love knowing you took extra care to get it ready for me,” I admit as I push farther in.
His muscles loosen up as he rolls his head against his pillow, moaning.
“You’re doing so good,” I assure him, and really, I’m impressed by just how good.
I make a little more progress before I feel what I’ve been waiting for—that soft, rubbery spot, what I’ve read about and what I’ve been curious as hell what it would be like when I discovered it on him.
As soon as I touch it, Marty spits out, “Whoa. Oh…” His body trembles, his muscles twitching around my fingers, though not resisting or working against me.
“That okay?” I ask, to be sure.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He blinks a few times, his mouth hanging open as he adjusts to the sensation of having my light touch against his prostate.
I wait for him to settle, and his upper body jerks forward slightly a few times as even this much clearly keeps him stimulated.
“You like that a lot, don’t you?”
“Wow…wow…”
My dick couldn’t be much harder. “Have I left Marty McGovern speechless?”
“Holy hell. How is that—how did I not know about this sooner?”
I feel the same way. This feels as good as knowing when I’ve hit a girl’s G-spot, knowing what it’s doing for them.
I wait until his initial shock subsides and he’s lying back, his muscles loose once again, my finger still gently against his prostate. Then I offer the subtlest of rubs. Marty reaches out to either side,grabbing at the duvet, his abs tightening as he arches his back. A bead of precum spills from the head of his cock, descending onto his belly.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I tell him as I continue teasing his prostate. “You like how quickly I found it? You like me playing with it?”
“Fuck yes, Ry.”
