“Or what?”
He rocks his pelvis, and I nibble at the side of his neck,whispering, “I guess we could use a little jerk-off.”
Just saying the word, it’s like my brain registered it as a done deal because I’m stiff as he continues working his ass up against me.
“What if I don’t want to just jerk off?” He shifts, and I loosen my grip, allowing him to roll toward me until we’re face-to-face.
“What do you want?” I ask, considering how our attempt went earlier, yet looking into those eager eyes, I already know the answer.
He raises his hand, running his knuckles between my pecs. “Maybe we could try one more time? See what happens?”
The uneasiness our conversation brought up shifts quickly as I feel this soaring sensation in my belly. A surge of desire radiates through me as he kisses me, his hand resting against my cheek, and I reach down, feeling his cock, which is a stone.
I give it a generous stroke. “You want me to fuck you, Marty?”
“Oh, fuck yeah…”
And I want to fuck him so bad.
20
Marty
I’m not surewhat it is…
How good it felt when he was probing my prostate with his touch.
How he revealed a part of himself I know he doesn’t share with most of the guys.
The cuddling.
His confession that he likes me.
Or the way his cock rubs up against me and how he’s gripping my shaft.
All I know is I want him to show me the sort of pleasure he’s given to so many girls.
He rolls toward me so I’m under him as his lips crush down against mine. His lips travel down my chin, to my throat, which he nibbles at. My body erupts with sensation, the tips of flames tickling across my flesh. When he finally leans back, he’s already holding another condom.
When the fuck did he grab that? I guess the nightstand isn’t far, and he’s got those giant-ass arms. But that required some serious multitasking, which only reminds me that if anyone can show me how good it can feel to be fucked by a guy, it’s Ryan Lorde.
He tears the packet open with his teeth before readying himself and finding the lube in the sheets.
I study his shaft. Am I gonna mess this up a second time?
He leans down, kissing me again, his tongue wild in my mouth before he whispers between kisses, “If you…feel…any discomfort…tell me, and we stop.”
I’m sure he knows I will, but he wants me to know that this is on my terms and help me relax.
“I will,” I assure him before he wets his cock and my ass with some lube.
He’s even slower than he was the first time, pressing the head of his cock against me. He looks to me.
“I’m ready,” I tell him with a nod, and he pushes in again.
Nervous as I am, I don’t feel that surge of discomfort and tension like I did the first time.
“Fuck, it’s tight,” he says, a sliver of a smile playing across his lips.
