Devon does so, but flinches when I palm his ass, seizing up.
Fuck, it’s been so long since my first time. I’ve forgotten how overwhelming it can be.
“Easy, Devon.” I pull his cheeks apart and spread lube around his furled hole, massaging gently.
Taking my time, I watch his body since he’s hiding his face still, my other hand caressing his side and back. When I finally ease a finger inside the impossibly tight heat, my throbbing cock jerks, drooling precum.
He inhales sharply as I slide in a little farther, those deliciously taut inner muscles clamping down.
I work the digit slowly back and forth. “Try to relax for me.”
But he only trembles harder, burrowing his face into the mattress, whimpering as I try loosening him up.
After two minutes, I withdraw my finger, not wanting to hurt him. “This is too much too fast. Let’s try something else.”
I turn Devon onto his side, then lie behind him, wedging his legs open. He grunts at being maneuvered and exposed, his breathing fast and shallow.
I stroke his chest until his racing heart calms under my palm. His breaths finally come slower and he unconsciously arches into my touch—most likely as starved for contact as I am. “That’s perfect. Just breathe.”
Nuzzling against his silky blond hair, I pepper his shoulder with kisses and keep the caresses soft and unthreatening. “That’s it. Just let go. I’ve got you.”
Gradually, he melts against me, some of the fear bleeding away as I trail my hand lower, gliding over his soft cock.
He flinches but soon presses into my palm as I resume stroking him. His cock isn't as large as mine, as if somehow made to fit perfectly in my hand. I tighten my grip, and before long, he’s rocking into my fist.
“Good boy.” I nibble his shoulder as my free hand wanders over his body, then tweaks a nipple.
He whimpers and I grip his leaking cock with more force, more speed, pumping steadily as he pants and gasps. My other arm bands tight around his chest, holding him close as I grind my throbbing cock between his cheeks.
“Feel that, baby boy? Feel what you do to me?”
He whines, ass rubbing shamelessly against my cock that’s now so hard, it might fuckin’ explode. And when he releases a deep moan, his cock utterly soaked with precum, I know I have to have him.
“You want it, don’t you? Want me to fill you up, make you mine.” I jerk him faster as he pants and scrambles at my arm, whining desperately, shaking and right on the edge.
“Show me what a good boy you are and come for me. Come. Now.”
He cries out, spilling in my fist. I stroke him through it, keeping my hips flush to his clenching hole.
At the height of his climax, I wedge just the swollen head inside his spasming heat. It’s enough to pull my own hot release,a release that seems to go on forever and leaves me completely spent in a way I haven’t been in years.
We lie entwined, breathing slowing, his body relaxed against me.
While my cum may be inside him, marking him, I want more. Want him to truly be mine, because one night won’t be enough. Not when the sparkler in my chest is blossoming into something brighter.
Chapter 4
I nip Devon’s ear, savoring the feel of his slender body entwined with mine as he catches his breath. He fits like the perfect inside spoon, as if made just for me. “You did so well.”
He tenses in my arms, and before I can question it, he jerks away. “I didn’t want to . . . do that.”
What the fuck. After turning him onto his back, I cup his chin, trying to meet his downcast eyes. “What do you mean you didn’t want to do that?”
Devon glares up at me now, a storm swirling in those dark depths. “Wasn’t supposed to feel good! I just wanted food—”
My mind is spinning trying to make sense of his words. “You didn’t want it to feel good?”
“Shut up.” He pulls out of my embrace and turns away, a deep flush rising from his neck to his cheeks.
