“Warm or cold?” I asked.
“Whatever’s faster.”
I pressed the chilly lube to his crack, realizing how much I’d missed that soft fan of hair between his cheeks. He jumped, burying his face in his crossed arms. I slid the tip of my middle finger into his puckered entrance, working him the way I knew he liked. Not too slow, not too jerky. Just right.
Before he was fully comfortable again, I added my ring finger. As he relaxed into the additional stretch, I curved the two fingers inside him till I found the slight bump of flesh I knew could send him through the stratosphere.
He did not disappoint.
“Fuck.Stop,” he spit out, pulling away from me.
I removed my fingers and leaned forward, surrounding him because I knew it would calm him. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”
He shook his head, rocking back and forth. “I was about to come, and I don’t want this to end so soon.”
I grinned just as he said, “I can hear you smiling.”
“If you had this view, you’d be smiling, too,” I retorted, resettling us so that I could nip at his tiny ass.
He jumped and moaned. “You’re not making this any easier.”
“It’s not my job to make it easy, sweetheart. It’s my job to make it good.”
“Mission accomplished,” he moaned into the pillow.
I kissed up and down his spine, stopping at the top of his crack to whisper, “So, are we ready to continue? Or do you need a little more time?”
“You don’t have to sound so smug.”
“Oh, I know I don’t have to. Iwantto sound this smug.” I paused long enough to suit up.
He laughed, then wiggled his ass at me. “Then prep me and fuck me, big boy.”
I chuckled low in my chest so he could feel it. He shivered beneath me as I sat back up and returned to stretching him out. I avoided his most sensitive parts this time and got him to relax onto three fingers before pulling them out and admiring my handiwork. I added more lube to my cock, stroking a few extra times as I gazed at his slender body. “Ready for me?”
“I was ready twenty minutes ago,” he complained. “I said fuck me, not tease me.”
A little too pleased with myself, I pressed into him, loving the arch and sway of his hips as he tried to accommodate me. Fuck, he was tight, even after all of that. We moved with each other, slowly, slowly. Once he was relaxed enough to take me fully, I set my belly on his ass and dropped onto my forearms, caging him as I rocked forward.
He panted, timing his backward pushes to my forward thrusts, a rumble building deep in his chest. I allowed him to take my weight a bit more at a time, and with every extra inch, his happy, horny noises pitched up. We worked together, rocking harder and harder until we were going at it full speed. Just like the time when we had broken the frame on his guest bed.
My bed, however, was built for large people, and it barely made a sound as I took him to the limit. His noises, meanwhile, became more insistent and desperate, and I figured a little of his own medicine would do him good. Switching my weight to one forearm, I snaked my free hand underneath him to capture his nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The sound that came out of him was indescribable.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Do that to my other nipple.”
I did as he asked, and he squeezed even tighter around me. My sheets would smell like his faded cologne, and even as I was inside him, I imagined rolling in them, bringing myself off again and again at just the scent of him.
“Gonna come,” he panted, hunching against me like it was the only thing he could do in the world. I let my fingers drift down his sensitive torso, then found his cock and stroked him gently. “More,fucker.”
I enjoyed his frustration a little too much, giving him one or two more light strokes before taking him in a proper grip. Then I jerked him hard and fast, and as much as he wanted to arch, I had him trapped beneath me. His cock twitched in my hand, and he let out a gasp as he came, mostly on the small towel. I didn’t mind getting messy, though.
His tight grip on my body and the sounds of his pleasure did me in. I went as deep as I could, barely pulling out before I pushed in again, deeper still, spilling into the condom. He reached beneath himself and dragged the hand towel to the side, then collapsed onto the bed as I pumped those last few strokes into him.
I dropped on top of him, grinding him into the bed, stealing his breath. “Fuck,” I whispered raggedly into his ear. “If I could sleep like this, inside you, I would.”
“If I could breathe properly, I’d let you,” he wheezed, turning his head to kiss my shoulder.
I carefully pulled away from him, grinding my jaw at the sight of his perfect hole, stretched by my cock, pleasured to the max. I pressed my lubed finger inside him, stroking the overworked nerves. Loving how soft and loose he was.
