He pushed to his feet and hurried to his pants, which he picked up and fished through for a condom.
“Were you carrying that around all along? Did you expect this?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I thought something could come up and wanted to be ready.”
“I can see what came up,” I said, looking at his fat cock, and he smiled before joining me in the bed again.
He lay alongside me, running the back of his hand down my body again.
“Do you like me like this? Tied up next to you?” I asked.
“Yes, you look really beautiful with your hands bound.”
I laughed as he grasped my cock and stroked.
“But we really don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” he pressed.
“Liam, I want this. And as far as firsts go, I can’t imagine I could find better.” The confession made me blush. But it was true.
“I’m discovering I have a real issue,” he said.
“Issue?”
“With wanting to give you everything you ask for.”
“Sounds like a personal problem to me.”
He stared at my lips, studying them as though considering giving me what I was aching for, but then he slid down the bed and moved between my legs. He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth before removing and rolling on the condom.
There was a packet of lube attached to it.
“Not sure this will be enough. I don’t have any other lube except what’s in the packs I got, so if it’s not, we’ll stop. Just tell me if it’s too much. We’re not pushing anything that’s going to make you uneasy. Understood?”
Although it was phrased as a question, I could tell it was a directive. This was why he was the best man for this job.
Theonlyman for this job.
“I promise I’ll tell you if it gets uncomfortable.”
Because I could tell that would make him uneasy, and I wasn’t about to violate the trust he’d put in me to tell him.
He broke open the packet of lube and put some on his fingers, then massaged my hole again.
The experience made me reflect on when we’d danced in the living room, how easy it was to lose track of time and just be with him. And before I knew it, he was pressing the head of his cock against my ass.
I closed my eyes to revel in that sensation, the anticipation of having his dick inside me nearly killing me. He couldn’t have known how badly I needed this. How he had me blue-balling to the point where the pain, the pure desire for him, had become so acute, it was nearly unbearable.
What would it feel like? Would I enjoy it?
Of course I would! Surely if just having his fingers inside me aroused me as much as it did, having his cock in there, being with him like that, oh, that had to be something special.
He pushed in, taking his time.
“Hey, hey,” he said, rubbing his hand across my abs. “Just relax, my Pretty Thing.”
Yes, his… I was his, and he was mine.
My trembling subsided, and he pushed on. I could feel my body allowing him in, taking him. The pressure wasn’t unpleasant, no. It was exciting. And it made me want more, which he granted me.
