He kisses back down to my ass, withdrawing his fingers, leaving my body aching with desire.
“Do you want to ride me like before?”
“I think this might work better.” He’s clearly good at what he’s doing, and if we start swapping places and I start trying to line his cock up again, my nerves are gonna get the best of me. “Does that work for you?” I ask.
“I think I can make that work.” His tone’s dripping with sarcasm. “Hand me the lube.”
I pass it to him, and he readies himself, then generously offers my ass some more. The mattress shifts as he repositionshimself, his knees depressing the space between my legs as he pushes them farther apart. My uneasiness returns, though it’s not nearly as intense as when we started. As though he’s intuited that, he rests a hand against my ass, his caresses setting me at ease the way his massage did. Then he slides his cock between my cheeks, the head against my hole.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “Nice and slow, okay?”
Another breath. “Yeah.”
Despite how nervous I am, I’m suddenly excited too.
There’s the slight pressure as he works his head inside me. He takes his time, letting my ass adjust to his size. As he inches in, my nerves are on edge from the anticipation, the promise that he’s gonna hit that spot again.
And again and again…
I’d only recently considered what it’d be like to get fucked by a man, but I wasn’t expecting to want it—no, need it—as badly as I do now.
His cock pushes steadily in, farther and farther, until there’s that sensation again, pooling through me.
“Fuck,” I breathe as my body opens right up for him, allowing him to get his hips against my ass.
He leans down, his chest resting against my back as his hands slide under my arms. “How’s that feel?” he asks, his breath slamming against the side of my face. “Not so bad?”
I laugh, glancing over my shoulder, seeing his cocked brow. “You know damn well it’s better than that.”
“Oh, so having my cock inside you isn’t the horrifying nightmare you thought it’d be?”
I can’t fight back my grin. Wild to think how nervous westarted, and now he’s balls-deep in me.
He nibbles at my shoulder, then offers a few kisses against it, and I feel him pull out slightly before pushing back in. His cock against my prostate has me moaning as he stimulates me again.
And again.
And a-fucking-gain.
“God, your ass feels so good. It makes me sorry I haven’t tried this with a guy sooner.”
“I could say the same about that dick.” If anything, I’m pissed at myself for never experimenting with my prostate, never exploring enough to feel this high…the way he’s got me climbing, the energy that’s radiating from my pelvis shooting up my body.
He picks up the pace, his thrusts making a slapping sound as his hips ram against my ass, shaking the mattress. I’m a fit of quivers and spasms as our bodies collide, my nerves alive with sensation, my cock hard as fuck, rubbing against the sheet beneath me. My face warms as he fucks me until we’re a mess of pants and moans, our movements like we’ve surrendered to the primal impulses that drive us.
Finally he stops drilling me and leans back, his hands gripping my sides. “Get up on your knees.”
I barely think before obeying. Given what he’s doing for my body, I’d do just about anything he fucking asked me to right now.
Soon, we’re on our knees, and he hooks his arm around me, gripping my shaft. His free hand glides across my flesh to my abs.
“Oh, so you do like it?” he teases.
And now I’m chuckling again. “Shut the hell up and keep fucking me.”
He doesn’t let me down. And as he pounds me, he pumps my cock. I’m overstimulated, my mind struggling with which pleasure to focus on as he massages my ass and cock. I finally get what all the hype is around getting laid by this guy.
Although, I must admit, I’m proud of myself for being able to take his cock and of the way I meet each of his thrusts, pushing my ass back, my body acting on its own, demanding he take me all the way.
