“Oh god.” I gasp when he slips in another finger.
It hurts. A little… or maybe a lot. But his fingers are warm, slick with cum, and fuck, if that isn’t a turn-on.
I close my eyes, concentrate on breathing, feeling him stretch that tight ring of muscle. He gently strokes the lining of my canal, and I lose myself in the tenderness of the moment, warm breath on my neck, and the gentle caress of his fingers as they graze across my?—
“Ohfuuck!”
I snap my hips, chasing those fingers he so abruptly pulled out of my body.
Thick forearms land on each side of my face, and he captures my floundering lips in his mouth—his tongue stealing my words, my moans, my breath.
He drags his dick across the slippery surface of my abs, swimming through thick waves of cum, coating his cock with my jizz.
“Feel good, Alex?”
“Mm-hmm,” is all I can manage, my body answering for me when words fall short.
“And this?”
His thick cock sweeps down my belly, drops behind my balls, and slips between my cheeks.
A whimper falls from my lips when I feel him position the tip of his cock against my hole, circling my sensitive rim.
“W-we don’t have any lube,” I stammer.
“Mm, but we do have a solution.” He pushes the tip of his cum-slicked cock into my ass.
His breathing is labored, words fractured, accent heavy. “Do… do you… do you want this?” he asks on shaky breath.
Oh my god… I wanteverything.
I spread my legs wider, opening myself fully. Gently, he drapes my knees over his elbows and pulls my hips up, forward, and whispers, “I can’t wait to make love to you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes inside. Pressure. So muchpressure. But his lips are back on mine, sucking, licking, taking, inhaling my pleas as I struggle to find words. I grip his ass so hard I’m almost certain my fingers have left permanent imprints in his skin. And for a moment, we stay that way—connected, not saying a word but saying everything.
Once my breath evens out, calm and slow, I pull him in tighter, helping him fill me, inch by aching inch. I open my eyes and find his, waiting, watching. He’s halfway inside, and I’m adjusting to this new sensation. He nips tenderly at my neck, allowing me just enough space to breathe—and I do. I breathe. I breathe. I?—
“Fuuuck!”
He plows into me, capturing my scream in his mouth, muting my cries. He kisses me through the pain, through the tears, never stopping until my body relaxes, and I’m kissing him back.He’s speaking against my lips. I’m gasping—for air, for words.I love you. I love you,I want so badly to tell him, but his hungry mouth keeps stealing my voice.
“Alex,” he moans, blowing my name across my crazed lips. His hips begin moving, gently rocking, his dick gliding through the walls of my ass, and it feels so fucking good. He takes me slow at first, then fucks me hard, makes love to me, gentle and rough.
“Yesss, Elijah.Yesss.”
I grab myself just in the nick of time as my orgasm rips through me—again—blinding me with the purest of white light. Elijah cries out my name, every syllable wrapped in the weight of his Spanish tongue. One final punch of his hips and a burst of warm fluid fills my ass.
And suddenly, everything I thought I knew about myself unravels.
He drops his head to my shoulder, and his arms give way.
“Elijah?” I murmur against his warm, sweaty skin.
“Mmm…” he hums, breathing softly into my neck.
“I’m not interested anymore.”
His breath catches, and he lifts his head.
