“No one has ever made me hard the way you do,” he said, dragging his cock up and down the length of my ass crack. “Help me get inside of you, Wesley. Please.”
Goddamn, the way he talked to me. It wasn’t even something he’d picked up from experience because I knew I was his first. It was justColinand the kind of man he was. He was going to talk me through this whole thing and I loved and hated him for that, because I was pretty sure I was going to come faster than I did the night before.
I stuck my ass out, reaching back with one hand to spread my cheeks. He made a pleased sound, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, and the deep rumble of it went straight to my still-leaking dick.
Lube drizzled between us, then he capped the bottle and tossed it across the room. His slippery fingers dug into my ass cheek as he lined the blunt head of his dick up with my hole and pressed into me. I knew from sucking him that Colin wasn’t small, but I hadn’t anticipated what it would feel like to have a whole cock inside of me. It wasn’t anything like fingers and… holy crap.
Gooseflesh raced from my feet to the top of my scalp and I shivered, pushing back against him as he spread my hole open with his dick. He fed me inch after inch, and I wondered if at some point I’d forgotten how to count because there had to be at least a foot of cock inside me, even though I knew he wasn’t that big. The stretch of penetration burned and it was not enjoyable, but I grit my teeth together, leaning into him once he was fully in.
“Are you okay?” He curled his arm back around my front, and I scrabbled for him, threading our fingers together and letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
“I see why Grayson is always talking about poppers,” I muttered. “But I’ll be fine once you start.”
“It feels better when…” Colin trailed off as his dick pulled out of me.
“Yeah,” I rasped, muscles clamping down around his cock as he tried to withdraw. “Yeah, it feels better when you move. Oh, shit.”
Colin fucked me with short snaps of his hips, the majority of his cock staying inside of me while he moved, and while I didn’t really like the burn, I loved the fullness.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re so tight, I don’t…”
I fisted my cock and jerked off while he fucked me, my entire body in an immediate state of sensory overload.
“I honestly…” Spit caught in my throat, but I forced it back. “Honestly can’t believe we could have been doing this the whole time.”
Behind me, Colin laughed, and I tightened my grip on his hand.
“I’m so close,” he panted, hips snapping. “Can we change positions?”
“How do you want me?”
Colin shifted his weight, rolling me onto my stomach. My hand and my cock tangled in the sheets, but I didn’t even need to really touch myself anymore. Colin raised himself over me, hovering inches above me while he changed pace and tactic. He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed his way back inside, fucking me into the mattress. The friction from my own skin and the sheets while he spread my hole open with his dick was better than any solo wank I’d ever had. It wasn’t long before my orgasm crested and I came with a garbled shout, burying my face into the pillows as I spilled all over the bed.
Colin was quick to follow, a string of curses falling out of his mouth as he buried himself to the hilt and filled the condom. I could feel the way his cock pulsed and thickened against my rim as he came. It was enough to send another aftershock through my whole body, and I tore my hand out from beneath me.
I braced myself on the pillow, angling my face enough so that I didn’t suffocate. Sweat dripped from Colin’s body onto my back, and he stayed planted firmly and deeply inside of me until the pressure of it started to feel uncomfortable.
“Hurts,” I mumbled.
“Sorry.” He pulled out and rolled onto his side, taking me with him until we were back in the position we’d started in.
Colin’s entire chest was covered with sweat, and he peppered kisses against the back of my head until we both settled.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Was that okay?”
“Okay,” I muttered, rolling over so our chests were aligned. I scooted up the bed so we were nose to nose and mouth to mouth. That close, he looked like a cyclops, so I put enough space between us that I could see his whole face.
Colin was flushed. Beneath the day-old scruff on his jaw, his cheeks were pink, almost red in some spots. His hair was a disheveled mess, a far cry from the high-strung and uptight man I’d met at lunch with Hendrix five weeks before.
Had it only been five weeks?
How had I fallen in love with him so soon?
“It was more than okay,” I told him, bringing our noses back together and closing my eyes. I’d never forget this moment or the way he looked in it, so I shifted my attention to memorizing the way his body felt against mine. The way I could feel my heart beating in my asshole, which was weird, but…
I flattened my hand against his sternum and let out a breath.
“Good.”
