Once he’s satisfied and I’m mewling and moaning at the top of the bed, he stops and pops the lid of the lube open, drizzling an ample amount onto his hand. He smears the lube across my entrance. Every nerve ending in the area is already buzzing with anticipation. Then, he pours more lube into his hand and spreads it around his hard dick, giving himself a few strokes while he does it.
He looks at me with great affection. “Are you ready?”
I nod and beckon him to me.
Carefully, he lifts my hips, resting them on his bent knees, then guides the head of his dick to my hole. He pauses, pushing forward and favors brushing the head over the area a few times before he grips himself steady and begins to press inside.
The flush that I feel paint my skin the moment he breaches my entrance warms my entire body as it makes my heart race. He runs his free hand over my chest, then up my neck, and stills his palm against my cheek.
“Beautiful,” he moans, and plunges deeper, bringing himself down to the hilt.
He remains still for a moment with his eyes closed. His breaths are deep, and I can see him swallow.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
He smiles and opens his eyes to look at me again. “I should be the one asking you that.”
The truth is, I am more than alright. Sure, his cock is huge. Larger than anything I could have ever imagined putting inside of me. And while in some ways, it hurts, in other ways it feels too perfect right where it is. Like it’s been supposed to be there this entire time. But I can’t just say that. So instead I say, “I’d be better if you’d start fucking me.”
He laughs and gives a thrust to his hips. The pull, then push drags his dick over my prostate and my toes curl. My mouth dropsopen on a gasp and he does it again and again and again, setting a smooth rhythm.
He adjusts my legs so that I can wrap my ankles around his torso then leans forward and kisses me while he begins to fuck me deeper and harder. He’s a sweating, grunting mess and couldn’t be hotter if he tried. My dick between us is screaming for attention. But I’m afraid to give it any as I know the moment I wrap my fingers around it, I’m going to come hard and fast and this will be over before I’m ready. So I ignore it and focus my attention on the sensation of Gavin sliding in and out of me. I want to memorize each thrust. I want to continue to feel his thickness in me for days to come. I want my hole to be forever changed by his presence.
His thrusts begin to speed up and become erratic. He’s getting close and I suppose it’s time for me to start chasing my orgasm as well. When I go to reach my hand between us, he pushes it aside then lifts his body enough to reach his hand down and grip me himself. He matches the strokes of his hand with the thrusts of his hips. Both moving faster and faster.
“Gavin, fuck,” I moan. “I’m gonna…”
“Do it,” he says, practically growling. “Come for me, Connor.”
And I do.
He cries out as I come and gives me three more hard thrusts before his hips slow down, sliding his cock in and out at a much softer pace while he’s consumed by his own orgasm.
He’s beautiful when he comes. Masculine and strong with sweat beading down his neck. When he collapses on top of me, I kiss the sweat from his neck and enjoy the salty, heady nectar.
“That was…” I say, not knowing where I want to go with my words.
“Everything,” he says for me.
THIRTEEN
Gavin
A little fact about me that will shock no one is that I’ve never shared a bed with anyone before Connor. Not once. Ever. Sure, I’ve had sex with a decent number of men, but I’ve always bolted out the door within five minutes of me taking off the condom. And I most certainly have never asked any of them to stay at my place. Hell, I’ve never even asked anyone to come to my place.
For a few reasons. One, I’m not dumb enough to go cruising in my own city. And two, inviting someone to see my place sounds like a nightmare. They’d ask too many questions about how I live. Which consists of nothing but the barest of essentials.
But lying here with Connor, my arm resting around his body, my hips pressed against his backside, I’ve never been more content. And I’ve never been more screwed because I know I’ll never find someone else who can replace him. Another man’s body would feel wrong here. Another man’s scent wouldn’t be as soothing. Having another man mumble, “Good morning,” as he stretches his legs and arms, making his back and ass pull rigid against me would feel criminal.
“Good morning,” I say back to him. My lips brush the back of his neck. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m starved.”
“I can go get us some breakfast from the cafeteria downstairs and bring it up if you’d like.”
“Hmm,” he hums, and relaxes his arms and legs, melting his body back into me. “What time is it?” I pick up his wrist and check his watch, which makes him laugh. “I guess I could have done that.”
“It’s a little after seven. We have time to relax before practice.”
