“Are you ready for a third?”
He nodded vigorously, practically sobbing into the covers with need. But he still held perfectly still for me.
I slid a third finger into him and reached between his legs and stroked him.
“Don’t,” he said. “I’m so close. If you touch me, I’ll cum.”
I pulled my hand back, grinning. “You like having your ass played with that much?”
“I likeyouplaying with my ass that much,” he corrected, his words punctuated with gasps as I rubbed the pleasure spot again. “Please,” he begged. “I’m loose enough. I need you inside of me.”
I pulled my fingers from him, causing him to let out a hissing gasp.
Then I pulled my underwear down, freeing my cock. I grabbed the bottle of lube and applied more to his hole, and then a generous amount to myself.
I lined up the crown of my cock with his hole, then pushed in slowly.
Nicolas let out a strangled sound, his hands twisting into the covers, and he nodded vigorously. “Yes,” he breathed. “You don’t need to go so slowly.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I told him, still easing myself into him. “I never want to hurt you.”
“It feels so good,” he moaned, arching his back.
I buried myself to the hilt and let out my own groan as his hot, slick tightness enveloped my cock completely.
He groaned in satisfaction. “You feel incredible. Fuck me, Eli.”
I flattened myself on top of him, so that his back was touching my stomach, and curled one arm underneath him to grip him by the shoulder and hold him steady. Then I began to thrust into him, gently at first, then more forcefully.
All the while, he let out dirty noises of pleasure: moans and gasps and sighs as I rutted into him faster and faster, chasing my own release.
I could feel my orgasm building, a tingling at the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” he gasped out.
“Me too,” I breathed, right into his ear. “Is it still okay if I—”
“Please,” he cried, convulsing and letting out another shuddery groan that told me he had just orgasmed without touching himself, with just my cock buried deep inside of his ass.
That sent me over the edge, and I shot into him, my orgasm almost too intense to stand. I let out a strangled groan of my own.
Nicolas turned his head, and I understood exactly what he wanted. I kissed him, deep, wet, and filthy.
We stayed like that for a long time, with me inside of him, spent and growing softer, kissing each other like it was the only thing in the whole world that mattered.
I finally eased out of him and, with a kiss on the back of his neck, I rolled out of the bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom so we could get ourselves cleaned up.
“I haven’t felt anything like that in a very long time,” Nicolas told me when I collapsed onto the bed beside him and pulled him close.
“Me either,” I admitted, letting out a soft sigh of contentment as Nicolas laid his head on my chest, directly over my heart.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked, after a long time had passed.
“Are you about to ask if I’m usually more of a top or a bottom?” Nicolas lifted his head from my chest and smiled mischievously. “If you’re wondering, I tend to bottom more frequently, but I do enjoy it all.”
“Good to know,” I said, returning his smile. “But no, that’s not what I was going to ask.”
“Well, then, I do believe the time for formalities between us has passed, Doctor. Please—ask me whatever you wish.”
