He puts his hands on the tiled wall and sticks his butt out for me. It’s the most beautiful sight.
I drop to my knees and suck him until he’s pushing back against my face.
“One of these days, you’re going to sit on my face, and I’m going to eat you until you come, baby,” I say.
He moans his reply as I replace my tongue with my lubed fingers.
“Fuck, I missed your fingers. Give me more, Riley.”
“Patience, Curtis.”
“Fuck that. I needed your dick inside me yesterday.”
My dick thickens as I think of sinking into his tight hole. I stand and apply lube to my shaft before lining it up with his ass.
Using both hands, I open him so I can see as he takes me inch by inch.
“You look so good with my cock buried to the hilt inside you, Curtis.”
“Ugh, why do you make my name sound like it’s the sexiest name ever?”
“Because I love you, baby. Your name from my lips will always be a prayer.”
He turns his face sideways to meet my gaze.
“Then take me to church, Riley.”
I pull out and thrust back in one move. Curtis screams my name and more.
I need to see his face when he comes, so I pull out and turn him around.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
His thighs pressing around me remind me of how strong he is. He may be small, but he’s not weak. I grab my cock and put it back inside him.
With my hands on his ass, I don’t even need the wall for support.
“Oh my god, Coach. This feels so good. God, you’re hitting it right there every time. Fuck, don’t stop.”
I grit my teeth and use my hands to help him bounce on my dick until he’s coming. Rope after rope of white cum coating our stomachs.
“I want to taste it,” I say.
He runs his hand over his chest and then brings it to my mouth. The salty, bitter taste of his release and the fact I was already on the verge of coming take me over.
I fill him with more than a week’s worth of cum. Just like him, I haven’t touched myself. Even when all I could think about was Curtis, I needed my next time to be inside him.
Our breaths mingle in a lazy kiss. I pull us back under the water spray and put him down so we can wash each other.
I never thought I’d have a second chance at love at my age, but I know now I never stood a chance against Curtis. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
32
BUBBLE
A YEAR-ISH LATER
“It’s enough, baby. Trust me.”
