“It should be around here somewhere,” Taylor murmured, moving his finger around, exploring my inner walls.
I gave him a look. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do y—ahh,” I cut myself off with a gasp. “What was that?”
He pressed down again, and it felt sort of like I needed to pee, but way better. “Pretty sure it’s your prostate.” He pushed down again, and I bit down on my bottom lip so I didn’t gasp. “Does it feel good?”
“It feels…fine,” I said, but then he tapped it quickly, and my entire body jerked.
“Shit,” I said. “Don’t…if you keep…I’ll come if you…”
I couldn’t even speak proper sentences. Every time he pressed down on that spot, a rush of pleasure spread out through my body, all the way to the tips of my toes and the ends of my fingers.
He pushed a second finger in, and there was a few seconds of discomfort as I was stretched out. But then my body adjusted, and I had to clench my stomach, because the sensation was too overwhelming.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” I said, voice weak.
He kept massaging me, and I was vaguely aware of the wetness leaking from my cock and landing on my belly. I’d never gushed so much pre-cum before.
“Guessing this means you’re ready for me,” Taylor said. His fingers slid out of me, which was both a relief, and a disappointment. I wrapped my hand tight around the base of my cock, trying to pull myself away from the edge.
Distantly, I heard the tear of a foil wrapper, then Taylor appeared, holding himself above me with a hand on either side of my head.
“Do you want me to turn around?” I asked quietly.
“No,” he said. “I want to see your face.” He pushed the leash of the collar out of the way, so it pooled above my shoulder. “Are you ready?”
I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak.
Using a knee, he nudged my legs wider apart. Then he straightened up, so he was kneeling, one hand on his cock to guide it inside me. I could barely look at him, even though the entire sight was so hot.
It was just…a lot.
So I focused on the tiny details. His dishevelled hair. The shine of sweat at his temples. The pink flush at the base of his neck.
There was a press, and I tensed. He was way bigger than two fingers. This was going to hurt.
“Relax for me,” he said.
I tried, and slowly, he pushed inside. I gritted my teeth, distracting myself from the faint pain by watching unadulterated pleasure wash over Taylor’s face. I could endure it. For him.
“Archie,” he said, voice almost breathless. “God, you feel so…you feel so good.”
All I could do was whimper in response.
His brow furrowed. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“No,” I said.
“Don’t act brave with me —”
“I can handle it,” I said. “I just need to get used to the stretch.” I sucked in a deep breath. “Can you hit the samespot as before?”
“Are you sure you’re okay with me moving?” His entire body had frozen, his abdominal muscles quivering under his skin.
“Yes,” I said, my voice growing more forceful. “I’m not a weakling.”
“I know you’re not.” He leaned over, kissed my brow, then rolled his hips once.
Immediately, I was hit with a pulse of pleasure, spreading like golden sunlight from my prostate down the length of my cock.
