He was fucking beautiful.
“That’s enough,” I told him when I couldn’t take it anymore. “Come here.”
This time, he didn’t obey. Not immediately. Instead, he kept my gaze and slowly rinsed the bubbles from his skin. My cock was standing at total attention as I watched his hands brush over his own dick.
I was hungry for him. No, I was starving.
Desperate.
Damn near feral.
I was about to jump him and grab him when he finally let the washcloth hit the floor with a loud slap, but before I could react to the jolting sound, he was on me. Two strides and a single spread of his legs, and his ass was resting on my thighs.
The weight of him was grounding as he leaned forward, pressing his chest against me. “Don’t let me fall.”
“I will never,” I vowed, the promise tumbling from my lips unbidden but completely honest, “ever let you fall.” I would rather die than be the source of any of his pain. Ever.
My hands wrapped around him tightly, holding him against me. His hard cock slid up my stomach, and he rocked his hips gently, seeking the friction I desperately wanted to give him.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” His answer was simple, easy, and without hesitation.
Feeling to the left on the bench, my fingers touched the lube, and I grabbed it, flicking the top open with my thumb and squirting more than I usually needed on myself. But I was going to be careful with him.
Not because I was afraid or I thought he couldn’t take it, but because he deserved someone who fucked him both hard and tenderly. Who made the moment worth remembering.
He leaned against me, face resting in the crook of my neck as I pressed two fingers against his hole. The tip of my middle finger slipped in and pulsed, coating the ring of muscle.
“God,” he gasped, his voice thready and weak. “That’s…”
“What?” I pressed after a moment of silence.
“I need more. I need a lot more. It’s not the same as it used to be. You can’t be soft with me. Please.”
Pulling my finger out, I waited for a single inhale, and then I shoved two in. Deep. Hard. He grunted as he took me, his thighs immediately spasming, but he didn’t let go. He rolled his hips toward me, his breath a harsh stutter in his chest.
“Like that,” he said. “Fuck, just like that. I can feel it, Ryan. I can feel it so much.”
“More?”
He groaned and nodded, his mouth open, teeth grazing my neck.
I gave him a third finger, pumping them in and out, searching for that spot that would make him see stars. It took a moment, but I knew I’d found it when he let out a sharp cry and squeezed me so tight I almost lost my breath.
“Like that,” he babbled. “Like that, like that—oh god. It’s so good. Please fuck me. Fuck me fuck me…” His begging cries trailed off into desperate moans as I fed him my fingers as deep as they would go.
I pumped several times, stretching him wide, but my control was a thin wire, and it was about to snap. Taking a single moment to collect myself, I pulled my fingers out, ignoring his cry of frustration, and I leaned him back so I could get to my dick.
“You’re so perfect. So good,” I told him as I coated my hand again. “Be patient for me, okay. Just another moment.”
“Hurry,” he begged.
So I did. I slicked my cock up carefully, then lifted him by the hips and guided myself to him. I could feel his hole twitching as the head of my dick pushed against it, and then with a single breath, he sat down.
It took me a moment to realize I was inside him. The shock of it rattled me, and then he squeezed his muscles, and I felt it all the way to the bottoms of my feet. “Shit. Shit,” I gasped.
He leaned back, his eyes wide and wild. “Tell me it’s good for you.”
