He starts to shuffle, his legs trying to open or close at the same time. He pushes his ass back and rocks his hips frantically. He says cute things like, “Ooh,” and “Aah,” and “Fuck me right fucking now, or I’ll hold you down and shove my cock in you.”
Not going to lie, I’m in the greatest hurry in human history, so I’m only too happy to oblige. I squelch way too much lube into my hand, slather half of it on my fingers, and the rest on my aching cock.
I gasp as my finger disappears into him, mesmerized as I pull it out and push it back in. It’s slick and shiny, and Connor’s asshole is the most perfect vice I’ve ever put my finger in. The pressure is perfect.
The sound Connor makes when I do it is perfect.
The sound he makes when I add another is even better.
I take my time to stretch him, I swear I do, but I’m so horny I can’t feel my face, and Connor is struggling and becoming unruly.
“Fuck,” he groans, “Put it in! Put it in, put it in,put it inbefore I lose my fucking mind.”
It’s not crying, and I’m not even sure if it’s begging or threatening, but it’s enough. It’s close enough. Connor is here, where I am, in this hazy place. This heart-pounding, lazy place where everything is urgent. Life or death.
Fuck or stop breathing.
Come or die.
“Shh.” I pet him to try and calm him, but it doesn’t work. The only thing that gets through to him is slapping my dick against his hole. That gets his attention. It locks his joints and makes his head pop up off the bed.
He looks back at me and nods. “Do it, Lennon.Please.”
I rub my cock up and down, and then notch myself in. His ass stretches and struggles and swallows my head. I punch through his first ring and his body spasms, clenching tightly around me. A long, thin cry flits around the room and pierces my heart.
I slow down. I slow everything: my breathing, my mind, my movements.
My heart beats out of my chest.
“Don’t stop,” he says through his teeth. “Don’t stop! I can take it.”
I keep still, shaking, as pressure attacks my cock from all angles. I don’t move, except to soothe Connor and check on him. His head has dropped back down on the bed and is turned to the side. I can see enough of his face to know that his teeth are clenched, but that the first feeling—that intense, tender burn—is fading.
I wait until his jaw relaxes, and then I run my hands up his back, leaning over him and digging my thumbs into his traps and rubbing the last of the tension out of him.
I wait until he starts shuffling again, rocking his hips back and mewling impatiently.
When I’m positive he’s ready, I shift my body weight forward to get closer to him, into him, and my cock slides home.
He convulses around me, crying out every time I inch into him a little more. Good things attack my cock, forcing pleasure up my shaft and erasing the rest of the world from existence. His body gives in perfect, tiny increments. There’s no music playing, but we start dancing to the same beat. A gentle give and take. A step forward. A step back. Our bodies are working their way closer and closer to each other. The tacky sound of skin slapping skin reverberates when we’re finally as close as we can get.
The sounds he makes are out of this world, punched grunts and euphoric groans. The sensations assaulting my dick are out of this world too. They’re unreal. They come at me from every angle. They flow up my cock, choking me in pleasure, and they sink to my balls, making them feel like they’re going to burst. They light up a path from my dick to my brain and pass a bolt of electricity through me.
Connor is still stretched out in the position I put him in. The sheets are bunched in one hand, and he reaches down with the other.
“Faster,” he groans.
His insides flutter, pure heat, pure pressure, crushing my mind, body, and soul.
Connor’s cries change, from full-bodied to hoarse and then high-pitched. His ass clenches. Hard. A dull thud that drives my orgasm up to the surface. Everything races and pounds. My pulse and Connor’s. Muscles contract, rhythmic spasms that squeeze my dick to oblivion. Pressure builds to uncontrollable levels. Unstoppable levels. My hands clench. My lungs open. Semen flies out of my body in thick, piping-hot spurts.
Pleasure envelopes me. Not just my dick and balls. Me. All of me. It’s blinding at first. Almost brutal as it shakes Connor andme together. It slams into me. Into us and rises through muscle and sinew. Through cells and nerve endings.
Pure, acute bliss.
The best feeling in the world.
Him and me.
