I finally give in and stroke myself as I watch him work his fingers deep. He’s pressing them open, making sure he can take more, and it must feel good, judging by the way his back arches against the rock.
“Can’t wait for this to be your cock,” he says. “Normally, I hate bottoming, but the thought of you inside me … god, I want it. Want to feel you pushing in. Want your hands on my hips. Want you fucking me so hard and fast I can’t think.”
The water is loud as I move closer and snatch up the condom. I’m so ready for this, and I might not know what I’m doing, but it doesn’t matter at this point. My only aim is for us both to feel good, and I’m goddamn going to make sure it happens.
Only I have no clue how to get the condom on. I’ve never had to before, and I have my piercing to work with, which makes it even more tricky.
Kennedy must notice me struggling because he straightens and turns, hands resting over mine.
“Let me.”
I search his eyes for any disappointment.
“Never,” he scoffs. “Any chance to touch your cock will always be hot as hell.”
I can’t disagree with him there. He’s gentle as he rolls the latex down over my sensitive skin. Every brush of his fingers is a teasing promise, and by the time he has it on, I’m ready to go. I need to bury myself inside him.
“You ready?”
I nod, then remember to talk. It’s important. “Are you?”
“Very.” He presses a hard kiss to my lips. “Fuck my brains out, okay?”
I have no idea how to do that, but when Kennedy bends back over again, all I can focus on is the first step: entering him for the first time.
I move closer, legs slotting between his as I drag my cock along his crease. He’s deliciously responsive, pressing back toward me and making my balls ache with what’s to come.
“You good back there?”
In answer, I position myself at his opening and start to push inside. I’m not ready for the resistance, the pressure, and just when I’m worried that I won’t fit, my toppopsinside.
Fuuuuuuuuck.
I stop myself from going too deep, trying to mimic Kennedy’s movements from our first time together, but I think my brain is leaking out through my ears. I’m very worried this is going to be a repeat of his blow job, but I’m already desperate to come.
Two inches deep, and I’m done for.
Shit.
I need to keep it together.
I take his hips like he said, tightening my grip on them to try and ground myself. This is fine. I can do it.
“I can take you all whenever you’re ready,” he assures me.
“Yeah, but I’m not so sure I can take it.”
It takes him a second to catch on. “Ready to come?”
“A bit.”
The bastard squeezes his hole around me. “That’s the point, Ziggy. Fuck and come. Slow or fast, none of it matters to me so long as you’re the one I’m doing this with.”
The way his words are like a balm to my chest keeps me going. Fighting against the urge to let go, I slide further inside. Kennedy is tight, and it’s not easy, but his ass is working with meto pull me in deeper. All my effort to stop myself from hurting him is wasted, because the deeper I go, the louder he groans, until I forget what I was worried about.
Keeping control is rapidly failing.
“You can do it, Ziggy,” Kennedy says. “Let it all out.”
