“Grown-up,” he snarled. “Not today, Casey. I love that you’re there for me when I need my Big Brother, and I love that you play with me and let me have fun, but right now.” His pants dropped, and I was surprised as he shoved down his boxers, no blush in sight. “I want you. I want the real you. I want whatever part of you fucking slugged my father so hard that you thought you caused every problem I’ve ever had. I want the man who is willing to take that much responsibility for his actions.”
“I never told the cops it was me.”
“Good.” He laughed and it rattled around the room like spikes in the air. “You didn’t deserve to go to jail,” he said, words so low they were almost a hiss as he leaned down and kissed me again. When he drew away, gasping for air, his cock was straining to give his belly a wet kiss. The fat flare of his cockhead was wider than I’d ever seen it and blushed a needy pink. I ran a hand along his sleek legs and leaned forward to kiss a line from the inside of his knee upward until my cheek bumped against his tight balls. He gripped my hair too hard, and I turned and kissed along his shaft. I loved the way he encouraged me with soft mutters that weren’t actually words, and then I sucked him down, making sure not to give him any teeth. Nothing but the best for my cutie.
“No, no, no,” he growled out, and I let him move me off him, his hand in my hair a painful sting that only heightened the moment.
“Sorry, was I—”
“Fuck. In me. I want it. I want it now. You even put the plug in me earlier.” I half expected him to slap me with the way his lip curled. I would have let him and not cared.
“That’s not why I—”
“I don’t fucking carewhyyou did it.” He snagged the lube from the nightstand where it had ended up earlier and popped the lid.
“Naked, Casey.”
I stood and stripped as fast as I could. He watched me with an intensity that was almost disconcerting but had my cock ready for him before I was able to slide off my boxers. My pants had barely hit the floor when he had his hand around my shaft, and my eyes almost rolled back in my head at his firm, confident stroke.
“Condom,” I said.
“Fuck, where?”
“In the drawer where I keep the plugs.” He stalked to the dresser and came back with a square. I had two sizes in there, and if he’d come back with the one that fit him, I’d have let him fuck me. He obviously needed something right now—anything. This side of Angel was a turn on I hadn’t expected. He tossed me the condom.
“Get it on.” While I fumbled through rolling the rubber on, he dumped more lube in his hand. When he was done, he smoothed the gel down my length, and I was thankful for the barrier because I might have blown otherwise. My nuts tightened with that ready-to-spurt feeling and my cockhead tingled. He put more lube on me, apparently not confused about the issue it might be for me to fit in his ass, stretched or not.
“Bed,” he ordered, and I found myself listening to him, following his instructions, and I wasn’t as uncomfortable as I would have thought at being the one doing what I was told. When I was in the middle of the bed, he tugged my socks off, muttering about how it was weird to have sex with them on. I stifled a laugh because I wasn’t sure what would happen in his current mood if I let it loose. He tossed his own socks and then crawled up my body, a majestic predator I’d not realized was in my house before now.
“Tell me,” he said.
“What?”
He reached behind himself and I knew he was working out the plug by the way his mouth fell open and his head dropped forward. He groaned and flung it off the bed.
“Tell me you’re sorry,” he said.
My heart stuttered. “For what?”
“For not trusting me.” He leaned down and glared with his nose less than an inch from mine. His mouth was so close and I wanted a kiss, but I didn’t think he’d give me one right now.
“I’m sorry, cutie. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”
He bit his lip and some of the intensity drained out of his face, but a moment later it was back as he straddled me and reached down. His hand on my cock had me closing my eyes and arching off the bed. “Love it when you touch me.”
“Help me. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He leaned back and my cockhead slipped along his asscrack. This wasn’t how I’d wanted to fuck him the first time. I’d wanted to eat his ass until he was screaming and carefully stretch him. “Oh, Casey bear,” he whispered and leaned forward. His lips were soft and sweet on mine, and I sighed into the gentle kiss. When he sat up, he grinned. “I can tell you’re worried. Fuck. Me.” He kissed me again. “Trust. Me. I want this so bad. Need it.”
I nodded and reached down to steady my cock. It seemed impossible that it would fit in his slim body. “Relax.”
“That’s it? Your great advice?” He shook his head at me. “Yeah, no.”
“Treat it like the plug you had in today. It’s longer, not wider.”
He smiled, bit his lip, and arched his back. I moved my cock until I was pushing at his entrance and he sat down on me. It started to happen and then all at once I was spreading his hole. The pleasure of opening up his body scrambled my thoughts, and my brain shut the fuck down at the impossible engulfing tightness as he inched along my cock. I wanted to feel him completely surround me.
It took us a while.
He’d been ready to fuck himself on me, but the reality of my size had made him slow down. He panted and frowned and scrabbled at my chest, and I held his hand. I wished he had his eyes open, but they were locked closed while his brow furrowed. Tingles started in my balls and heat swirled in my groin. His abs gleamed with sweat. I plucked at his nipples, and he gasped.
