“I’m not.” He helped me roll to my side and crawled behind me. One of his solid arms slid under my head, and I turned to kiss his bicep. He chuckled and returned his fingers to my hole. The angle was different and wasn’t as good as he worked more lube into me. “So, this feels okay?”
“Yeah.” He kissed along my neck, and it was too much, the way he kept checking in with me. “Do you not want to do this?”
He grunted, then rocked forward, shifting his weight behind me. His cock poked at my ass, the slick head kissing my cheek and leaving a damp trail. “Yes, I do.”
“Then why are you wasting time?”
“There’s no such thing with you,” he whispered in my ear, and his flirty words should have sounded cheesy and awful, but instead they had tears burning in my eyes. “Stop fighting me. You’re tense, and I’m not ripping you apart. Let me do this.”
The soft lapping of waves on the shore outside that I hadn’t noticed until now gave me something to focus on as he stroked inside me. I couldn’t help myself and took my cock in hand again as the sensations flooded me, and he gave me a quiet, encouraging murmur and sucked on my earlobe. I was panting and straining into my own fist again not long later when he pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I groaned in loss.
“This should feel good. Relax into me. If it doesn’t, tell me.”
“Just—”
He squeezed my hips.
“Okay.”
Drew lined himself up with my hole, and I panicked. It had been forever since I had anything like that knocking at my back door, and he wasn’t small at all. He growled out under his breath as he massaged the head of his cock against my hole. There was plenty of slippery lube, and I wanted it.
“You’re gonna have to push in,” I whispered.
He kissed my shoulder and pressed harder, and I tried to relax, but it was difficult. After a few minutes, I got used to him being there. It seemed to take a long, long time, but all he did was gently move his cockhead around my hole while he kissed and sucked from my shoulder up my neck. He was harder than hell and didn’t go down a bit, and eventually, I don’t know what changed in me, but maybe it was his sheer determination that had him slipping through my outer muscles. He spread me and it hurt, but not anything like what I’d experienced in the past.
“Oh my God, you’re so warm and soft inside,” he moaned out, and I was weirdly pleased to hear that.
“You like it?”
“Fuck yeah. Damn, it’s tight.”
He eased in and his thick cock didn’t stop being uncomfortable. He pulled out and then, when he pushed in again, he slid in just right, and a throb of heat pulsed through me. I gasped and turned my head to nip at his arm.
“Oh, you’re beautiful, Peter.”
I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, but he rocked into me again and that pleasure bubbled inside me in a delicious tease. He was in no great rush and slid me farther into his arms. My head rested firmly on his muscles and his big hand was sprawled across my abs, anchoring us together. Slowly he increased the speed of his hips caressing against mine—no hard pounding like I’d been prepared for… and maybe scared about.
My head spun and I felt weak and cared for as he picked up the pace, sending wave after wave of tingly shocks through my stomach. My cock throbbed, and I slid my hand back toward it, only to have him tangle my fingers with his before I could grab myself.
“Fuck,” I snapped, without any real anger.
“Let me get you there,” he said, and I nodded. I’d never had it happen without my hand, but I trusted him. Somehow, even though I was sure I was older, he seemed to be more experienced.
He didn’t rush, and the buzz of joy built for a long time without me jerking off. He was holding back, the muscles he rested against my body coiled tightly, but honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could have taken it physically if he wanted to toss me around. Not yet. But I wanted to get there. I was working out and doing all those fucking exercises. Maybe that could be something for me to give him in the future. This man, who would keep himself from using me until I hurt, for no fucking reason I could see, deserved to be able to do whatever he wanted.
“You okay?”
I nodded and let go, resting completely back against him, allowing the last of my muscle tension to release. My cock was so hard, and he wastaking careof me. He groaned, low in his throat, and rocked his hips faster, but not harsher. I struggled with his hand where he held mine, and he laughed. My cockhead throbbed with every pulse of deep, electric excitement he caused by bumping my prostate. I shivered and turned again to nibble at his skin.
“Do you need it faster?”
I nodded, and swore he said something that sounded like “thank God,” because he was quick to pick up the pace. Sometime later I was floating and on the edge of bliss, when a soft wave of heat shattered me from deep inside my core and my balls drew tighter to my body. Some cum pulsed out of my cock as full-body tingles rolled me and I cried out. The sweet joy that slammed me wasn’t a sharp punch like jerking off, but different, better, and wasn’t stopping.
“Yes, come for me,” Drew gasped out into my ear, but I already was, and there wouldn’t have been any stopping it. He slid in and pressed himself tight to my ass, jolting me for the first time, but I was too far lost in my pleasure to care about the bit of pain he’d caused. His cock hardened more, just enough that I could feel it, and he was so fucking deep in me. The twitch of his dick in my ass matched one last delicious pulse from my cock, and I bit his arm hard. He growled, and the warmth in my hole was unmistakable, even though I’d never felt anything quite like this.
His cum was inside me. I shivered and kissed the red mark I’d made on his skin while I panted. My eyes burned and I wanted to cry but fought it off.
“Why did you do that? Go so easy on me?”
