“Jesus, this ass,” I muttered, hauling Noah up to his knees and slotting my cock between his cheeks. It put a quick end to his desperate begging, cutting off the cascade of words pouring out of him in a hot little whimper.
He arched his back and pushed that sweet little ass toward me like the only thing he could think of was making himself even more available for my needs.
“That’s it,” I gritted out, rutting through his crack before I could stop myself. “Need this, babe. Fucking need to get inside you.”
“Oh God,” he gasped, slamming back to meet my thrust as my cock rubbed over his hole. “Please, Master.”
Shit. Too much. He felt too fucking good, and we hadn’t even gotten started… which was kinda how it had been ever since poker night. It was like my cock had no fucking self-control around him, and all the stamina I’d been used to having was put to the test, threatening to blow every time we got naked together.
It was a test I was definitely gonna pass, though, just like I’d somehow managed to do every other time we’d gotten off together. And step one was—
“Be good, Noe.” I grabbed his hips tight to hold him in place... but was still one hundred percent incapable of stopping myself from driving my dick through the hot furrow between his ass cheeks again anyway. And again. Anda-motherfucking-gain.
Not my fault. My cock belonged there. In fact, it was tempting as fuck to change the angle and stab it right into his hole, right here and now. To give it to him hard and fast and go so fucking deep that he’d be able to taste the snake when it drove up through his throat from below.
I groaned, long and low, fighting the temptation hard as I slid my cock over his pucker again and caught the head on his rim, earning a pretty little sob. But ’course I wouldn’t give in to that temptation. That wasn’t gonna be how it happened, not this time. Hell, I hadn’t ever breached him with anything but my fingers yet, hadn’t even gotten the tip of my cock in him yet, not once, so I definitely wasn’t gonna go from zero to balls-fucking-deep on the first go-round.
Fact: Noah had been begging me to do exactly that for weeks, but even with all the cumtastic hole-training time we’d been putting in lately, with all the hours I’d clocked stretching and playing with and owning his sweet little ass so far, guess there was still a small part of me that worried I’d split him open or some shit once I finally gave him the real thing.
“Please please please,” Noah was chanting as I kept rubbing off against his hole like I was fucking possessed, the words muffled where he had his face smashed into the bedspread.
Desperate for it? Hell to the yes. And the way he was going on, it sure as fuck sounded like he shared exactly zero of those worries of mine… probably because he didn’t.
And if I gave in and fucked him this way? Right here, right now, without any lube, prep, or warning? Iknewmy boy, and he’d blissfully thank me for that shit whether it hurt him or not... and no doubt come like a damn firehose while he was at it, too, impaled on all nine inches and grateful for every one of them.
Not… gonna…happen…though.
No matter how fucking tempting it was.
“Fuck, Noah,” I gritted out, calling up all my reserves of self-control as my cock slipped through his crack a little easier, a little faster, the thin sheen of sweat that had appeared on his skin making it hot and slick and motherfuckingglow.
He panted beneath me, our harsh breaths perfectly in sync, and I leaned over his back, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder so I could suck another mark on the side of his throat, just above the collar… which, conveniently, wedged my cock even more firmly between his ass cheeks.
Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk, it felt almost as good as actually fucking.
No. It wasNoah. Even without my cock inside him yet, that fact alone already made it feel better than any fucking I’d ever done.
He rocked underneath me, his tight little body feeling so damn good that I saw stars... and when he started begging for my cock again, begging me to put it inside him already, I admitted to myself that maybe,maybe, I’d been a little overly cautious with his extended hole-training regimen.
We were doing three fingers on the regular now and he went off like a goddamn rocket when I pounded his P-spot with them, always begging for more no matter how much I gave him, because his ass was goddamn insatiable. Guess those internet horror stories had scarred me a little, though, because as much of a fucking rush as it was to get him off like that, for all that he took my thick fingers so damn well and proved every time that he was always hungry for more, I’d still held back from actually fucking him.
But now?
Now, shit was different. Now, Noah was myboyfriend.
Not quite sure why that should make a difference when he’d already been everything else to me, but fuck. Somehow, it did.
“Please,God,please,Gage. Please fuck me,” he begged.
Jesus. How was I supposed to say no to that? Not that I had any interest in “no,” of course, so okay then. Enough training. Noah could take it. Today was his ass’s graduation day.
“Gonna make this good for you, Noe,” I promised, forcing myself to stop fucking his crack for a second because as slick as the glide was, relying on nothing but bodily fluids—sweat, spit, and the slow trickle of precum he’d managed to coax out of my monster cock—definitely wasn’t going to cut it for this next step. “Need to grab the lube, baby.”
Noah made another please-do-me-Daddy sound and I leaned over his back to grab the bottle of lube we’d been keeping next to the bed, holding back a groan of my own. Except… fuckingfucktwats.
The lube was empty.
“Shit,” I said, glaring at the bottle. Empty? Seriously? How the fuck had that happened? Was there a jerk-off fairy who’d been sneaking into the dorms to rub one out while we were sleeping or some shit? Because no way had we gone through that much lube already.
