His eyes widen as it clicks. “Wait. You don’t mean… do you?”
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear. “I want that big dick inside me. Right here. On our gross, stained couch. I want you to fuck me, Troy.”
8
Troy’s nostrils flare, his pupils dilating. “Holy shit, Con. Are you serious?”
“Why not? We’re already halfway there.”
“Connor.” His voice drops, turns serious. “You nearly choked on it, remember? And you think you can take it up your ass?” He grips my hips, stilling me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. That’s a whole different kind of pain.”
“Then we better get some lube,” I say, climbing off him and heading toward the bathroom. “I don’t think spit is gonna cut it.”
I dig through the cabinet under the sink—old deodorant, nearly empty toothpaste, expired condoms. There it is. A big bottle of lube shoved in the back. I give it a shake. Mostly full. Perfect. I grab it and head back to the living room.
Troy’s still in the same position on the couch, but he’s shoved his sweatpants down now. His cock is fully hard, standing thick and heavy against his stomach. The sight makes my mouth water and my ass clench at the same time. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But I want to. More than anything.
I drop the bottle on the couch cushion next to him. “Think this will work?”
Troy picks it up and reads the label. “Silky Smooth.And it’s got a picture of a peach on it. Real masculine.” He grins. “Pretty sure one of my hookups left this here.” He pops the cap and smells it. “Damn, that’s strong. Definitely peaches.”
“I don’t care if it smells like a fucking fruit basket as long as it works.” I hook my thumbs into my sweats and push them down, letting them drop to the floor. My dick springs free, and a long string of precum drips down my thigh.
Troy’s eyes track it, then slide back up my body. He licks his lips. “Fuck, Connor. Look at you.” He pours some lube onto his fingers, the artificial peach scent filling the air. “Get over here. On your hands and knees. I want a proper look at that ass.”
“Hmm, commanding me around now,” I say, but I do what he says, getting on all fours on the couch. It feels weird to expose myself like this. Him behind me, staring at my asshole. The most private part of me. No one’s ever seen me like this.
“Yeah, and you’re gonna listen.” Troy’s hand runs over my ass, squeezing. “You asked for it. Now you’re getting it.” He spreads me open, and I feel the cool air hit my hole. It clenches instinctively. “Damn, Connor. You’ve got a great ass. How have I never noticed?”
“Because you were too busy noticing all the hot girls on campus.”
“Guess I was looking in the wrong direction.” He leans in, and I feel his breath against my skin, right there. And then,fuck. His tongue. His wet, warm tongue, licking a stripe over my hole.
My whole body jolts. “Holy f?—”
He does it again, this time with more pressure, circling the tight ring of muscle. Then he pushes in just a little, just the tip of his tongue, and it’s the most foreign, intimate, incredible sensation I’ve ever felt. My arms shake, and my head drops forward.
“—uuuuuck.”
“Never been eaten out before, huh?” he murmurs, the vibration of his words making my ass clench.
“No. God, no.”
“Just another one of your many firsts with me.” He dives back in, licking and probing with an enthusiasm that has me gasping. He’s sloppy with it, making wet, obscene sounds that would’ve grossed me out a week ago, but now are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I push back against him, desperate for more, wanting him to fuck me with his tongue.
He’s devouring me, feasting on me, and I’m losing my mind, drool dripping from my open mouth. I’ve never felt anything like this, this complete and total surrender. I’m a sweaty, trembling mess by the time he finally pulls back.
“That’s the best Sunday morning breakfast I’ve ever had,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
His tongue is replaced by a lubed finger circling my hole, slicking it up. I tense when he slowly pushes inside. There’s resistance. A burn. His tongue slipped past easily enough, but a finger is a different story. It’s a solid intrusion, and my body’s fighting it.
“Breathe,” Troy says, and I realize I’m holding my breath.
I exhale shakily and feel his finger sink deeper, past the first knuckle. The burn intensifies. It’s uncomfortable. Painful, even. But somehow it just makes me harder, my dick leaking all over the couch cushions. Good thing they’re already stained.
His finger moves inside me, exploring, and I start to relax around him. The burn dulls, and in its place, this strange, full feeling starts to build. He twists and curls his finger, stretching me open. Then he pulls out and pushes back in with two fingers.
“Fuck, that’s tight, Con,” he grunts, adding more lube.
