“Me too,” he whispers. He places a hot, heavy hand on my back and drags it downward. “You don’t need to be though, okay? I’ll take care of you. And you know I’ll stop if you ask me to, right?”
“I know.” And I do. I feel completely safe with him despite the fact he has more power to hurt me than anyone I’ve ever met. I know if he hurts me, this won’t be how he does it. I tilt my face up and accept the kiss that’s waiting for me. It’s different from our other kisses. Those kisses, the other ones, they were kisses for kisses sake. Kisses for no reason other than the fact we wanted our mouths on each other. This one is tentative, gentle and questioning. It’s a beginning. A prelude. It doesn’t last long.
“I got tested last week, after we started making out,” he says, “but I have condoms and I’ll use one if you want.”
I shake my head. “No condom. I want to feel you come inside me.”
With that, he snaps my laptop shut decisively and puts it on my desk. He takes off his clothes without any preamble, dropping his T-shirt on the floor and shimmying out of his jeans. He isn’t wearing any underwear. His body is beautiful. It suits him. Long and lean, with bulges and dents in all the right places. Soft lines cut into his arms and his abs when they’re relaxed, going from subtle to startlingly ripped when he flexes. He goes from dressed to naked quickly and for some reason that feels surprising to me. It feels like this should be harder. Like there should be something more stopping us. He runs his hands up the back of my calves and tugs on the hem of my shorts. I lift my hips, and he tugs harder, easing the elastic waistband down over my ass. My shorts land on the floor next to his.
We’re both naked. I have a littleHoly shit, this is happeningmoment, nerves flurry and clench in my chest, but I rally when he flicks the overhead light off. Now the only light in the room is from my table lamp. It changes the mood in the room completely. What was bright and funny minutes ago is sultry and sexy now.
He runs his hands all over my body. Up my legs, down my arms. He follows his hands with his mouth and his tongue. He kisses every inch of my back and when he doesn’t have his lips on me, he talks. He talks exactly the same way he talks through the wall. His voice is low and hoarse. Instead of telling me how he wants me to touch myself, he tells me in graphic detail how he’s going to touch me.
“When I’m done kissing you here,” he says, dropping kisses along my shoulder blade, “I’m going to kiss your neck.” I sigh helplessly. “I’m going to kiss it softly, till your eyes close and your head lolls to the side.” My eyes slide shut as soon as I feel his tongue on the back of my neck and it isn’t long before my head tilts to one side. When it does, he kisses me harder and longer, pulling soft flesh into his mouth and sucking until I groan. He starts working his way down, running his tongue down my spine, making me tingle and arch when he gets to the sensitive spot between my shoulders. “If you like these kisses,” he teases, “you’re going to love the ones I give you next.” My breath hitches, he’s worked his way down my spine and is currently tracking close to my tailbone. “I’m not going to stop, I’m going to kiss you all the way down.Allthe way down. Bet you’re going to like it when I get where I’m going, huh?” I try to reply but all that comes out is a short, guttural sound. He chuckles softly. He says something else, but I can’t follow, because his tongue is licking a hot trail down my crack, he backs up at the last second, leaving me wide eyed and drunk with desire. “Such a beautiful ass…never seen anything like it…want it.”
“Hnnggh.” I admit I’m far from my most eloquent.
I feel him smile against my ass cheeks. He kneads my flesh, squeezing hard and then soft, peppering my ass cheeks with so many tiny kisses, I start giggling and twisting. He grabs my hips and pins me down, pressing my hard cock into the mattress beneath me. “Uh uh,” he laughs, “don’t even think about it. I have you right where I want you. You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to stay here till you’ve given me what I want.”
“Mm,” I say, aiming for a full sentence, but falling spectacularly short.
“You know what I want, don’t you?”
I nod and make several sounds ranging from silly to full-on pathetic.
“I want my cock inside you. Been wanting it for awhile. A long while. I want it badly. I want to be the first person to have you.” He moves his attention from my ass cheeks to what lies between them. He licks long, languid strokes up and down me, not pausing or backing away this time. I jolt forward, mashing my face into the pillow in front of me and garbling nonsensically into it when his tongue glances over my hole. I almost feel panicked at how sensitive and intense and eye-wateringly good it feels. “I’m gonna be your first. The one you remember. The one you never forget. That what you want?”
He licks me harder and squeezes my cheeks when I don’t answer. “Huh?” I manage.
“Is that what you want?”
“Uh,yeah,” I say quickly, trying to orient myself with the workings of my tongue. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Just c-can’t think when you talk to me like that.”
He laughs softly, “You don’t have to think, Blue.” He licks me and again and this time he works the tip of his tongue into my entrance, wriggling it, making my toes curl. “You just have to feel.”
I scramble to my knees, arching my back and spreading my legs as wide as I can. I’m hot and bothered, but even so, I feel a quick flicker of embarrassment at the position I’ve put myself in. I can feel his eyes on me. They’re on me hard, eyeing the most private part of me. I feel objectified but far from minding, it turns me on more. He reaches over me and pulls open my drawer. He finds the lube and spreads it on his fingers and then on me. I flinch in part from the cold and in part from the nerves. The nerves fade as he eases a finger into me and by the time he adds another, they’ve fizzled to nothing. His fingers slide slowly in and out of me. They feel like a lot at first, but soon all they do is make me needy for more.
“Jessie,” I groan.
I want to say more. I need him to know I’m ready but all I can manage is to say his name over and over. He understands, he must, because he sits back on his heels and lubes himself up. He’s stopped talking now. The only sound in the room is a soft, desperate whimper coming from me, and hard, uneven breaths from him.
He swipes his slick head up and down my crack and lines himself up. He starts applying pressure, moving ever so slightly to notch himself in where he needs to be. He pushes hard against me. I feel myself open. Slowly, slowly, and then all at once. My eyes slam shut and I cry out from the sharp sting. Instinct tells me to clench. I fight it. I open my eyes and suck two or three long breaths in as I try to get used to the feeling of a cock breaching me.
“Remember what the sphincter guy said,” rasps Jessie, “try to push me out.”
I do as he says, and as I do, he eases himself in a little more. He moves back and forth in tiny, tentative thrusts, penetrating me a little deeper each time. It still hurts, but a ghost of pleasure starts swirling around me, lapping at my ring, sinking in, flowing through me and finally, possessing me. Soft, light flickers at first, quickly growing stronger, deeper, until it floods me. I feel decadently, inordinately full. Not just my ass. I feel pressure everywhere. My skin feels like it’s pulled tight on my face and my neck. My cock is leaking, swollen to bursting. Instinct tells me to thrust. This time I obey it. My dick strains in midair as my hips start rocking. The ghost of pleasure transforms into something visceral and real as he and I start moving as one. It feels so good I don’t know if I can stand it and stay sane at the same time. Jessie lengthens his thrusts. Longer and deeper until his hips grind against my cheeks. He moans in relief when he’s all the way in. I do too.
He strokes my back, reaching all the way up to my shoulder, squeezing the tight muscle he finds there until I turn my head around and look at him. His eyes are half closed and his mouth is gaping open. Part of me can’t believe what I’m seeing. I watch as he thrusts, his abs tense and undulate as he moves. I see how he looks when he moans, his eyelids flutter and almost close completely. Nothing and no-one has ever looked hotter. His mouth quirks up when he sees that I’m watching him. His eyes glint and I know what he’s going to say before he says it.
“Don’t say it,” I pant, but I’m already smiling.
He’s Jessie, so of course, he does. “Congratulations, Blue. You’ve just received your first penis.”
I start cackling, belly clenching, as uncontrollable laughter bursts out of me.
“Oh, shit,” he gasps. “Don’t laugh. I’ll come.”
That makes me laugh more, tightening around him as he starts thrusting faster, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto him hard when he realizes has no choice but to go for gold. I reach down and envelop my dick in my hand. It feels so sensitive I start feeling like I’m outside myself. It takes several strokes for my brain to accept and understand the sharp sparks from my hand on my dick, and marry it with the deep, intense waves of pleasure Jessie is injecting up my spine. I ride the crest for as long as I can, my balls tighten and seconds later my orgasm rockets out of me, obliterating everything in its path. It slams into me with such force, I swear to God, I lose time. I travel through time and space. Everything goes black and then explodes into bright white. It peaks and surges over and over, until I’m limp, and I become aware of Jessie’s fingers digging into my hips, as he floods my ass with a piping hot load. He cries out as he does it, a deep, hoarse cry that speaks to me on a level I’ve never felt before. Even though it’s my first time, I hear it and I recognize it. It’s a sound that’s mine. It was meant for me.
