I swallowed hard and opened my mouth. “Then be with me. If you don’t want me to be alone, then be with me. I’m yours… all of me.”
Hollis wrapped his hands around my biceps while our eyes were magnetized. His face was unreadable, and I feared what he’d say.
“I’m ready to try. I want to try.”
“Does that mean what I think it means?” he asked cautiously. I nodded and smiled.
Hollis’ grin returned and then he smashed his mouth against mine again. His hand gripped my belt while his other palmed my dick over my pants. My hands roamed all over his torso, gripping and squeezing his tight flesh wherever I could. While our tongues shoved one another’s around, my fingertips traced the grooves of his abs.
We made it into the bedroom of the suite. We tore our clothes off and tossed them haphazardly on the floor on our way to the bed. I took hold of my cock and slowly stroked it while Hollis leaned over to get a tube of lube out of the nightstand.
Fear that this was going to hurt creeped in. That kind of pain would never leave my mind. I had lived with it for so long. I didn’t want to ruin this. Not with Hollis. I reached out and took hold of Hollis’ dick while he flipped the cap on the tube. I gave him a few tugs, and he closed his eyes.
“Fuck, your hand feels good, Patrick… Mmm… Dude, don’t make me come in your hand.”
I smiled and kept stroking both of us for a moment or two longer.
“Get on your knees on the bed and hold onto the headboard,” Hollis said as he squirted some lube into his hand. I raised my eyebrow at his directions. “What? You’re not the only one who has fantasized about this, Patrick.”
That phrase made me feel incredible.Hollis has fantasized about banging me.I couldn’t keep the smile from my face as I climbed onto the bed. I moved on my knees to the center of the bed and leaned forward to rest my forearms on the headboard to wait for him. I leaned my head on my forearms and watched Hollis coat his shaft with a generous amount of lube. Our eyes met, and he smiled at me.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Patrick.” Hollis got on the bed and moved behind me with the lube still in his hands. I peeked over my shoulder and saw him put some lube on his entire middle finger and then a dollop on the pad of the finger. “Hey,” he said, grabbing my attention. He held my gaze and said, “I promise you. I’m not going to hurt you.”
He promised.
He’d been making promises to me since tenth grade, and he hadn’t broken one since. Ever. I trusted him.
My heart pounded again as soon as his finger touched my hole. Even though he’d fingered me before, this time felt so different. Like all the times that he’d done this, it felt extremely erotic to me, and soon I felt the need to stroke my dick. I reached down and tugged on myself and only stopped when he pulled his finger out. I swallowed hard, knowing what was coming next. I just wanted him in me.
I stroked myself again as he pushed himself inside. He had one hand on my hip holding me still while he guided his cock in me.
“Am I going too fast?” he asked.
“No. Hell no. I just want you in.”
I continued to stroke while he worked himself in. He told me to relax several times while I panted or grunted. I tried to control my breathing as best as I could because I knew it would only make it easier.
“All these times I’ve seen you naked, I never really mentally prepared for you to be this big,” I grunted out. He laughed.
“Almost there, Patrick.”
Soon, I felt his lower abdomen press against my ass cheeks. Hollis lightly slapped the outer sides of my butt cheeks.
“I’m all in. You doing okay?”
“I’m fine… More than fine,” I said. I closed my eyes for a moment and focused on how he felt. Everything felt incredible and nothing hurt. And I knew it was all because it was him.
“Hang on to that headboard now,” Hollis said as he took hold of my hips.
I smiled and held on with one hand so I could still stroke my dick or hang on to my balls with my other hand. He withdrew about halfway and then thrust himself all the way back in. The pace picked up with each thrust until he worked into a rhythm that had me panting and feverishly stroking.
It was a strange thing to think about while fucking, and maybe because I’d never felt this before while having sex, but his tight grip on my sides made me feel incredibly safe. Yeah, he felt amazing, and nothing hurt like I remembered. All I seemed to be able to focus on was how secure and good he made me feel. I’d never, ever felt like this with any woman I’d had sex with.
Our grunts and sweaty skin slapping against skin were all that we could hear in the room. Hollis thrust deep inside and then stilled himself, which sent my orgasm rushing out. I gripped the headboard as tight as I could and rested my forehead on my arm again.
“Fuck,” I moaned as the most intense orgasm ripped through my body.
My body convulsed around his shaft setting off his orgasm. As I shot my load onto the headboard and pillows, Hollis fucked me faster. His hands gripped me tighter as he hurried toward his release.
