Oh, shit. “Was that—not okay to call you?”
He shakes his head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… Well, no one’s ever called me that before. It’s not asshole, dickhead, hermit,crouton—”
“You’re saying it’s sweet, in other words.” I cut him off. “Yeah, that was kinda the point, Gordy. Is it okay that I call you something sweet?”
He blinks at me a couple of times before rasping, “Yeah…”
“Just around the house? Or is it okay in public too?”
He swallows hard. “Anywhere is fine.”
I grin, nodding softly. “Okay, babe. I’m going to touch you again. Is that alright?”
He nods.
“Just keep your eyes on me. Bear down when you feel pressure. That helped when you prepped me for the first time. Don’t forget to breathe too.”
“Okay.”
“Remember, I love you. I willstilllove you come what may. Lighthouses are built to weather whatever storms arise.”
I watch as tears rim his eyes. “Can we—” His voice hitches, and he swallows hard again. “Fuck, I don’t know how to ask this.”
I think I have an idea what he’s trying to ask, given the look of vulnerability etched into his every feature right now. “Do you want to skip all the kinky shit, forgo all the rough stuff, and actuallymake love, Gordy?”
“Y-yeah.”
I offer him a soft smile. “Yes. Of course we can, babe.”
With that, I gently start to get him prepped. I remind him again of what to do when his tight ring of muscle, at first, tries to bar my finger’s entry. Eventually, he relaxes enough to introduce another finger. Slowly, I pump them in and out of his well-lubed hole. In much less time than before, I’m able to get a third finger in.
“You doing okay?” I check in with him.
“Stung a little at first, but now it feels better,” he admits, chewing the corner of his bottom lip. “Feelsmuchbetter now, actually,” he sighs.
“You’re doing great, babe. Just keep those eyes on me.”
When he does, I bite back the urge to snark about howI’m supposedly the obedient one. He’s just as down bad as I am, for fuck’s sake.
Curious, I scissor my fingers, looking for the spot I know will have him writhing on the palm of my hand. The tip of my middle finger glides over a smooth, somewhat spongey spot, and he jolts, cryingout in pleasure. “Found it,” I note with amusement, stroking it some more.
His entire body shudders, trembling with ecstasy, and his cock pulses out several more beads of pre-cum. It pools on his lower stomach every time his cock bobs with my thrusting. I curl in, greedily lapping it up and savoring his taste on my tongue.
“G-Gannett, you’ve got to s-stop. I’m g-gonna come, if you don’t. I want”—He grits his teeth, pelvis arching away from my hand—“you inside me.”
“Get my dick wet then,” I tell him, passing the bottle of lube over.
While he does that, I continue to stretch him, reveling in how tight and hot he is just clenched around my fingers. I’m not going to last long once Blackbeard gets in there. Christ, I’ll be lucky if I get more than a few pumps, the way I’ve been unintentionally edging myself this entire time—feasting on all the sounds he’s making and the way his body is reacting.
Finally, I slide his hand away, replacing it with mine as I grasp myself at the root, notching myself at his entrance. He sucks air in through his flared nostrils, puffing the breath back out through his mouth. I brace my other hand on his inner thigh, and slowly start to make my way in.
“Ohhhhh, babe,” I moan, sinking into his tight heat. “You feel so fuuuuckin’ good.”
“So do you,” he pants, his jaw flexing as it works back and forth, his mouth agape. “Oh, god. So good.”
I don’t stop until the tops of my thighs meet his asscheeks. When I’m seated to the hilt, I pause. I can’t move. If I do, I’ll fuckin’ come. “Shit, babe,” I gasp, marveling at the sight. “I’m in. You did so,sofucking good taking all of me. You look perfectly made for my cock with your legs spread wide. So eager for me. I love it—I loveyou.”
“I love youtoo, Gannett, but please—move,” he begs, one of his fists curling behind my neck as he tugs me down to kiss him. “Please,” he whimpers on my lips.
