“I’m ready now, dammit!” That outburst earned me another swat, this one anything but playful. My ass throbbed as the sting settled in. My head whipped around to see his hand raised, ready to deliver another blow. I could stop him if I told him I didn’t like that, but that’d be a lie. It hurt like a bitch, but it also ramped up my arousal. I was torn between pleading for more and begging him to stop. I said nothing, knowing Calvin would do whatever it washewanted to do.
“I should make you wait. But that’s not what I want tonight to be about, and I see no reason to punish myself for your impatience.” Thank all the gods and saints, because if my blue balls lasted much longer, I was going to need to seek medical attention. He shoved back into my ass, this time with what felt like his entire hand but was probably only two, maybe three, fingers. I hissed at the painful intrusion. His free hand came up to stroke my back, the tenderness of one hand and the force of the other short-circuiting my brain. “I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me if it gets to be too much.”
“Not… too much… oh, fuck!” Somehow, Calvin managed to wiggle his fingers around just right to graze over my prostate. I clenched my eyes tight and squeezed the base of my cock to keep from coming. I wanted to save my release for him. Wanted to choke his dick with my ass, strangle the orgasm out of him. “Please, Cal! I can’t hold back much longer!”
I whimpered at the emptiness when he pulled out quickly, held my breath as I heard him tear open a condom wrapper. Buried my head into the quilt as he dragged the tip of his cock through my crease. “Going to go slow at first.”
“Don’t need slow,” I reassured him.
“Never said it was for your benefit, greedy brat.” Calvin chuckled. “Some of us don’t have youth on our side. Want to make this good, not race to see who can come fastest.”
“Fair enough.” I laughed with him, right up until he pushed inside of me, slow and steady. Fuck, it was torture anticipating the moment he finally bottomed out. To make it worse, he kept pulling out and pushing a little deeper with every thrust, to the point I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to feel all of him.
When he was finally seated inside of me, I arched back, turning my head, desperate to kiss him. He nipped at my bottom lip before wrapping an arm around my chest, pulling me against him. “Fuck, baby, you feel amazing. Can’t promise I won’t turn into the greedy whore now that I know you’re right down the hall.”
“Anytime you want,” I told him. Fuck, I’d happily sleep naked and stretched if he wanted, just so he could come into my room and take me whenever he wanted.
Calvin shoved me back down to the mattress and started fucking me. His fingers dug into my hips as he thrust harder and faster, pulling me up just enough I couldn’t get the friction I needed on my dick. “Careful you don’t make promises this tight ass can’t cash, baby.”
“Not a chance.” I gasped, fisting the comforter as if I’d fall off the bed otherwise. “Never get enough of this. Fuck, you’re thick. So good.”
He kept up the brutal pace, pounding into my ass so hard my body crept closer to the edge of the bed. By the time he slowed, my head was hanging off the foot of the bed, and I held onto the comforter for dear life. Calvin hoisted me up again, still thrusting into me slow and deep.
“You can come whenever you’re ready,” Calvin whispered. He slid one hand down my chest, strong fingers curling around my dick. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, the entire time kissing his way down my neck and across my shoulders.
“Need more, Cal,” I pleaded, unsure I could get off from so much gentle affection.
“Like this or nothing at all. You can do it, baby. I know you can.” He nipped at the base of my neck, his free hand coming up to my neck. He twisted my face around and kissed me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth. He increased the pressure on my dick, his thumb dragging through my weeping slit.
Finally, fucking finally, my balls tightened. I reached around and cupped Calvin’s ass, holding him in place as I screamed through my release. My body shook as the last waves of pleasure rocked me, Calvin still thrusting into my ass. “Wanna mark you. Want you to be mine. No one else anymore, just mine.”
“Yours.” Calvin scooted back on the bed before pushing me down. I gasped when he pulled out, suddenly thinking this was a horrible idea. I wanted him back inside of me, back where it felt right. His left hand pressed between my shoulder blades, crushing me into the mattress. He grunted as the first rope of cum landed on my back. The bed shook as he jerked himself to completion, not stopping until he’d drained himself.
Calvin flopped onto the bed next to me, his fingers trailing through his release. “I like seeing you wear my cum.”
“Mmmm.” Words were beyond my capability following an orgasm like that. Consciousness quickly escaped me. I knew I should move, should at least attempt going back to my bedroom, but I was comfortable here. Warm and sated, surrounded by the scent of sweat and cum that only followed mind-blowing sex. The edge of the bed dipped, but I didn’t bother opening my eyes to see where Calvin was going. My question was answered when I heard water running in the bathroom, followed a minute later by Calvin cleaning me.
“Come on, brat. It’s time to sleep.” I was vaguely aware of Calvin scooping me into his arms and placing me under the covers. He laid down behind me, draping one arm over me. I scooted back until my ass was nestled against his flaccid cock. Round two would have to wait for a nap.
12
Calvin
A few realizationshit me as I awoke the next morning. First, the aching muscles reminded me I wasn’t as young as I once was. Sex had been something for me to endure because it was part of my marital responsibility, and later something to hurry through and get away from before there were any strings I wasn’t ready for. Which brought me to point two: waking up with a sated Frankie in my arms was just about perfect. The third realization was more like a bad case of cold feet. If last night with Frankie left me feeling this satisfied, maybe now wasn’t the time to push him into a definition of a relationship he wasn’t ready for. I planned to bring it up to him when he joined the land of the living.
Very carefully, I lifted Frankie’s arm and slid out from his embrace. He snuggled into the pillow and rolled over, pulling the sheet over his head. Mornings like this, I cursed my internal alarm clock that refused to allow me to sleep in. It was tempting to grab the latest sci-fi thriller I hadn’t found time to read and lounge next to him, but I knew I’d quickly grow restless and wind up waking my sleeping boy.
Instead, I allowed myself the luxury of a long shower to ease my aching back. Working out at the gym didn’t even leave me this sore most of the time. I switched the showerhead to massage and let the jets of water pound against my skin. Whenever the stream hit a particularly tense area, it triggered memories of why I hurt the way I did today. I soaped my cock and balls, allowing the shower puff to fall to the floor. This wasn’t the usual, inconvenient and annoying morning wood; it was arousal from remembering how it felt to be buried deep in Frankie’s ass. If I’d gone easier on him last night, I’d sneak back into bed and take him again, but if I hurt this bad, he had to be tender.
I took myself in hand, allowing my head to fall back under the stream of water. Frankie did this to me. Replaying the sounds he’d made, the invitation he’d made that I could take him any time I want, had me hard and aching. I stifled a groan as my hand slipped up and down my shaft, hoping release now would give me some level of restraint through the day. I still wanted our weekend together to be a balance of quality time spent getting to know one another with sex mixed in.
That idea was shot to hell as the shower curtain rings screeched along the rod. I spun around to see Frankie stepping in to join me. His hands were immediately on my hips, drawing our bodies together. “The bed was cold without you.”
“Sorry.” I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass. “You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.”
Frankie covered my dick with his hand and started fondling my sac. “I’d rather be awake than have you waste this by yourself.”
“You’re not too sore?” He shook his head, but the momentary wince as my fingers dipped into his crease revealed the truth. “Frankie, I don’t want you pushing yourself to take me because you think it’s what I want. There’s plenty we can do without battering your hole even more.”
