Michael
Being with Dax was so much better than the fantasies I’d had. Now, I could smell him, feel him, and hear his reactions. It was so my own real-life porn and I couldn’t get enough of it. But it was better, because I knew every moan and whimper I drew out of him was genuine, not forced or scripted. Plus, it was Dax.
I sucked his nipple into my mouth, latching my teeth around the tender bud, sucking harder until he yelped. One hand drifted down his body, taking in the way his muscles contracted under my touch. A smattering of dark hair covered him from his neck all the way to his ankles, so there was no denying who I was with. No fooling myself that this writhing person beneath me was all man.
As if to verify that thought, I reached lower, taking him into my hand for the first time. It wasn’t all that foreign, but god did it feel good to wrap my fingers around his dick. He noticed my hesitation, and threaded his fingers through my hair.
“Just think about what you like having done to you,” he instructed me as he pushed my head down his body. One thing was for damn certain; Dax had no issues taking the lead. There was no denying he wanted my lips wrapped around his cock. For a brief moment, I wondered if that was something I could do. Then, I decided that yes, I most definitely could. For him. For us.
My hands caught in the bristly hair around his base. Earlier, I’d trimmed mine back thinking it’d be a turnoff for him, but now, I wondered if he’d have been this amped up if I hadn’t, because damn was it awesome running my fingers through the trail of hair that led down to his cock. I’d ask him about that later.
I looked up at him as I lowered my mouth to his tip. I wanted to see his reaction. He licked his lips and I followed suit, allowing just the tip of my tongue to brush across his dick. I caught a pearl of salty fluid and instantly knew I needed more.
Perhaps I was a bit overambitious, because I gagged as I tried to immediately take him to the back of my throat. He’d told me to think about what I enjoyed having done to me, and the highlight of that last blow job had definitely been feeling his throat tightening around my head. I was surprised I hadn’t blown my load right then, but he knew better than to keep going. It was as if he was trying to see how long he could keep me hard and on the brink of orgasm.
“This isn’t a race,” Dax reminded me. He cupped the sides of my head and held me steady. He slowly arched off the bed, giving me just as much of his cock as he wanted to before pulling back. With him in total control of that part, it left me open to think about what else I wanted to do to him. My hands ran over his strong thighs, down the tops and up the insides until I bumped against his balls.
Dax widened his stance and bent his knees, giving me access to his sexy ass. Never before in my life had I thought of a bare ass as anything beyond a bit strange. My fingers traced through his cleft. Since he wasn’t letting up on fucking my mouth, I reached up and fed my fingers into his mouth.
“Mmm, do it, Michael,” he urged. I pressed my wet finger into his hole, still thinking this had to be the strangest thing ever. Then, I was consumed by his searing heat. The way his muscles clenched, drawing me deeper into his body.
On a clinical level, I knew what the prostate was, but until recently I’d never thought of it in a sexual manner. And until a few minutes ago, I hadn’t believed it could feel good. But it’d been amazing and I wanted to return that pleasure to Dax. It took me no time at all to find what I was looking for. I paid close attention to my lover as I experimented. Pressing did nothing for him, but when I grazed the pad of my finger slowly over that spot, his eyes practically crossed and he lost control of the pace he’d set with my mouth.
Feeling a bit more confident now, I added a second finger alongside of the first. I twisted them around, loving the way Dax came unglued. Eventually, he gave up on the blow job and pushed hard on my shoulder.
“Are you ready for more?” The pleading tone in his voice shattered me. I wasn’t sure if I was, but I wanted to be. I wanted to be everything for him the way he was for me.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said, embarrassed that I sounded so pathetic.
“Sure you do, baby,” he assured me. “You’ve done this before, it’s just a little different this time. Grab the condom out of the nightstand.”
“I don’t have any,” I admitted to him. Before, I hadn’t needed anything, and I sure as hell hadn’t thought we’d get to this point so quickly. I was painfully unprepared.
“Just open the damn drawer on my side of the bed,” he insisted. There was a fleeting pang when he referred to it as his side of the bed, but then I decided even that was okay by me. I wanted him to have his side of the bed. If not for circumstances on the other side of the door, I’d have him there every damn night.
I did as he asked and laughed when I saw a fresh box of condoms and lube in the drawer. I fumbled trying to remove the damn safety seal on the lube. He’d come so close to making tonight perfect, only to ruin it by not realizing how hard it’d be to pull that off when I could barely think straight.
“Here, let me get that,” he said, holding out his hand. I gave him the bottle and waited for him to hand it back to me. I fell back on my heels when he squirted a dollop on his fingers and reached between his legs.
Dax groaned as he shoved those fingers deep inside his own ass. I never would have thought to do that. He continued fucking himself and suggested that I hurry up and roll the condom down my shaft if I wanted to get in there.
My hands were shaking visibly as I tore open the foil packet. I dropped the condom onto the bed twice before managing to get it in place. “Now what?”
“Now, you fuck me,” he deadpanned. “Just go easy, it’s been a while.” I considered asking him how long, but decided I really didn’t want to know. Right then, I wanted to pretend nothing else in the world existed other than us.
He motioned me closer to him and I obeyed. He filled his palm with lube and slicked my shaft. It was wet and sloppy, but oh so good. I finally had to push his hand away, otherwise I was going to come from just his hand. He’d kept me on the edge for too long as it was.
I moved between his legs and lined up my dick, pressing against his opening. He was so tight, I had no clue how I was supposed to fit in there. I mean, it’s not like I was hung like some of those porn stars, but I’d been worried about adding a second finger, and I liked to think I was bigger than that.
“Stop thinking,” he groaned. He reached down for my hips and pulled me toward him. The head of my cock pressed into his body. “That’s it. Just give me a minute.”
His eyes clenched shut and I worried he wasn’t enjoying this as much as he swore he would. The contorted expression on his face looked closer to agony.
“Okay, now.” As I pushed deeper into him, he reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down to him. “Kiss me, Michael.”
I slid my hand under his head, cupping him as I pressed my lips to his. I wanted to move. Needed to fuck him, but I was afraid that the moment I did this would all be over. Our mouths tangled in an uncoordinated mess of teeth and lips and tongues. I couldn’t get deep enough inside his body, not with my tongue or my dick. Never before had I felt such a visceral need to be part of someone.
“You need to move, baby,” he said after the kiss dragged on long enough that we were both panting. He shifted under me, pulling his good leg back toward his chest. I briefly worried about whether or not this worked for him, but the exaggerated moan the first time I pulled back until I almost slipped free from his body and then hammered back into him removed every doubt.
