"I brought stuff," he says breathlessly, eyes glazed. "In my bag. Lube. I came prepared—thinking about this all day."
"I bought some too. Nightstand drawer—been jerking off to the thought of using it on you."
He laughs softly, the sound full of affection and heat. "Look at us. Both planning ahead like responsible adults. Who would have thought? Now get it—lube me up, finger my ass. Get me ready for you."
I kiss him again, deep and thorough, tongues tangling as I reach over to the nightstand and pull out the lube. My hands are trembling slightly, the anticipation making my cock throb painfully.
"We'll go slow," I promise him, needing him to know this. "Really slow. You tell me if anything doesn't feel right—if it hurts, if my fingers are too much. You tell me if you want to stop. Promise me."
"I promise. But I don't want to stop. I want this." He reaches up and cups my face in both hands, his eyes locked on mine, burning with trust and desire. "I want you. I've wanted this for so long—your cock buried in me, fucking me deep. I need this."
I work his boxers off carefully, sliding them down his hips, revealing his cock inch by inch—the shaft slimmer than mine but rock-hard, curving slightly toward his stomach, veins pulsing under the smooth skin, head a deep red and weeping pre-cum that trails down to his balls. And then we're both naked, completely bare, skin against slick skin, nothing between us—his heat seeping into me, our cocks brushing, sending sparks through us both.
"Beautiful," I murmur, echoing his earlier words, my hand trailing down his chest to wrap around his length, stroking slowly, feeling it throb hot and insistent in my palm. "You're so fucking beautiful, Jay— this pretty cock leaking for me, your tight hole waiting."
"Less talking" He's smiling, hips bucking into my fist. "More touching. Please—touch my ass, get me ready for you."
I laugh and reach for the lube, squirting a generous amount onto my fingers, warming it between them until it's slick and ready. I start slow and gentle, circling his entrance with one slick finger, the tight pucker twitching under my touch, the skin hot and sensitive. Watching his face carefully for any sign of discomfort, I press the pad against him, rubbing in slow circles to relax the muscle. His eyes flutter closed, his lips parting on a soft exhale, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
"Okay?" I ask softly.
"More than okay. Keep going. Don't stop—feels good, your finger teasing my hole like that."
I press one finger inside, slow and steady, the lube easing the way as his tight ring yields, clenching around my knuckle in a velvet grip that's almost too much. He's tight, impossibly tight—hot walls hugging my digit, pulsing with every breath he takes—and I have to force myself to be patient, to give him time to adjust to this intrusion, the burn of the stretch evident in the way his brows furrow briefly before smoothing out.
"You feel amazing," I tell him, working my finger deeper, crooking it slightly to rub his inner walls, the slick slide making obscene sounds. "Sohot, so tight around my finger—gripping me like you never want to let go. I can't wait to be inside you for real, feel this ass clench around my cock."
"Then stop waiting," he gasps, his body arching off the bed like I've electrocuted him, hole fluttering around me. "More. Give me more. I can take it—stretch me wider."
I add a second finger, pouring more lube to keep it slick, pushing in alongside the first, the stretch making him hiss at first—the burn sharper now, his rim pulling taut around my knuckles—but then he relaxes, moaning low as I scissor them gently, opening him up. The heat inside him is intense, walls soft and yielding, gripping my fingers with every twist. I curl them to find his special spot. I know I've found it when he cries out sharply, his whole body jerking, cock leaking a fresh bead of pre-cum onto his stomach, hole clenching hard around me.
"There," he pants, hips rocking back onto my hand. "Right there. Oh fuck, Ivan, right there, don't stop—rubbing my prostate like that, feels like lightning in my dick."
I work him open until he's loose and desperate, fucking himself back onto my fingers shamelessly, the slick sounds filling the room, his hole slick and gaping slightly when I pull back to add more lube. By the time I add a third finger, stretching him wider, the burn giving way to pure pleasure, he's a mess—sweating, trembling, incoherent pleas falling from his lips, cock throbbing untouched, balls tight and heavy. "Please—fuck me now, need your cock—"
By the time I slick myself up generously, the lube coating my veined shaft until it glistens, we're both shaking with need, my cockhead nudging his entrance teasingly.
"Ready?" I ask, positioning myself at his entrance, the blunt head of my cock pressing against his slick, loosened hole, the heat radiating even through the barrier.
Chapter 53: Jay
"I've been ready forever," I say, my knees bending to open myself completely for him. "Stop making me wait—fuck me. Fill me up with that thick cock."
He pushes in slowly, so slowly, the blunt head of his cock—thick and flared, slick with lube—pressing against my hole. The resistance is intense at first, my tight ring clenching instinctively, fighting the intrusion, but then it yields with a burning pop as the head breaches me.
The stretch is immediate and overwhelming. A sharp, fiery burn that radiates through my rim, making me suck in a ragged breath, my body tensing as that fat crown forces its way inside, splitting me open inch by agonizing inch.
"Okay?" he whispers, pausing when I gasp sharply. "Fuck, you feel like heaven."
"Yeah, keep going," I moan, the words tumbling out desperate and needy, even as the burn lingers. It hurts in the best way—like I'm being claimed, remade—and underneath it, there's a deep, throbbing pressure building, my walls fluttering around the invading thickness.
His hot, slick length sinks deeper, every veined inch dragging against my sensitive inner walls, the girth stretching me wider than his fingers ever did, filling me so completely I can feel every ridge, every pulse of his heartbeat inside me. It's too much and exactly right—my prostate already brushing against the underside of his shaft, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up my spine.
I'm gripping the sheets, knuckles white, mouth hanging open in a silent gasp as he pauses halfway, letting me adjust to the impossible fullness, my hole clenching and rippling around him like it can't decide whether to pull him deeper or push him out.
"Jay. Look at me. Open your eyes. Tell me how it feels."
I force my eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. "Feels so full—your cock's so thick, stretching me open, burning but good—it's splitting me apart, but fuck, I need more. Go deeper, please—claim me completely."
