Difficult.
Hard to handle.
These labels have followed me for most of my life.
And for the most part, I’ve never minded. I’ve almost grown to expect it. Welcomed them, even.
But here, now. As Brad showers me with praises I’ve never heard before, touching me in ways that I’ve never been touched, I can only hope he doesn’t see me as those labels.
Because, for the first time, in a long time, I don’t want to disappoint someone. For the first time, I actually don’t want to quit something good for me.
I’m not ready for this to be over yet.
I push my face more into the blankets, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck. I can feel the heat rising as he keeps exploring me.
“Look at what I did to you,” he says softly, his voice dripping in lust and amazement. He pushes his finger gently into me, and I can feel how much easier my body accepts him than it did last night. “So beautifully ruined.” He marvels quietly.
I nod my head. He really had his way with me last night to the point that I can still feel him now and that turns me on even more. I grunt as his second finger slips in shortly after. “I want you just,”thrusts deeper, “like,”deeper,“this”. The pressure inside of me builds even more as he curls his fingers, pressing on the marvelous spot he seems to always find.
A whimper escapes me as he pounds his fingers, and I crumble beneath him.
“I love the way you fuck me.” I can’t help the words before they barrel out of my mouth.
“Yeah?” I hear the smirk on Brad’s voice. “Look at me, Noah,” Brad rasps. I lift my head and look over my shoulder.
The look on his face as he stares at his fingers inside my ass, pushes me right to the edge. His face is full of longing, filled with want and lust, mesmerized by the sight as he rocks his hips in time with his fingers. I see his hand gripping his hard cock, twisting it at the top back down again.
The moment his eyes connect with mine, we share a moment I don’t think I’ll ever get over. It’s like we’re so locked in that nothing else exists. I know he feels it too. I can see it.
I bite my lip ring and see his eyes zone into the action.
“Fuck,” he groans. He’s getting close. “Come for me, Noah.”
That pressure right on the edge finally pushes me over. My legs tremble as the second orgasm rushes through me.
“Fuck, fuck, shit!” I groan, fisting the sleeping bag. I tense as my cum splashes down my thighs, coating the sleeping bag, while he rocks his fingers back and forth inside me.
A deep moan is pulled from Brad’s chest and I quickly feel warmth spread over my hole and drip down the back of my legs. “So damn good,” he exhales, running his hand down my back softly. “I knew you could do it again.”
I’ve never in my whole damn life come without my dick being touched. And somehow, this weekend, I’ve done ittwice.Un-fucking-real.
Before I can catch my breath, I gasp, feeling his mouth engulf my asshole.
“Oh, holy shit!” I cry out, burying my face into the blankets. It feels fucking incredible. His warm mouth covers me, while his tongue playfully licks and flicks across my hole. He’s literallymaking outwith my ass and it feels dirty and wrong and so fucking amazing and mind-bending all at the same time. It’s like it’s his favorite meal he’s ever had and the sounds he’s making while he’s doing it makes it all the better. He backs up, spits on my hole before diving in again, making my eyes roll back. The overstimulation is so much and I can hardly handle it as my body shivers. I lower my chest to the sleeping bag, spread my legs and rest as he continues taking his time with me.
“So perfect,” he mutters to himself, pushing his tongue into my ass slowly. He’s not even looking for another orgasm, I don’t think. He just wants to enjoy this.
I lay there basking in the feeling of being absolutely wrecked a little while longer, until he finishes, crawls up and joins me. Laying on his back, he lands with a soft grunt.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, running his hand through his hair. He stares up at the tent ceiling, dazed. I watch him, already craving more. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” He smiles softly.
I bite my bottom lip and turn my head to look up too. “I hope you don’t.”
***
I pack my thrown around shirts into my bag and try to ignore the tense feeling I have in my chest.
Brad has just left for a shower after I just returned from mine. Deciding to go separately was a strategic idea since the last time, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other and almost got caught.
