“I’ve wanted you since the first day I met you.”
My throat tightened, and I tried to swallow the knot that had formed there but it was immediately replaced by another. My cock throbbed. My heart was racing.
Was I about to have sex for the first time in forever?
“What are you waiting for?” I whispered. “Take me.”
I put my hand to his abdomen, slid my fingers under the elastic of his briefs, and pulled him closer to me. Half his cock popped out. I licked my lips and put my other hand behind me to ease the fall and pulled him down with me. On top of me.
He kissed me. He kissed me deeply and passionately. Like a thirsty man who’d been denied a sip of water all his life. He didn’t stop kissing me for a second. Only when I found the strength to wrap my hand around his cock did he take pause, and his gaze flickered. He moaned and looked down, watched as I stroked and teased him. He was large. And thick. Then again, I hadn’t been with a man in forever so any cock would have been large and thick.
I ran my thumb over his slit, and it became sticky with precum. Without thinking, without second-guessing myself, moving on instinct alone, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked the traces of him on my thumb, and he let out a gruff exhale that made me moan.
“Fuck, Cole. This is torture,” he grumbled.
I smirked and used both my hands to pull down his underwear so I could continue this sweet, sweet torture, but Samir seemed to have wised up because he did the same with me.
As soon as his fingers wrapped around my length, I stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped… just stopped being altogether. It was only for seconds, moments of pure nothingness, then I was filled with pure unadulterated bliss from top to bottom.
“I need you to stop,” I stuttered. “Now.”
Samir looked at me, face knotted with concern and his lips quivered.
“Are you okay?”
I shook my head.
“If you keep touching me…there, I’m gonna come so fast I won’t know what hit me and… I need to make this last for as long as possible. I don’t want it to end already.”
He softened and smiled; he let go of my cock and looked to me for direction. There was only one.
“I need you inside me. Now,” I croaked.
“I… we don’t have lube and?—”
“I don’t care. Use spit and positive thinking. I don’t care. I need you to fuck me,” I said, and even though the words sounded foreign in my head, I knew I wanted this. I needed this.
Samir nodded and crawled down. I opened my legs, and I felt something cool and wet in my tight ring of muscle. I looked at him, watched him use his tongue and his fingers to open me up, to relax me, to loosen me. He checked with me before every little thing, every little change.
I breathed deeply and tried to loosen up as he jabbed my prostate with his fingers. I had to close my eyes, had to bite my hand to control my volume.
“Are—are you okay?” he asked again.
My moan was my response.
“Do you want me to?—”
“God, Samir, yes. Yeah. I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Samir nodded and sat up. He watched me as he pressed his cock against my hole, and I winced.
He pulled back, spat on his fingers, slicked me up, and tried again. I winced again. He pulled out again. He kept going this way until he could slide inside me without me wincing in pain. Until the pain turned back to pleasure, and he could tower over me.
We looked into each other’s eyes as he pushed in and out of me in slow, smooth moves. I hummed, the pleasure seeping out of me.
I knew I was close. Close to a thing I hadn’t felt in so long; I was almost scared of reaching it. Nirvana. Cloud nine. Absolution.
Orgasm.
