I don’t want to rush this. I want to come, and then recover, and come again. And maybe one more time before he bails on me in the morning. I don’t know if my body will be capable of that refractory rate, but I know I’m going to try.
I have to.
I want this—I want him—more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.
Catching his gaze, I grip his knees and spread his legs further apart, pushing them up toward his chest. He gets the message and quickly holds on to them, exposing his ass to me.
My eyes take in his pink, open hole. It’s so wet. So ready.
‘Good boy.’ I sign it exactly the way Leaf taught me, and Rome makes a disgusted sound, but it morphs into a groan when I press a finger inside of him.
With the lube he’s already used, he takes it easily, his body pulling me in.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as I slide knuckle-deep, losing myself in the feel of him squeezing around me. I indulge for a moment before pulling out to add another finger, pushing in deep enough to make him gasp, then out again to add a third. I spread them, fucking him hard enough to hear my skin slapping against his ass with the force of my thrusts.
Rome grunts and groans loudly, unchecked, uncaring. His hips move in time with my hand, and for a moment, I wonder if I can make him come this way. But he doesn’t let me try. He finally snaps, and his hand flies up, tugging my fingers out of him.
‘Now,’ he demands when he lets me go, and I bite my bottom lip, once more letting my eyes roam to his open hole.
My dick is going to go in there. This is a big moment. My first time doing this with a man. And of course, it’sthisman. The one looking at me with a mixture of hatred and desire. The man who probably wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire.
Rome looks like if I don’t make a move soon, he’s going to fucking run, and I’m not having that. Not tonight.
I lean forward and guide my cock to his hole. It’s easy after that, to let instinct take over. I hold him by the knees as the head of my dick catches on his rim, and with a single push, I’m inside—as deep as he can take me.
He lets out a feral scream, his cock lurching between us, precum beading around the piercing as I breach him. And then, between two heavy breaths, his body slackens, and I slide all the way home. Our balls slap against each other, my lungs letting out a long breath as I try to hold it together.
Fuck, he feels fantastic around me. Warm and tight.
And raw. Shit.Shit!
I didn’t use a condom.
How could I be so stupid? I know fucking better than that. Thom convinced me to get on PrEP, and I’ve always beencareful with my partners, but I don’t know Rome well enough to trust he’s been the same. And he doesn’t know me.
I want to care. Desperately. I don’t want him to hate me for this too, but when I look down at him, Rome seems unbothered by it. In fact, he seems angry that I’ve stopped moving.
His legs link around my back, and his fingers dig into my shoulders. ‘Move,’ he signs, and his heels press into my lower back, forcing me a centimeter deeper.
I groan at the sensation. Everything else is forgotten.
‘More.’ I see his fingers meet in the space between us, and then he adds, ‘Hard.’ He mouths the word so I’ll understand, and it’s such an easy command to obey.
I let my hips arch back, my cock sliding out of him, and then I snap them forward, our skin slapping, his body moving up the bed an inch.
He gasps, his head bobbing.Yes, he mouths at me, just the barest hint of sound with his breath.Yes.
So I do it again and again, our bodies meeting in a frantic fuck, sweat sliding down our skin. His fingers drag down my back, making me cry out, his own screams melding with my own. It carries on forever, an eternity, a never-ending spiral of pleasure that’ll probably kill us both.
And I don’t care. Only, I feel my orgasm start to build, and when I do, I look down at him and see he’s close too. I can feel it between us, his dick thickening, dribbling precum in rivers. He slaps a hand over it, gripping it tight, jacking himself as fast as I’m fucking his ass, and I know then that it’s over.
When he comes, his hole tightens around my length, milking my own release from my body. It’s almost painful, the way I let go. My spine arches, my cock sliding in and out of him as he holds on to me with a viselike grip, and my hands curlinto the sheets, ripping one from the corner of the bed as I empty myself into him.
Then suddenly, it’s over. It’s just my softening cock in his ass, my chest on his, my lips moving up and down the thrumming pulse in his neck. The tendrils of pleasure begin to fade, and the cool breeze of the room takes its place.
I don’t know what to say or do, so I do nothing at all.
Rome must be feeling the same confusion. He holds on to me for a moment, and then his hands fall to the sheets next to us.
