“Have you done this before?”
Maki touches my hole with his wet fingers and I suck in a sharp breath. His eyes are locked on my face, making sure everything feels good as he pushes in the first finger.
“No,” he whispers, kissing my lips once before pulling back. “Only on myself.”
My stomach swoops at the soft confession, my heart aching. I adore this man so fucking much. He’s so big yet so gentle with me. He tells me exactly what he’s thinking, exactly how he feels. I feel so incredibly lucky to have him.
“Jesus,” I hiss out as he pumps his finger in and out. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling. His fingers are so much longer than my own, reaching so much deeper. “You feel so good, Maki. Please. Another one. I can take it.”
Maki pushes in a second finger. I reach my hand up, gripping his bicep which is so toned it makes my mouth water with how badly I want to fucking bite him. My cock is wet with precum, making a mess of his jersey but that somehow only adds to how good this all feels.
“You take my fingers so well,” Maki says, his voice tinged with wonder. “You look incredible like this, spread out on my fingers, wearing my jersey.”
I whine as he pushes in a third finger, my hips starting to move of their own accord, chasing Maki’s fingers. My head is growing foggy with lust, the only thing I can think about is how much I adore Maki and how good he’s making me feel.
“Gods, Rin,” Maki breathes out, burying his face against the side of my neck. I can feel his cock against my hip, hard and throbbing. I can’t help but squeeze around Maki’s fingers with anticipation for the real thing. “You have no idea how good you make me feel. Not just right now, but just knowing you. I am so glad that you are mine.”
The hand around Maki’s arm squeezes so tight I’m worried I might actually leave bruises. The alarm clock on Maki’s nightstand goes flying across the room, crashing against the wall. How I don’t instantly come just from his words is a mystery.
Maki’s body stills and he pulls away from my neck to look down at my face, his eyes wide.
“Sorry,” I whisper, covering my face with my hands. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I just got overwhelmed and my magic flared.”
Carefully, Maki pulls his fingers out of me and I whine, clenching around nothing. He wipes his fingers on the sheets before turning towards me and cupping my face.
“What has made you overwhelmed?”
I hold onto his wrist, staring up into his pretty hazel eyes. “You,” I say softly. “The idea of being yours. I want that, Maki. Will you be my boyfriend?” He tilts his head to the side in a way that makes me grin. His thick eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. “You thought we were already, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Okay then, I’m glad that’s settled,” I tell him, tugging him until he kisses me. I’m swept away in the kiss, my body warm from the top of my head to the toes of my feet.
Maki pulls away and moves, sitting with his legs stretched in front of him and his back against the headboard. He covers his cock with lube.
“Like this,” he says softly. “I want to hold you while I’m inside you.”
I make a strangled noise before following his instructions, straddling his lap. I pull the back of his jersey up enough to keep it out of the way as Maki holds his dick up for me. I sit down on it, slowly sinking. The moment his cock breaches my hole, we both make a broken noise of pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp out, overwhelmed by how big Maki feels as I sink down, lower and lower. I feel stretched beyond what I can take yet somehow, continue to take him nonetheless.
“Rin,” Maki says, his hands scrambling to hold onto me. One hand cradles the back of my head, the other grabbing at my hip. He pulls me down until our foreheads touch.
When my ass finally connects with his hips, we both let out a shaky breath, adjusting to the feeling. It’s so much yet not enough at the same time. I want Maki. I want all of him.
“Next time, I want to be on the receiving end,” Maki says, his breath hot as it fans against my face. “I want to feel you the same way. I want everything with you, Rin.”
That soft confession spurs me into action, sliding up until I’m almost completely off Maki’s cock before plunging back down. We both whine, overwhelmed with pleasure. I can feel sweat start to dot the back of my neck, caught by Maki’s jersey. He warned me it would be sweaty but that only adds to the pleasure, being able to feel the sweat, being able to smell his musk.
Jesus, am I giving myself a jersey kink?
“You feel so good,” Maki tells me, his mouth finding the underside of my chin. “So good, Rin. I’m so glad I saved this for you. You mean so much to me.”
“Maki!”
“Yes,” he whispers, his right hand finally sliding under the jersey. He cups my ass, squeezing my cheek and forcing a whine to leave my throat against my permission. “That’s it. Keep going, Rin.”
Who knew that Maki would be the type of guy to talk ya through it? I’m not mad by this revelation.
