When I’d thought Smith perfect earlier, I was wrong. He was so much more than that. He was…everything.
“I love you,” I said again, because I had to.
Smith fisted the sheets and groaned into the pillows. “I love you too.”
Fuck, I hadn’t even started on him yet.
“We’re going to be here for a while, alright?” I dragged one of the pillows down and shoved it under his hips. “Get comfortable for now.”
He dropped his thick and leaking cock onto my pillow with a groan, then turned his head to the side and smiled at me. He still had the bottle in his hand, ready to go. I squirted some lube onto my fingers and teased them over his hole. Getting one into him was easy, two didn’t even take that much work. I told him to open the bottle before I even tried a third, and his body relaxed around my knuckles within seconds.
“Oh.Oh.”
“Are you good?” I asked, petting my other hand down the small of his back.
Smith humped the pillow, fucked himself onto my hand. “I amsogood.”
“Let’s stay here a bit,” I said, even though it wasn’t up for debate. Smith did not have a ton of experience with putting things inside of his body, but he’d done so well with that inflatable plug, I had high hopes for his ability to take my hand.And that didn’t come from a selfish place at all. Smith was out of sorts, and he needed to be pushed far enough that he had no choice other than to get out of his head for a while.
I stretched Smith open with three fingers for what felt like an hour. I brought him close to the edge without ever letting him get over, encouraging him to take a sniff whenever he started thinking too hard. On one of those inhales, I teased my pinky finger along his rim, and his entire body shook.
“Come on, baby. Open up and let me in. Reach back and spread yourself open for me.”
Smith moaned, eyes rolling back, but he relaxed so perfectly around my knuckles it barely took any more force to get all four of my fingers inside of him. He rubbed his face against the sheets and reached back to grab his ass, spreading himself apart for me. My fingers were pressed tight together in the necessary cone shape as I teased and pushed my way into him.
“So much,” he muttered, pulling some of the fitted sheet into his mouth and biting down.
“No.” I pulled the wet cotton out of his mouth and pressed my fingers against his lips. “Relax and take it, alright?”
He sighed and nodded, going limp against the bed.
Four fingers were considerably harder to fuck him with, so I added more lube and coaxed him up again onto all fours. The shift tightened some things, loosened others, and Smith’s cock left a messy trail of precum between his stomach and the pillow. A sweat broke out along Smith’s spine, and he rutted his hips like he was trying to fuck the air.
“I feel so fucking good right now, Riggs.”
Fuck, I loved the way he slurred my name like he was drunk with pleasure.
“So fucking good. Could come like this.”
“Not yet.”
I tucked my thumb alongside my fingers and pushed gently against his rim. He was so fucking tight, so slick and slippery with lube, and he was so fucking horny for me.
“I’m going to get my whole hand into you, baby.” That was a promise. “I’m going to fuck you with my fist and I’m going to jerk you off until you come. Yeah?”
“Please,” he whimpered, nodding vigorously into the bed.
I lubed up the rest of my hand and my wrist, smeared some extra around my left hand, then reached around and took Smith in hand. He cried out at the touch, muscles going tight around my knuckles. I changed the motion of my wrist to a scoop instead of a thrust, focusing more on the act of stretching him out than getting deep into him.
“Easy,” I coaxed, gritting my teeth. “Take a breath, okay? Take a breath. Take a…”
Smith took an actual breath of air, then moaned long and low. He still had his ass spread for me, knuckles white and skin pink. He was covered in sweat and lube, and he was so close to taking me up to the wrist. Smith had been so hungry for it, so patient, so pliant.
So perfect.
I covered one of his hands with mine to keep him spread, slowing my stretching down.
“Get the bottle,” I told him, relishing how loose he’d gotten for me. “Big one this time, baby. One side and then the other, alright?”
