Getting off like this might have been nice, but Scott still wanted more. He was so sure of it now, and he didn’t want to do this like a shy teenager fumbling their way through their first time.
He wanted Charlie to want to do this again.
He wanted Charlie.
“Please,” he begged again, his voice cracking. By now, the only thing Scott could think of was how much he wanted to get off, how much he wanted Charlie inside him, how desperate he was to come.
With every twist or slide of Charlie’s fingers, all Scott could think of was how much better his cock was going to feel, how much fuller he’d be. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed Charlie now.
To Scott’s dismay, Charlie removed his fingers in one fluid motion. He missed the fullness immediately, his body struggling to adjust to the sudden absence just when he’d gotten used to it.
“Roll over,” Charlie said, moving out of the way to give Scott room.
Scott swallowed, but forced himself to get up, his head light with arousal. This was it. This was going to happen.
“On my hands and knees, or…?”
“On your tummy,” Charlie said. “Trust me.”
Scott did trust him. Charlie knew what he was doing. Scott had never been worked up to arousal like this, his skin tight and tingly, every brush of the bedclothes against him making his breath hitch at how sensitive he was.
“Spread your legs comfortably,” Charlie instructed.
Scott moved his knees apart, keeping them bent, lying as flat as he could on the mattress. His cock ached under him, the pressure of his weight and the friction of the bed covers almost too much. He hissed at the feeling, shifting his knees further apart and groaning as his cock dragged against the sheets beneath him.
He wanted to rock his hips against the mattress until he came, but he wanted Charlie in his ass when it happened.
Charlie pushed his fingers back inside, making Scott groan into the pillow under him again. He shoved it out of the way, turning his face to the side on the mattress so he could breathe.
He’d never had sex that made this much of a mess of the bed before. Obviously, he’d missed out on a lot.
Charlie was still being painfully gentle with him, which wasn’t helping Scott’s desperation at all. He was starting to think that was the idea.
All Scott could do in this position was bite his lip and focus on the way Charlie’s fingers felt in his ass, his breath hitching every time they shifted. He almost felt ridiculous, wriggling and moaning under Charlie like this was the best thing anyone had ever done for him, but…
… well, itwas. No one had treated him like this before. No one had worked him up, made him wait, taken care of him like this.
Sex with Charlie was exhausting, and Scott had barely done anything.
If this was the first time, what was the future going to be like?
Finally,finally,Charlie’s fingers slipped out of him. Scott whimpered at the loss again, rocking his hips into the mattress in a silent demand for more.
But this was good. This meant Charlie’s cock was coming next, and Scott was so ready for that.
He’d been nervous when they started, but that was all gone. Now, he just wanted Charlie. He’d been teased enough.
“You ready?” Charlie asked, shuffling closer.
Scott nodded, holding his breath as Charlie moved behind him, closing his eyes as the other man covered his body, his knees touching the inside of Scott’s legs, spreading them just a little wider.
The first touch of the thick, impossibly hot head of Charlie’s cock against his hole made Scott bite his lip, his fingers twisting into the sheets underneath him.
This was it. He was about to cross an entirely new line.
He was ready for it. He was done with pretending he wasn’t into Charlie, maybe into men in general. That part, he was still figuring out.
The part where he really,reallywanted Charlie’s cock? He was sure of that. He’d rarely been as sure of anything as he was of that.
