Rusty’s eyes widened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Bendy,” he said. “Should’ve opened with ‘I can fold myself in two,’ mate.”
“‘I like your jacket’ wasn’t a good enough opener for you?” he asked.
“Apparently it was,” Rusty shifted again, lining himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against Blake’s hole. “I would’ve taken ‘hey, wanna get naked together?’ too.”
Blake laughed, but it was cut off by Rusty pushing forward, the head of his cock slipping inside Blake’s body, stretching him just a little too much, a burst of pressure making him wriggle as Rusty shoved forward, filling him inch by inch until he was in as deep as he could go, his balls brushing against Blake’s ass.
Blake bit down on his lip again, overwhelmed by how full he felt, how thick Rusty was—too thick, his body struggling to adjust, his stomach clenching as he tried to force himself to relax again.
Rusty stroked his thigh, soothing the tension there, helping him breathe through it. Like he knew. Like he cared.
Blake groaned low and long as his body finally adjusted, tense muscles loosening up, his stomach relaxing again. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he wasn’t about to have to back out at the last moment.
“You okay?” Rusty asked.
“Better than okay,” Blake responded, letting his head fall back into the pillow it was resting on. All he could see at this angle was Rusty’s arm above him, muscles tense as he gripped the headboard.
This was going to be good.
“Little tight,” Rusty said, his voice strained. He rested his hand on Blake’s stomach again, rubbing his thumb in small circles, just barely missing his cock as he did so.
“You’re a little big,” Blake murmured, rocking his hips the tiniest amount, testing how it’d feel when Rusty started to move.
Stars burst in front of his eyes as Rusty’s cock shifted inside him, heat and pressure making him ache with need.
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Rusty responded, leaning a little further forward, bending Blake practically in half.
He could take it. He’d always been flexible, and part of him had secretly known it’d come in handy when he finally got around to being with someone.
Blake bit his lip as Rusty pulled out almost all the way, just the head of his cock still inside Blake’s body, and then moaned as he shoved back in, his breath catching in his chest as Rusty filled him all over again, touching him deeper inside than he could ever manage by himself.
Sex with other people wasamazing.
“More,” Blake demanded, too turned on to wait any longer. He knew what he wanted. He wanted Rusty, hard and fast andnow, fucking him so that the headboard banged against the wall.
Rusty apparently didn’t need to be told twice, his second thrust coming harder and faster, slamming into Blake’s body, making him gasp at the intensity. He felt as though Rusty had figured out every sensitive spot he had and was touching every one of them at once.
Blake screwed his eyes shut, stars bursting behind his eyelids, the bedsprings creaking under him as Rusty filled him over and over, arousal building faster than Blake could handle, blood rushing in his ears.
He was going to come too soon. He was going to embarrass himself in front of the most beautiful man he’d ever met, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Not with his cock brushing against the skin of Rusty’s stomach, the sensitive head catching and dragging, smearing precome all over. It was too much, too much to bear, and Rusty wasn’t slowing down, the headboard banging against the wall behind them, Rusty grunting and moaning above him, getting off on Blake’s body.
It was toomuch.
Blake reached down between them, curling his fingers around his cock to get himself off. He couldn’t hold out any longer. He needed to come.
He gasped as soon as he made contact with his own oversensitive cock, biting down on his lip as he brushed his thumb over the head, his knuckles dragging against the soft skin of Rusty’s stomach.
They were so close together, heat rolling off Rusty’s body, beads of sweat trickling down Blake’s skin, soaking into the sheets beneath him.
“Gonna,” Blake gritted out, hoping it was enough warning for Rusty.
Rusty jerked his hips harder, sending sharp spikes of pleasure deep into Blake’s gut, leaving him gripping his cock tighter, stroking himself in time with Rusty’s hips, gasping with every breath as he pulled Rusty in closer with all the strength left in his protesting thighs.
White hot pleasure shot down Blake’s spine like lighting, his cock twitching in his hand as he started to come, hips rocking back against Rusty, balls aching as his orgasm washed over him, drawn out a little more by every movement of Rusty’s hips, every time his cock touched Blake in just the right spot.
The room spun around him, even with his eyes screwed shut, until all he could do was ride it out, listening the blood rushing in his ears, the sound of Rusty moaning above him, his thrusts faltering, jerking, and then slowing to a stop.
