He got to his knees and crawled up over my back. Placing more kisses down my spine, he moved to my ribs and down my sides, all the while allowing his pre-cum to burn a trail into my skin. When he bent down to kiss my shoulder, his cock lodged between my cheeks.
“You’re making me crazy,” I moaned, thrusting into the bed, seeking any type of friction.
“My job is to get you so on edge that when I finally take you,” he said, kissing down my back and then spreading my ass, “all you’ll think about is me.”
The swipe of his tongue made me gasp. “Holy fuck.”
Carson burrowed his face into my crevice as he licked and feasted on my hole. I lost awareness of the world around me while he ate me out. It was as if he knew I’d never had this before. He licked and circled my hole like the patient lover I’d always wanted until he pulled away.
I glanced over my shoulder as he reached over to the nightstand for lube and a condom. If he took me right now, I could handle the pain. But something told me we weren’t close to being ready.
His left hand squeezed my ass cheek. “Lift so I can stretch you a little more.”
I growled. “I can take it. Just give it to me.”
“No,” he replied emphatically. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I wanted to tell him it wasn’t possible, but my selfish side wanted to know what it was like. I’d gotten so used to Leland barreling into me that I hadn’t realized what I was missing.
Up on my elbows with my ass in the air, I dropped my forehead to the bed and waited. Cool, lubed fingers circled my hole as he slipped one in before working in another. With the curl of his finger, he grazed my prostate. “Oh god,” I moaned. “Ya gotta stop teasing me and get inside. I can’t take much more.”
Placing a kiss on my lower back sent another set of tingling through my limbs.
“Okay, give me a minute.”
I wished I could feel him bare, but that was not to be.
Readying myself for him to slide in, I shook my hips in anticipation. But Carson’s big hand stopped my movement.
“Turn over,” he said. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
Nervously, I complied. Pulling my knees back, I locked my eyes on him as he carefully rolled on the condom. Emotions I couldn’t control rose to the surface as I watched him position himself at my hole. Words fell unbidden from my lips as he gazed down at me with affection.
“I’ve never done it face to face.”
Carson stared a long second, then smiled. “Then I’m fucking happy to be your first.”
Me too, sweet man. I wished I could say all the things I felt deep in my heart, but it would only make things more difficult than they already were.
Working his way between my thighs, he leaned down and kissed me as he slid the tip of his erection inside. He swallowed my gasps and moans as he slowly moved inside my body. Fully seated, he pressed his forehead to mine and breathed me in. I was drunk on him and ran my hands over him.
“I wish,” he said before stopping himself.
“Me too,” I whispered back as a tear slipped from my eye.
Carson began to move in slow, controlled movements until he was ready to pick up the pace. I closed my eyes and concentrated on not breaking down and crying in front of him. But he wasn’t having it.
“I need your eyes,” he panted. “I want to watch your face when you come.”
Nodding, I reached for my cock, ready to finish myself off.
“No,” he said, pushing my hand away. “My job.”
I memorized the expression on his face when the tendons in his neck tightened and his jaw clenched.
My hands went to his hips and held on as he dipped his hips to hit my prostate, crumbling my shaky facade as he stroked me to the end, my cum rolling from me out onto his hand.
Carson’s body tensed, and his breathing faltered as he climaxed. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Even though I couldn’t have him, I would have the memories of tonight and all my firsts.
