“Oh my god, Aspen.” His name came out like a prayer, my hips twitching and flexing without me even wanting them to. My body was confused, unsure if rocking back against his mouth for more of his tongue was better, or if it wanted more friction from his bedsheets against my aching cock. “That’s so fucking good. I swear I could come just from this.”
He chuckled again, and this time the vibration sank into my balls, making me squirm. When he lifted his tongue off me, I nearly whined at him to put it back.
“That’s because you’re humping my bed like a dog,” he murmured, in that sexy little rasp I was completely obsessed with. “You’re probably soaking it, too.”
“I am,” I admitted, panting.
“Let me feel,” he ordered, slipping a hand around my hipbone and under me. He toyed with the head of my cock for a moment, just long enough to light me on fire and leave me gasping, his fingers coming away slick with my precum. “You’re so needy,” he purred. I could tell he loved it, and a bloom of pride coursed through me.
“I need to come so bad.”
He growled a little, and I felt his teeth sink into my ass cheek, just one quick, proprietary nip, before he rolled me over, snatching a pillow from beside my head and wedging it under the small of my back. I appreciated the gesture, and figured it would make it easier on both of us.
On my back, I watched him dig around in the nightstand and pull out the same lube I’d used to frot him before.
“Ready?”
“More than ready,” I assured him, spreading my legs just a little wider to help punctuate the message.
His slick finger teased my hole for a second, applying just enough pressure for it to feel good, before slipping inside. I took in a breath, willing myself to relax around him, because he’d specifically requested me to. This part wasn’t totally unfamiliar. I’d done it a couple times, and liked it okay. But it had never been like this, with so much hot, pulsing tension that my brain felt fuzzy.
He breached me slowly and carefully, being gentle and thorough like I’d requested. He added a second finger, watching me intently as he curled into my prostate. I gasped, my eyes popping wide as he toyed with it, sending electric pulses through my entire fucking body.
“Ah, god, Aspen.”
“You’re so sensitive,” he commented, turning his face into where I’d lifted my leg to brace my foot on the bed and nipping into my thigh. That brief jolt of light pain bled into the pleasure from his fingers, creating a cocktail mix of sensation that had me moaning and practically clawing at the sheets. “That’s really hot.”
I nodded wordlessly, wanting to show my agreement that I was both very sensitive and really hot, but I couldn’t exactly form much in the way of coherent words while he was stroking my prostate and bringing me to the brink of insanity. More precum dripped out from my slit onto my navel, and I watched his gaze dart down to it hungrily, like he wanted to lap it up. I wished he would, but if his tongue touched the tip of my cock, I would probably come instantly.
When he’d finally deemed me ready to take him, he settled between my legs, pushing my thighs up toward my chest.
The burn as he pushed inside was both vaguely familiar and completely fucking unprecedented in my body. I bit down theurge to grimace, because the stretch was intense, but bearing down helped. So did the way he kneaded my hips, stroking me in a soothing caress that felt a bit like a silent apology. He didn’t need to apologize about the sting. That was just part of it. I panted my way through it, focusing on the intensity in his eyes and how his pupils were blown out already from how badly he wanted me.
“Just a minute,” I requested, when he’d sunk every broad inch inside me. I felt overly full, but little zaps of pleasure were already starting to shoot through me, sparking up in my abs and balls.
“You’re being very, very good, Caelyx,” he said, his chest rising and falling in heavy waves of breath. His praise entered my ears and raced straight to the base of my cock, forcing a groan up from my chest. I’d never cared so much about pleasing anyone.
“Okay,” I finally breathed out, wriggling a bit in his firm grasp and giving a nod to tell him he could start. I felt him do something with the little remote he’d laid next to me, but couldn’t look away from him to watch.
He started slow, with shallow, measured thrusts that scraped my swollen prostate over and over until my mouth was filled with saliva and my abs were pooling with precum, an embarrassing amount, just like he’d predicted. His strokes got longer and deeper, and my body started to feel like one raw nerve. My moans were slutty and needy in my own ears, but I didn’t care if anyone heard. All I cared about was him, and that he knew how fucking good he was making me feel.
“Fuck. You fucking own me,” I whimpered, my head tossing and thrashing on the pillow, the sensations so completely overwhelming that I couldn’t stop moving.
“Show me,” he ordered. “Come for me.”
We fell into a rhythm, a feedback loop where he would bury his cock as deep in my ass as he could, and I’d flex my hips up to meet his thrusts, forcing the vibrator under his strap to grind against him. I was melting into the sheets, both of our bodies slick with sweat, as he tagged my prostate over and over.
His raspy cries were getting louder and closer together, just like mine. I wanted it to last, but with how worked up I’d gotten myself over the last few days, there wasn’t much I could do to hold out. My cock was twitching uncontrollably, my balls pulled up tight into my shaft.
“Aspen,” I panted. His fingers dug into my hips, his perfect rhythm faltering into a desperate sloppy pace as he stared into my eyes, his teeth digging into that pretty bottom lip. The squelching of all the lube between us and the smacks of his body against mine punctuated our groans like a pornographic symphony. “I’m going to come for you. I’m so fucking close.”
“Caelyx. Oh, god.” He moaned, going stiff against me. “I’m coming. Oh, fuck.”
The sound of my name and the words that followed, so wanton and full of relief, was all I needed. My spine arched as I felt myself finally being pulled over that last little bump, throwing me into a state of ecstasy. I shattered around him, my hole pulsing as my cock jerked. He let the first two spurts of cum shoot out onto my abs, before taking my cock in his hand and stroking it like he was rewarding me, intensifying my orgasm and drawing it out.
By the time I’d regained full control of my brain, he’d pulled out and clicked off the bullet vibe, collapsing onto my chest and gasping breathlessly against my neck. My arms came up around him, holding his body tight against me as my lungs struggled to draw in enough air.
We were quiet for a minute, just recovering and breathing each other in. I couldn’t tell if he was feeling awkward or self-conscious, in which case I knew I’d need to be the one to say something first, or if he was just relaxed. If hewasfeeling awkward or self-conscious, I’d have absolutely no idea why. I’d never come so hard in my fucking life. Not even close. He owned me, like I’d accidentally blurted out after having my prostate stimulated so much I’d almost cried. I didn’t know what he thought about it, if he’d found it to be too much, or just enough, and I was slightly afraid to ask and ruin the moment.
