Beck gasps when I take his cock to the back of my throat while I lift his legs, pushing his thighs to his chest. He holds them there without instruction, and I kiss and lick down his balls and past his taint.
I work him open with my tongue and one finger, then two. The most he’s ever taken from me is three, but I want to stretch him around four before I let him take my cock. Not because my cock is the width of my fist by any means, but because I don’t want to hurt him. I want every part of this to feel so good, he couldn’t possibly have any regrets other than not giving himself to me sooner.
I want him writhing and begging for my cock. Only once I’ve worked him up to the point of no return, where he couldn’t care less who he is or who I am or what we’re supposed to be other than this, do I finally sheathe myself in latex and give my cock a few strokes with my lubed hand.
Hovering above him, I hook an arm under one of his legs and let the other wrap around my waist. I look down between us just long enough to line myself up, then focus on his face.
“Ready for me, baby?”
“I’m ready,” he pants, eyes blacked out with lust. “So ready.”
When I press into him, there’s no resistance. It’s not until I’m maybe halfway in that he struggles at all.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re taking me even better than I thought you would. Look at all that cock inside you already, Becky. Look at your ass stretched around my dick.”
Beck pushes up to his elbows and looks down, hissing when I push his hard cock against his stomach so he can see past it. I know he can’t see anywhere near as much as I can, but he sees enough to clench around me.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” I groan, pulling out and pushing back in so slowly it almost hurts. I want so badly just to thrust into him, burying myself to the root. I have no doubt he can take it, but that’s not what I want for his first time. It has to be perfect.
“Breathe and bear down, baby girl.Unnghyes, like that. Oh, fuck, baby. Almost…there.”
By the time I’m fully sheathed inside him, we’re both panting. Me from the exertion of not pumping this load into him immediately, and him from taking me so damn perfectly. I’ve never been more thankful for all the times I’ve threatened to fist him.
If I thought Beck was going to be a sweet, tender bottom, I should have known better. Within seconds he’s pushing up off the mattress, trying to work himself on me.
“Move. Please move. Please move,” he chants as he writhes.
I give him what he wants, pulling out and slowly thrusting back to my new home, pressing him into the mattress so I can get as deep inside him as possible. I roll my hips, each thrust at a different angle, while Beck gets more and more vocal. In between garbled words and moans, he begs for more, deeper, faster, harder. All the things I’m not ready to give him yet because I’m trying to draw this out and make it last. Make it memorable.
Finally, I get just the right angle to light him the fuck up. His moan turns into a shout that I almost interpret as pain, but his ass clenches around me and his nails dig into my flesh, one hand on my ass and the other on my waist, pulling me against him.
“There! Oh,fuck. Brody…there. Right there. Oh my God…”
I start babbling incoherently. Praising him, praising deities I don’t believe in. Praising him some more, because I do believe in him.
“Fuck. Me. Harder. Brody!”
Hiking his leg higher up, and wrapping my other arm around his lower back, I prop him up on the pillows just high enough to hold him at just the right angle. Beck cries out with each thrust, each pump of my hips driving the air and sound out of him as I speed up my thrusts. The whole time, I can’t stop muttering an endless list of praise, about how perfect he is, how I want to live inside him, how he’s such a good girl for me.
Beck clenches hard before he registers what’s about to happen. The headboard thuds against the wall, beating out a rhythm that syncs with my heart. The sounds of skin and grunting and Beck’s sharp cries get louder and louder until we reach a fevered peak.I lean forward and press my forehead to his, cupping the back of his head in my hand.
“Brody—” Beck wails. “Oh my God, Brody, I?—”
“Touch yourself, baby girl. Jerk yourself until you?—"
My mouth drops open in a silent scream as Beck’s ass clenches down on my cock so hard it’s unreal. It’s so good it’s almost painful, and I can’t breathe. His ring pulses around me, ripping my orgasm straight out of my soul. The sound barrier catches up, and I roar out my release as I pump the condom so full I imagine it bursting and painting his insides the way I really want to. I shudder at the mental image, rolling my hips and riding out the aftershocks as, thank fuck, Beck comes too, painting our stomachs and chests with hot ropes of his cum.
I don’t stop moving inside him until I'm in danger of getting hard again. Then I hold myself there, cradling his face and devouring his mouth, never wanting to pull out and sever this connection.
I have been with other men. I’ve topped and bottomed and once even got my cock sucked by a woman while her husband’s dick was inside me. That was intense, but even that had nothing on Lincoln Beckett.
Nothinghas ever felt this good. This intense. This impossibly, mind-blowingly perfect.
When I finally pull out of him, I’m shaking. I reach down with my fingers and rub his hole gently, rubbing his own cum into his ass to massage his ring and wishing it were my own.
“You were so good for me. So perfect,” I whisper, and give him one last gentle kiss on the lips before I pull away.
On my knees, still between his legs, I remove the condom, tie it off, and throw it in the trash bin.
