Van chuckled lightly, cupping my face again. “Careful what you wish for, Alistair.”
All too abruptly, Van slid his fingers out of me, the sudden rush of emptiness filling me and causing a whimper of discontent to fall on the sheets between us. Before I could blink and register what was happening, Van was moving, positioning himself between my legs and repeating his earlier notion of lifting my legs toward my chest. And once again, on instinct, I grabbed my legs to help him have the best access to my hole.
I probably should have been more worried about making him wear protection, because I was normally the kind of guy who didn’t mess around with the possibility of getting anything and just playing it safe. However, that wasn’t the loudest thought in my mind. I just wanted Van so bad that I, regrettably, ignored that whisper in the back of my mind. I’d make sure to get tested before tour, that much was absolutely happening. But there was also a part of me that trusted Van and believed that he wouldn’t do that to me. After all, it would have been pretty wild to keep working at a job after you fucked the boss and gave him chlamydia or something.
The point being was I knew it was a bad decision, but it was a bad decision I was willing to make.
His eyes marinated into mine, a stare so full of the things we didn’t need to speak to one another that it actually scared me a little bit. I’d never felt so connected to someone, let alone so connected to someone when we were about to have sex for the first time. Van was opening me up in many ways, in ways I never could have been prepared for.
Van grabbed his dick, stroking himself for a few measures. My dick leapt as I watched him spit, his saliva being caught by the fist wrapped around his dick as he spread the wetness to his length. His aim was honestly impressive, and I groaned at the sight of being allowed to witness Van stroke himself and lube his dick with his own spit. I was so turned on I thought I was going to collapse in on myself.
Pressure met my hole as the head of his dick met me for the first time. All the anticipation that had been itching under my skin for this moment ceased, and the silent idea that what I’d been waiting for was finally here.
The eye contact didn’t stop even as Van started to press his cock into my hole. My mouth dropped open, feeling every amount of pressure that he was applying so that he could fit himself inside me. He stopped once the head popped in, glancing down at me with a knowing look on his face. Wordlessly, I nodded, telling him that it was okay to continue. It was starting to burn like a bitch, but there was no way in hell I was stopping. I wanted Van to stay true to his implications and rail the fuck out of me. That could only happen if I braved the pain now so I could get to the inevitable pleasure that was waiting for me on the other side.
Giving me a nod back in return, Van made a slow pace of pushing inside me. He would stop every couple of inches, waiting for me to give him some sort of cue that I was okay enough for him to go on. Both of us were panting by the time he was all the way inside, his pelvis flush against my ass and his balls firmly pressed to my skin.
I saw nothing but kindness and affirmed gentleness in his eyes the entire time. I gave him a smirk that probably came off more like a contented smile, but I didn’t feel self-conscious. Van was already so familiar to me that I couldn’t help but see him as someone I was completely safe around.
“Feeling better?”
“Fuck yes.” I hissed back, feeling adjusted to his substantial size.
Laughing lightly, Van lowered himself down so that he could kiss me again, his tongue feeling like lightning in my mouth. If it were possible for me to get drunk off of a man’s kiss, I’d forever be an alcoholic with Van. He had this way of blending his desperation for me into a comforted cocoon, and it was something I never wanted to part with. Which didn’t bode well for me in the future.
Future Alistair could deal with that fallout. Present Alistair was about to get fucked.
The stupidly handsome smugness on Van’s face as he started to pull his hips back, allowing his dick to slide out of me, was just as agonizing as the slow pace he was exuding. He was so attractive and charming that it was dumbfounding. It wasn’t lost on me that I was an attractive man as well, but I’d never had the best self-esteem growing up, so being able to believe that a guy like Van could be interested in me was blowing my mind. I groaned obscenely when he thrusted back in, jolting my body like it was simply a ripple in the water of his motion.
And that was all the notice I got. After that first initial withdraw from my body, Van kept true to his word to make sure I was truly ravaged. He started slamming into me, shaking both our bodies from the impact of his force. Minutes turned into standstills of time, my mind incapable of calculating time when he started to experiment with his bulldozing assault on my ass, switching up the angle his dick was aiming for before returning to my hole with a wild recklessness that already had me teetering on the edge of self-control.
The bed was a fucking goner, I knew that much. It was squeaky for one, but the headboard was repeatedly being thrownagainst the wall from the sheer power of his thrusts. It was hot as fuck.
I was so overloaded by how powerful and strong and sensual our sex was that I hadn’t even thought to stroke myself, too hellbent on savoring the repeated strikes Van was eager to keep up. My dick looked red and swollen, ready to fucking burst from where it laid against my stomach. My legs were still being held up by both Van and myself, and I was making incoherent noises as Van’s pace doubled, his angle shifting just a bit.
When that happened, something inside my body exploded. I was convinced that I was seeing starbursts behind my blue eyes, thinking that my body was actually deciding to implode in on itself. The narrow wave of pleasure that radiated from me when Van kept that position, clearly taking into account my reaction to his movements, it was something so insurmountable that I couldn’t even begin to describe it. It just felt fucking amazing and I didn’t want Van to stop.
I had enough thought to snake my hand down between our bodies and just the act of grasping my dick was almost enough to have me spewing over my fist.
“Not a chance,” Van said, swatting away my hand and replacing it with his own, churning a yelp of ecstasy from me as he began pumping his hand up and down my shaft. “If you’re going to come, it’s going to be by my hand.”
How the fuck was he able to speak, jack my cock, and annihilate my prostate all at the same time? I could barely do anything but arch my body to meet his thrusts and whimper in a puddle of pleasure. His stamina was admirable, but his words were going to make me lose it.
“Fuck,” I managed to draw out in an elongated stretch of speech, brought on by the clobbering of my ass by his cock. “Van, I’m so close.”
“That’s right, baby.” Van purred, and I was already feeling my balls tighten from the low rumble of his voice. “Come for me.”
Your wish is my command, my body seemed to think, because I was groaning as I started to unleash my release, Van’s hand adamantly flying up and down my dick as I painted my chest and stomach with my cum.
“Fucking hell, Alistair.” Van seethed through his tight jaw, still pummeling his dick in and out of me. “You’re squeezing my cock sofuckingtight.” His hand came off my drained dick, my very core being obliterated in the best way as I watched him lick my cum off of the hand that had just been drenched. He growled as he ate my load, and then a true grimace appeared on his face. “I’m gonna come!” He announced with a loudly raised tone.
“Give it to me, Van.” Finding my voice at the last second was so unlike me, but I didn’t care. I was practically screaming my words. I wanted Van’s load more than I’d wanted anything in that moment. “Fucking come inside me!”
My words broke him as he plunged as deep inside of my ass as he could manage, feeling the kick of his cock as he fired his release inside me, my eyes closing at the sensation. Van’s cries of climax rang loudly, bringing me back so I could focus on the twisted look of satiation scribbled along the lines of Van’s stubble. His pants started to subside as his eyes found mine and our smiles aligned as we savored the moment.
A series of loud beats sounded from the wall behind us, sounding like someone was beating their fists against the wall. Both of us broke the stare we were sharing to look at the wall like it was the latest magical discovery. It wasn’t until we heard the faint words, “Shut the fuck up!” coming from the other side of the wall that we glanced back at each other in astonishment.
Bubbling laughter broke us, and Van kept putting a finger over his lips even as he struggled to keep his own laughter fromspilling out from between his phalange. I covered my mouth to muffle the hysteria, but the truth was, I wanted to shout from the rooftops.
