“Nope, I’m coming.” On the way to the bed, I pull off my t-shirt and pajama pants. Might as well make this easy. When Chase spots me, he does the same, stripping down to nothing.
When we come together, our kiss is electric. It’s hard not to think we’re going to spend the rest of the night doing this. Chase devours me like he’s starving. It’s all I can do to keep up with him as he lowers us onto the mattress. For a while, we stay like this, him on top of me, us exchanging urgent kisses. Eventually, my cock aches too much for us to continue like this.
“Please,” I beg. So far, I’ve held myself back with Chase, avoiding begging for anything and letting him take the lead as he explores his newfound attraction to the male body. We’ve kept it to hands and mouths, which is incredible, but I’ve been dying to have him fill me with his cock. “Chase, I need you.”
“Fuck, Nix. Show me what to do. Teach me how to please you.”
Those words nearly put me over the edge. I’m so wound up, I’m afraid I’ll explode the minute he gets a hand on me. “Grab the lube and a condom.”
His face falls. “I don’t think I have a condom.”
“They’re in the drawer on my side.” Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous, but I stuck a box in a few days ago. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but I was hopeful that we’d get here eventually. “I got tested after my last partner, and everything came back negative.”
“Me, too. I mean, after Kelley.”
“Good, we can talk about going bare another time.” When we’re both this horny, it’s not the time to have a serious conversation.
Chase drops the bottle and condom onto the mattress next to me. When I search his face for any sign that he might be having second thoughts, all I find are his wide pupils and big smile.
“You’re going to have to open me up.” I slide my briefs off so he can get easy access. My cock stands at attention, slapping against my belly. Our conversation has taken a bit of the edge off, but I’m still ready for him.
“I know.” He turns a deep shade of tomato red. “I did some research.” I’m dying to know what kinds of things he was looking at to get that reaction, but there’s no way I’m stopping to ask. Whatever it is, we can talk about it when my dick is soft.
“Good, then you’re ready. Put some lube on your fingers. Use more than you think is necessary.” Especially for his first time, I’d rather he use too much than too little. “Just like that. Okay, go ahead.”
I bend my knees and spread my legs wide. My worries come back to me, just for a second, with me here in such a vulnerable position. As I search Chase’s face, all I see is lust and want. Hepauses, and I’m about to offer him more instructions when his finger finds my hole.
“Yes. Fuck, Chase. That feels good.”
“Really?” There’s a certain unsteadiness in his voice.
“Keep going.” At some point, I’m going to need to remember to do this for him, if he’s interested. An introduction to the part of sex he might have been missing out on.
He focuses on the outside for a while, making small circles. Occasionally, I think he might be ready to insert his finger, but every time he backs off again. I make sure to let him hear every noise that comes out of me. It’s not over-the-top or acting, simply letting him know that he’s doing a good job.
Actually, a great job. Fucking fantastic. Five stars.
When his finger presses inside me, I gasp, caught off guard by the sudden change.
“Sorry.”
I reach for his hand, holding him in place while I adjust. “No, it’s good. Honest. Keep going.”
Chase looks skeptical, so I make my point by moving my hips a bit, pressing into his touch. “Chase. Keep going.”
His breath is shaky, but he continues. At first, every movement is slow and controlled. It’s like he’s studying me. Maybe he is. Then he loosens up a bit, making his movement a little bigger and more exploratory.
“Fuck. Give me another finger. I can take it.” It’s been a while since I did this with another human being, but I have a good collection of toys at home that are able to fill the void. Literally and figuratively.
Chase gives in to my begging and gives me a second finger. At this point, he’s turning me into a moaning mess of a human being. “Like that. Perfect,” I coax him when he scissors his fingers. “I’m ready for you.”
“No way. The materials all say I should do three fingers.” Now I’mreallycurious what he’s been looking at.
“I don’t need it.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
That’s a hard sentiment to argue with, especially when he looks so focused.
