“Okay.” Who am I to argue with the sexy man who wants to finger me? “But hurry.”
Maybe I should let him play and explore, but that will have to wait until next time. The moment has been playing in my mind since I was thirteen. That’s a long time to wait to get the real thing.
I put my hands over my face and moan as he works a third finger into me. “Fuck.” Whatever he’s been reading or watching is full of good advice. He works me open with the patience of a saint. When he pegs my prostate, I nearly come off the bed.
“You’ve got to get in me now. Or I’m going to come like this.” Those seem to be the magic words that get him going. I sit up and watch as he puts the condom on and slicks it up with more lube. For a guy who claims he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he seems pretty confident.
“How do you want me?” I ask.
“Whatever’s best for you.”
I think about it for a second before I answer. “On my back. I want to be able to see your face.”
CHASE
I have to say, watching Nix nearly come apart on my fingers is in my top five sexiest moments of my life. It’s currently tied withwatching him jerk himself off that first night.
“Ready?” I brace myself, hovering over him. I’d have done this in any position he asked for, but I’m glad he picked this. I want to watch his face the moment I enter him, when he starts to come on my cock.
“Yeah. Start slow. It’ll take me a minute to adjust.”
“You tell me what you need.” I’m terrified of hurting him, but Nix seems confident. The materials I read said to trust him to tell me if I need to slow down or speed up.
I reach between us and position my cock at his entrance. “Good?”
“Yeah, do it.”
As gently as possible, I start to push in. It takes a second, but eventually I feel a pop as I enter. “Fuck. Nix. You feel so good.” I’m barely inside him, but his tight warmth envelopes me. God, I hope I can last long enough to make this good for him.
“Okay, keep going.” As I rock my hips, I watch his face for any sign of discomfort. A few times, his forehead wrinkles, but he doesn’t look to be in pain. “Like that. Yes. There.”
When I’m all the way in, I wait for him to give me the go-ahead. He takes a few long, deep breaths.
“Nix?” It’s so hard not to move, fuck into him with the animalistic energy currently flowing through me.
“Yeah, move. Please.”
It’s thepleasethat breaks me. The way he says it, like me claiming him, is what he needs most in the world right now. I unleash myself, trusting that if it’s too much, he’ll tell me.
Instead, all I hear are his moans and the cacophony of curses filling the room. Everything about sex with Nix is incredible. I don’t think it’s because of the difference between being with a man and a woman. It’s because of Nix. My connection with him is more than I’ve felt with anyone else. There’s a trust betweenus, a shared history that goes deeper than anything I’ve had before, even in my marriage.
With each thrust, I watch as the ecstasy crosses his face.
“Nix, I’m close.” I barely manage to grunt out the words while keeping up my pace. “Please.”
I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but Nix does. He reaches between us and wraps his hand around his cock, jerking it in time with my thrusts. I desperately want him to come first, but I’m not sure I can hang on that long.
“Chase,” he pants. “Let go.”
It’s all the permission I need. I yell as my climax hits me. Nix’s channel constricts around me, milking my cock, as he shouts my name. Between us, I can feel his hot cum hit my skin. Fuck, if that wasn’t the best orgasm of my life.
“I hate to ruin the moment, but I need you to get off me.” Nix groans as I pull out and roll to the side.
“So, thoughts?” He asks it in a joking tone, but I can tell he’s hiding his own insecurity.
“When can we do it again?”
He looks down at my softening cock. “I think we might need to wait an hour or two, big guy.”
