“Inside?” I repeat. I grab both of his cheeks, once again admiring his firm muscles. I could spend my life worshipping an ass like this. “You want me inside?”
“Y-yeah.”
“You want me to fuck your sweet little hole?”
“Yes!” He’s still trying to thrust, but I’m holding him still, denying the little bit of friction he’s enjoyed until now. “Yes, please, fuck me!”
“Well,” I lean down and press another kiss to the curve of his ass. “Since you asked so nicely.” Then, because I can’t resist, I bite down—just enough for him to feel it.
Alex cries out, hips jerking, hands scrabbling at everything he can reach, as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
I pull away long enough to roll a condom onto my erection and slick it up with more lube. I haven’t touched myself this entire time, enjoying the small act of denial. But just watching Alex might be enough to make me come, and I have no intention of spilling myself anywhere but inside him.
First, I crawl up onto the bed, maneuvering myself between Alex’s legs. With a few gentle touches, I position his legs how I want them, knees on either side of me.
Then I turn the vibrator off. Like a puppet with its strings cut, Alex flops against the mattress, all his muscles loose and relaxed after being tensed for so long. For a moment, the only sound is his heavy breathing. It’s quiet enough to hear the slick, wet noises as I slide the vibrator out of him. He whimpers slightly but doesn’t have time to mourn the loss before I line my cock up to his entrance.
Even with the toys loosening him up, he’s a tight fit. We groan in unison as I slide into him, inch by careful inch, until I’m fully inside him. While I give him time to adjust, I take a moment to glide my hands up and down his back in slow, leisurely caresses. I’ll never tire of touching him, exploring all the hidden details, each little freckle.
I finally settle both hands on his ass and shift until I can see his tight little hole swallowing my cock. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
Alex moans again and shifts underneath me, trying to fuck himself on my cock. Trapped between the pillow and my body, he can barely move, and his attempts only frustrate him.
I slide out slowly before pushing back into him in a shallow thrust.
“Euan,” he complains, clutching the sheets for dear life.
“Hm?” I start with a slow, lazy pace, enjoying the way his tight passage clings to me, the heat enveloping my cock. If only there wasn’t a layer of latex between us. I want to feel him skin-to-skin. I want to pump him full of my cum until it’s still dripping out of him days later. Make sure he never forgets the feel of me.
“Fuck—me—harder.” Each word a breathy moan.
The words slice through my restraint. I grab his hips and slam into him, earning a loud wail that echoes around the room. I barely hold on to enough of myself to register the way he moves under me, his choked-out noises, and adjust my pace and angle to make sure he enjoys every thrust. The rest of me is zoned in to the way he’s squeezing my cock, my sensitive balls slapping against his skin.
I promised he would only come when I was inside him, but I don’t know how much longer I can last with the perfect feel of him around me. Then he clamps down on my cock with a long, drawn-out moan. Cum soaks the pillow underneath him and smears along his body as I continue thrusting into him, covering him in his own mess.
Even if I wanted to hold out longer—to fuck another orgasm out of him while he’s dazed and oversensitive—I can’t hold back my own climax. I thrust into him one last time, trying to force my cum deep inside him. Of course, it’s not possible with the condom, but the fantasy is enough for now. I hold my position inside him until every shudder passes, then slowly withdraw my spent cock.
Alex’s hole weakly flutters before relaxing open, stretched and ready for me to take him again. It’s tempting, but I’m ten years too late to go again so soon.
As much as I want to bask in the afterglow, I know I have to take care of Alex first. I tie off the condom anddiscard it, then carefully remove all the gear—starting with the blindfold so I can check on him. His blue eyes are dazed, but when he sees me, a lazy, blissed-out smile stretches over his lips. I lean forward and steal a kiss before undoing first one cuff, then the other.
“I’m sticky,” he mumbles into the pillow.
I chuckle as I help him sit up. After all that built up tension, all his muscles are loose and relaxed now, leaving him soft and pliant. “You certainly are.” I press a kiss against his curls. “You were wonderful.”
“Really?” he asks, gazing up at me, nervous but also trusting, like he’d believe anything I say right now.
“Absolutely amazing.” I kiss him on the lips this time, slow, leisurely, just enjoying the taste of him. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll have some dinner.”
I start to help him up, but pause when he says, “Hey, Euan?”
“Yeah?”
He leans his head against my shoulder and whispers, “I want to sleep in your bed tonight.”
I glance back at the damp sheets, covered in a mess of sweat and cum. They’d either need to be laundered or replaced, and I don’t think Alex has enough energy to help me with that tonight. “My bed is kind of a mess right now.”
“Oh.” I think that’s the end of the matter until he adds, “Guess that means you’ll be sleeping in mine.”
