“Are you sure?”
Clayton pulls me down to him by my face, slipping his fingers into my hair. “Fuck me, Maxwell.”
Shit, alright.
I grab the bottle of lube from next to his head, squirting some onto my cock and hand before lining up with him. I push, feeling resistance, but keep going. Watching Clayton’s face and waiting to hear if he tells me to stop, but he doesn’t. Pushing my hips again, I slip inside of him and it’ssotight. It’s nothing like I have ever felt before.
In all the girls I’ve been with, I’ve never tried to take them in the ass. Not because I didn’t want to, but because it never crossed my mind.
Slowly, I keep going inch by inch until I’m fully inside of him. Clayton’s mouth opens into an O, a gasp escaping his lips and I pull back, pushing in again.
My balls tighten instantly, threatening to cum already. I stop.
“Move, please. Fuck me,” Clayton begs.
“I can’t.”
“What?” His face drops, looking up at me.
“I’ll cum,” I gasp. “Give me a minute.”
He grabs my hand and wraps it around his cock, helping me stroke him. Moving his hand away, he lets me do the work.
Slowly, I begin to move in unison while jerking him off.And god, the sounds.The moaning that’s coming from him is hot and music to my ears. My thrusts are slow and sloppy and I’m trying with everything I can not to finish right now. I lean forward, pushing one of his legs up, and it changes the angle.
“Fuuuck,” Clayton groans, eyes rolling back into his head.
“I can’t,” I breathe out, “hold it… any longer,” the words are strained as they come out.
With one more thrust of my hips and a stroke of his cock, I’m coming with his name on my lips and my eyes in the back of my head.
“Fuck, Max, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says over and over again, thrusting up and hard into my hand. The movement rubs on my still semi-hard cock and it’s too much, but I don’t move. I keep stroking him with the help of his hips until he’s spilling into my hand and over his stomach with a groan of my name off his lips.
After a moment, I pulled him out of him.
“One sec,” I say, shuffling off the bed and going into the bathroom connected to my dorm. I toss the condom, warming the water and grabbing two towels. Using one to wipe myself off, I bring the other out and wipe up the mess on Clayton’s skin.
Sitting on the edge of the bed next to him, I look at him.
“I’m sorry if that wasn’t good,” I mutter.
I’ve never felt insecure in the bedroom, but I don’t quite know what I’m doing here.
“It was perfect,” Clayton says with a smile. “It was the best.”
I pull my boxers on, throw his at him, and lay down beside him. The movie continues, we swap small kisses and our limbs tie together until we fall asleep next to one another.
Chapter 19
Clayton
Iwakeupataround6:30am, the sun casting oranges along the sky as it rises. Maxwell has his head shoved into the crook of my neck, snoring softly, and an arm draped over my chest. Running my fingers over his arm, I lay here and wonder where I’m bringing myself. Again. Not only did I forgive him, but I let him into my pants.
He was so shy for it being his first time with a male, but yet he was so open to it, too. He was open and honest, telling me how he was feeling along the way. I was right there with him, telling him that it was okay, and that it didn’t need to happen. He was very adamant though and wanted it. I shouldn’t have wanted it, but the second his hands were on my body, I was selfish. Needed him. Wanted him in a way that I've never wanted anyone before.
If I focus on how I don’t trust him, I’m afraid I’ll never get past this, but I have to give him this chance.
Unless.. I can’t.
