Clayton pushes me to the bed, climbing up behind me and settling between my legs. My breath turns heavy, chest rising and falling faster with each passing moment. He spits in his hand before taking my cock in it and stroking up and down, squeezing tighter at the head. Running his thumb around the tip, I squirm a little in my spot, and pant breathlessly.
Clayton bends down, flicking his tongue out at the tip of my cock and using his thumb to spread his saliva. His tongue goes from the top, down to the bottom, trailing over the vein beneath. My hand runs through his hair and when he grips my balls, suddenly taking me deep into his mouth, I tighten my hold, tugging on his hair.
“Mm, fuck, pretty boy. That feels so good,” I murmur, my head leaning back.
With his free hand, he trails a finger down lower and lower until it’s right by my ass. My body tenses up.
“Relax, baby,” Clayton coos.
I take a deep breath, willing my body to relax. I want this. I want it so bad. Trying this with him makes me excited. My cock twitches at the thought of it. So, why am I terrified every time he gets close?
Clayton pushes my legs further apart, spreading me, and I let him. I let him do everything he wants because I do trust him. If I want him to stop, he will, and I know that. Know it with everything in me.
“I’m going to keep going, but you tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
He spits, his saliva dripping down to my ass. Using his finger, he spreads the wetness and his finger meets my asshole. Pressure is applied and my body goes tense again. Clayton moves to lay flat on his stomach, feet hanging off the end of the bed.
“Relax your body,” he encourages, pressing his lips against my thigh and leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses. My body goes loose, my legs falling all the way open.
His finger pushes at my entrance, easing in and in and in until his entire index finger is inside of me.
I let out a heavy moan-like breath. Clayton starts to move his finger in and out of me, my body still tense, but moans and groans slipping out of my lips. It feels wrong and intrusive but yet it feelssofucking good.
Once he finds a steady rhythm, he uses his free hand, guiding my cock to his mouth and I watch the entire time. Each move he makesI’m mesmerized by. The utter confidence that he has. He always looks so different in bed.
I’ve seen so many angles of him.
Vulnerable when sleeping. Focused when studying. Closed in and shy when we are in public. But here? Between my legs with his mouth moving up and down on my cock? Nothing but certainty and courage.
He looks up at me through those thick lashes and between him finger-fucking my ass, adding another finger and another to prep me for more, and sucking me with hollowed cheeks, I’m close to coming.
“I’m gonna-” My mouth hangs open, breaths coming faster and faster until he stops. He pulls his finger out of me, my cock from his mouth. The bomb that was about to explode inside of me slips away.
“Why did you stop?” I gasp, mouth hanging open in disbelief.
He comes up to my face, placing a kiss along my cheek and whispering into my ear. “You’re going to come with your ass around my cock, baby.” More kisses along my jaw. “How do you want it? You want me on top of you like this, or do you want to turn over?”
I need to see him. The face he makes when he enters me? When I finally let it happen… I need to see that.
“Just like this, please,” I beg.
“Just like this, baby,” he copycats.
Getting back up to his knees, he nestles closer to me. Leaning over to the bedside table, he grabs a condom and bottle of lube. We’ve gone through so many bottles. I suspect we’re keeping this damn company in business.
Clayton hands me the condom. “Put it on me.”
The way he demands me when we’re in the bedroom is enough to make me cum, I swear to god.
Grabbing the foil wrapper from him, I rip it open, not wasting a second more and sliding the latex over his cock, rubbing his shaft along the way down. He sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, breathing through his nose.
“Palm,” he growls. I pause the stroking, opening my palm for him and he squirts lube into my hand. Wrapping my hand back around his shaft, I wet his cock all over. Clayton pushes my hand away, taking over and leaning down, lining up his cock with my puckered opening. I suck in a sharp breath, holding it and waiting for what’s going to come.
He pushes his hips forward, holding his cock to enter me. Pushing in, it stretches me and pain runs through my bottom. I wince. Clayton pauses, letting me adjust, watching my facial expression.
I nod, letting him know it’s okay to keep going. The pain pausing for a moment before he pushes in more.
