“Ah,” I moan.
“Are you okay?”
“Mm, adjusting,” I whisper. “Just go.”
Clayton slides in another inch, stretching me wider and wider with each push.
“Just go for it.”
“No, I can’t jus-” I stop him from talking, grip onto his hips and pull him. “Fuck, Max.”
My body tenses, the ache spreading beyond measure at the forced intrusion, but we stay like that for a moment. Clayton just sitting inside of me, both breathing heavily.
My fingers dig into his hips. Nails cutting into his skin, I’m sure.
“Move,” I nod, letting him know it’s fine. “I’m okay.”
He pulls his hips back, pushing forward again. Back and forward, slowly. Both of us groan.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so tight, Max. I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” Clayton rasps. Voice weak and shaky, but yet it somehow sounds so fucking hot.
I grab my cock, stroking in unison to the buck of his hips. He leans down over me, movement starting to get harder and faster, lips finding mine and we swallow each other's noises. A tingle runs down my back, my balls tightening.
Clayton pulls his mouth from mine, whispering into my ear again. “Fuck, Max, you better come because I’m so close.”
I pull his hand to my cock, letting him take over. He twists and strokes just right, only a few more times before I spill into his hand and over my stomach, making a mess of the both of us.
Clayton gives me three sharp thrusts and the noise that comes from my mouth is like nothing I’ve ever heard before. The sensation of him inside of me as I’m coming is life-altering. My eyes roll into the back of my head and when I close them instead, I see stars in the blackness.
Afraid I might pass out, I will open my eyes and when I do, it’s just in time to watch Clayton’s mouth drop open into an O, my name falling off of his lips. He pushes into me one last time, staying deep inside of me and I can feel every twitch of his cock inside of me. Clayton stays just like that for a moment, hovering over me, trying to catch his breath. Once he’s back to planet Earth, he pulls out of me and it makes me whimper.
I feel so empty.
He gets off the bed and saunters over to the bathroom. I hear the sound of water running, a cabinet opening and closing. He emerges with a towel in his hand. I lay there as he wipes me up. Forgetting our clothes, tossing the towel to the floor with a thump, he lays down beside me, and drapes an arm over my chest, nestling his head into my shoulder.
“How was that?” He asks.
“It was amazing. Thank you.” I place a kiss on his forehead before closing my eyes.
I think that I could get used to this. A life with him where I share all of my firsts.
He’s the first to fuck me.
He’ll be my first to give a blowjob to.
My first dinner date.
My first lunch date.
My firstI had to meet the parents.
But most of all, my first love.
Chapter 23
Clayton
Graduationdaybeingherefeels surreal. Bittersweet. It gives me a moment of wishing that I could go back to the beginning when I thought I had everything figured out. But when I really think about it, I wouldn’t go back. Every road I took, every turn I made, it led me here. It led me to a life filled with love, dates, jokes, and so many laughs to the point I’m borderline going to piss my pants.
