All I know is I feel amazing, with Colten’s body still against mine, his warm lips pressing into the hollow of my throat as my bones feel like they’re vibrating in the echoes of my orgasm.
At some point, Colten lets go of my hands. I don’t waste time, firmly wrapping them around his back and keeping him close.
“Good job,” Colten murmurs against my throat, his voice deep and so close to my ear I swear he’s in my head.
I shudder at his words, forcing myself to hold back from any jokes, and instead enjoy the afterglow with him.
Wait. Did he cum?
“You didn’t…?” I can’t quite string together the words to ask if he’s cum or not.
“Cum? No,” he replies, before pulling a bit of my neck into his mouth and sucking on it, hard. I gasp, my chest arching into his hold. He releases the skin, which tingles with his saliva, and then says, “When I do, it’ll be in you, deep enough it’ll stay in for days.”
“A-ah? Oh, that’s, hmm, yeah, okay,” I reply, dazed. Yeah, that sounds great. There’s a vague thought of condoms and bodily functions, but those quickly melt away when Colten’s mouth finds another section of skin to suck on.
With both of his hands free, one trails down my stomach, giving my still-sensitive dick a slight squeeze before gently tucking me back into my now soaked boxers.
He pushes the wet fabric down and off my legs. I ease my hips up with the small amount of energy I have, now fully naked while Colten still wears his shirt and sweatpants.
I can see the outline of his dick through the dark material, bobbing with his movements, and I swallow hard, thinking about how deep it will go inside of me.
I can’t quite tell how big it is, but…it’s definitely bigger than anything else I’ve put up there. Which is to say, nothing.
Colten settles back over me and between my legs. His hand picks up right where he left off, pushing back behind my balls and–and circling my hole. I wheeze.
“You aren’t allowed to forget about this, about how I fuck you,” Colten murmurs, a fingernail dragging over and around my twitching hole, as if waiting for something. “And if there’s something you don’t like, you’ll tell me and we’ll figure out what you do like, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” I reply, not entirely sure what I agreed to. All my thoughts are centered around the careless glide of his finger right where I want him most.
“Good boy,” Colten says, rewarding me by leaning forward and sucking on the skin of my neck again.
I gasp, my hips jerking up against him. I swear I can feel Colten’s smile against my skin.
Forget this? How could I? The idea feels ridiculous.
Colten has always been impossible to forget. He's in every part of my life, in every plan, and in every future I'd ever imagined since meeting him.
Even when he's being a bit of an asshole. Especially then, sometimes.
There's no one else I'd rather be with, asshole and all.
Chapter 13
My hips squirm under him as he finally presses his finger in, unsure if I should move towards or away from the intrusion. Eventually, he works himself up to the knuckle, pressing his finger against my walls as if testing the stretch.
It doesn’t seem very stretchy to me, honestly. How was this supposed to work? Isn’t there supposed to be stuff you need to do before anal?
I remember reading somewhere that two raccoons can fit up a person’s ass, and Colten’s dick didn’t seem to be as big as two raccoons, so it’s probably fine?
I try to think, but nothing else really sticks past the feeling of Colten’s finger in me. It's pressed against me, working inside of a very vulnerable spot I’ve never thought much about.
Currently, it’s all I can think about.
“Dry…” Colten mutters before taking his hand out of that space between my legs. I have a moment to catch my breath before he’s scooping up the cum on my twitching dick and going back in, his finger now slick and sliding in deep with ease.
Yeah, that’s,hm!He’s so smart! I knew I could trust him.
Especially when his finger slides in further, much further than before, the path slick with my own spend, before curling and—
