Oak cracked one eye open again. “You gonna stand there like a creeper or are you gonna do something?”
I pounced, just to make him laugh, and caught myself before crushing him completely. I tossed the lube on the mattress and kissed him, even though the angle was bad. I needed to own his mouth and Oak gave in easily, giving back as good as he got, the playful mood of a second ago vanishing into heat and lust andwant.
I eased the kiss but barely lifted my lips, skimming them across his cheek to his throat. I kissed behind his ear and loved his shiver. I trailed little bites down the back of his neck just to hear him moan. I kept up those tiny kisses and licks across his shoulders as I found the lube again, popped the top, and coated my fingers. When I touched his hole, Oak jumped.
Freezing, I waited a moment for him to exhale and relax. I was desperate to make this good for him. Not only because that was who I was but because of everything I gleaned from our previous conversation. His experiences hadn’t been the best, and he needed to know what it really felt like to be taken care of by his partner.
I went slowly at first, teasing touches and soft strokes. It had been a while for me since I’d participated in anal and I wanted to make sure he was good and ready before we moved to the next step. Using plenty of lube, I played with him, stretching him and getting him good and slick. He started begging before I was ready, so I kept at it, ignoring his pleas for now. Only when three fingers comfortably fit, and he was arching back into my touch, did I go searching for his prostate.
I wasn’t a huge fan of being on the receiving end of anal play. It didn’t do a whole lot for me. But that magic button worked for every biological male, and I gently probed until I touched it lightly with my middle finger.
“Fuck!” Oak’s shout as his hips shot back, impaling himself a little harder on my fingers. I gave him what he wanted, pressing harder, just to listen to him try to catch his breath. “Law.”
“Feels good, huh?” I couldn’t keep the smugness out of my tone no matter how I tried. I loved that I was giving him pleasure.
“Fuck me already,” he ground out through heaving breaths.
I slowly pulled my fingers out, teasing a little more to hear him whine, and then patted his ass with my lube covered hand. “Lift up.”
It took Oak a second to coordinate his limbs enough to get on his knees. He couldn’t seem to manage to lift his upper body up, but that was fine. His dick was hard and leaking, and his ass was in the perfect position. I gave him a few hard strokes but stopped when he tried to thrust into my hold. He growled out an impatient sound but I just slid the towel underneath him to catch the worst of the mess, then found the lube again to get myself good and wet.
“Law. Please.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
I climbed into position. “I’m right here, baby. You ready?”
He nodded, a little wobbly, and then pressed his forehead to the bed, arching his back and showcasing that delectable ass. I bit my lip to keep my own whine from escaping. I liked sex, loved it even, and had a fair number of amazing experiences in my life. But nothing really compared to the sheer level ofwantcoursing through me right now.
I lined up and pushed, gently and without stopping, until the head of my cock made it past his resistance. Oak sucked in a sharp breath and I froze, giving him time. He shifted, trying to adjust, and I almost pulled out. I caught something flash across his face, and I couldn’t quite describe it, but in my heart I knew that was the last thing he wanted.
Moving quickly, I covered his body with mine, grabbing his hands and stretching them out over his head. I had him trapped beneath me, and clearly that’s what he needed, because he sighed and lifted as much as he was able, which made my cockslide in another half an inch. He was so warm and wet, it took all my concentration not to just pound in and go to town on his ass. But that’s not what he needed or wanted. He deserved slow.
I gripped his fingers tightly. “Nice and easy, sweetheart. You let me do all the work.”
The only answer was his low moan.
Back and forth, thrust and retreat, little by little I worked my way in. I had to grit my teeth to keep from moving too fast or coming too early. He felt like heaven. Like all the good things. And my body wanted to go fast and hard, chasing my own orgasm. But my heart and head prevailed, allowing me to go slow and easy, until I was buried balls deep and he was contracting around me, his whole body shuddering. I drew out that feeling, grinding against him without thrusting, just so we could both feel it.
It took Oak at least five minutes before he relaxed, his grip on me easing so I could move. And I did so, keeping up the slow pace, drawing back at a snail’s pace, only to thrust back in at the same tempo. No matter how much Oak begged, whined, or gasped, I didn’t alter my course. We could do fast and rushed another time. Right now, it was all about slow and steady until he came screaming my name.
Oak rubbed his forehead against the mattress—the pillow had somehow gotten shoved aside—and murmured, “Harder. Law, I need…harder.”
That I could do. Same slow retreat, but when I shoved in the next time, I put force behind it. Again and again and again. Glacial pull back, hard thrust in. It did take long before he was panting, letting out a tiny grunt every time I pushed in, and clenching down around me as I pulled out. I could tell by the way he was breathing, by the tension in his body, that he was getting close. I let go of one of his hands and skimmed minedown his body, tweaking a nipple on my way past which made him squeak, and then took hold of his dick.
“You ready to come?”
“Fuck yes,” he nearly shouted.
I kept fucking him, slow but hard, and stroked him in counter point, making my grip tight. It took a minute for me to find the right angle again, but then he shouted out wordlessly, and a few seconds later, he was coming, babbling words, his legs shaking. I kept it going until his whine changed, and then froze, cock firmly buried in his ass.
Oak was breathing hard, aftershocks still running through him, but he squeezed my fingers where we were still holding on to each other. He sucked in a breath and blew it out, then demanded, “Come in me.”
My first instinct was to protest, knowing he had to be overly sensitive and that it wouldn’t feel that comfortable for him. But in the next second, I dismissed it. I told him I’d work on listening to him, and this is what he wanted. Besides, I was so hard it wouldn’t take long. I went to town, thrusting in, and Oak helped by clenching around me. The contracting of his ass, along with his little whimpers, did the trick. I came with a roar, emptying my balls into his tight heat.
Oak collapsed, and I went down with him, still buried inside. We both shook and shuddered, and I knew I needed to move, to pull out, but I couldn’t make myself. I gathered him to me, holding him as closely as possible, needed all of us to be connected.
We eventually came down from the high, both of us able to breathe a bit better. Oak’s legs were still trembling, simply because of how hard he’d locked up when he came. I kissed every part of him I could reach as I slowly eased out, which made him whimper. I couldn’t help but look down when I got free, watching as a dribble of my cum leaked out. Why was that sohot? I touched it, rubbing it around his hole, and pushing it back in. Oak gasped, and I kept at it, fingering him gently since he hadn’t closed up yet.
“Law.”
