“Yes, you can.” A wave of relief crashed over me.
He smiled, so big and broad. “No, really, it’s okay. It was just a hot idea. I don’t even have condoms anyway, since I’m basically celibate and on PrEP.”
His cheeks were warm in my palms. “I want you to fuck me, Ryder. I wanted to say yes on the jet ski and didn’t get the chance. Now I have it, and I’m taking it.”
“Okay.” His smile changed, and he kissed me. “That just means Iwillfuck you, but maybe not today.” He kissed me again.
“No, I’m serious. I uh…” I felt the heat rise on my neck, but ignored it. “I’ve been fingering myself. Every day. Since we got home.”
Ryder laughed, shaking us. “My cock is thicker and longer than your finger, Finn.”
“I know.” I swallowed. It was nerve-wracking, not scary. “If I think about it, I want your cock inside me. Big and thick and stretching me.” I looked away. “And I think it would be hotter without a condom, anyway.”
His face had changed when I looked at him. Lust replaced that conciliatory smile, and his voice took on gravel. “Yeah, it would be much hotter to fuck you raw.” A flicker of something else crossed his face. “Are you sure?”
“Fucking absolutely,” I said, relieved again without reason.
“Okay then,” he growled. “It’ll be an honor to take your anal virginity.”
With one last peck on my lips, he made his way down my body again. I expected to feel my cock enveloped by the warmth of his mouth, but that wet heat landed on my hole.
“Fucking hell, man,” I groaned.
Before messing around with Ryder, I had no idea playing with my butt felt so good. I came in minutes, less than, when I fingered myself. But Ryder doing it? And using two fingers like he was, stretching me open in ways I never knew possible while licking at my core?
Fuckinghell.
It wasn’t long before his mouth got busy licking my nuts, and the one finger from each hand became two from one. Thenhe did this thing, like bending his fingers inside me, and a huge gush of precum flowed down my red, pulsing cock.
“Fuck, man. Was that the… what do you call it? The male g spot?”
Ryder let my ball sack fall from his mouth and stilled his fingers inside me. He chuckled. “Prostate. That’s your prostate. It’s responsible for a lot of your male anatomy stuff. If you massage it with, say, fingers, a dildo, or a penis, it can make some men come. But for most guys, it just feels really good.”
“Well, fuck me, it feels incredible.”
“That’s the idea,” Ryder growled, and massaged my prostate again. “Once I open you up.”
There was no pain, not even some discomfort. In fact, it was like the best hand job I’d ever had. My cock kept throbbing and leaking, over and over, getting ready to unload all over my belly. I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted Ryder to fuck me. Then maybe see if I was one of those guys who could nut from a prostate massage. But then, he slipped a third finger into me.
I sucked my teeth and cursed under my breath. Ryder asked if I was good, and I told him I was.
It didn’t hurt, more like it burned a little. Nothing serious, and no reason to stop him fromopening me up,as he put it. Fuck, that was a hot way to say it. Ryder was opening my body so he could put his cock inside me. So he could fuck me. Jesus fucking Christ, I was about to be fucked in the ass by Ryder Beckett.
I didn’t realize I was moaning. Full on growling like a dog in heat. Not until Ryder withdrew his fingers, and with a chuckle, said, “You like that?” I nodded. “Ready for the real thing?”
My face heated for reasons I didn’t know, but I smiled and said, “Yeah, man. Fuck my ass.”
His face matched mine. But then it was gone. “Shit.” He disengaged from my body and bent awkwardly to open the drawer on his side table. It gave me a view of him I’d never seen, his abs and arm stretched out, displaying the hair on his chest and under his arm. And his cock, standing tall, ready to take my innocence, topped with a manly bush.
“Lube,” he said, with the bottle in hand. “Good thing I jerked off in here a few nights ago.”
I chuckled. It wasn't funny, but as he applied the thick-looking clear liquid to his cock, the penis he was about to put inside of me, I was a little lightheaded.
It wasn’t apprehension, or fear, or regret. Far from any of that. It was just a bit overwhelming. In a good way. Mostly. It was about to happen. It might hurt a little, but knowing I was about to get fucked was more overwhelming at the moment.
Even more so when he pressed the head of his enormous cock to my hole and said, “Okay, breathe out. Then in. Deep breaths. Relax your whole body. Let every ounce of tension go.”
I couldn’t. I tried, but there was no release. No relaxation. I kept my eyes closed and breathed in and out, deep like in a yoga class or something, but there was only more tension. My body and mind felt tighter and tighter with each exhale. Heat spread from my face to my chest, and my heart rate went up.
