“Oh, fuck,Alex,” he moans when I keep pressing on his prostate.
By the time I’ve added a fourth finger, he’s breathing hard, his hands twisted in the sheets, his cock flushed and leaking, even though I’ve stopped touching it. This is exactly why I did this. My cock is bigger than our fingers and I have to make sure he’s really ready.
“You okay?” I ask, spreading my fingers.
“So okay,” he babbles, his voice going high-pitched at the end. “So, so okay. Please. More.”
“Why don’t you do this more often?” His face screws up in pleasure when my finger brushes his prostate.
“What?”
“You seem to enjoy it,” I say, and that’s an understatement by the look of him. I pick up the pace to see him react.
“Oh my god—” He squeezes his eyes shut. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy it.”
“So why—”
“Because,” he starts, and has to stop before he can continue. “Because I like making people feel—” another pause, another broken moan. “Like this. Out of their mind. You’d be so hot like this.”
I look at him. His head pressed back into the pillow, his cock, red and desperate. I wish I could give him the same thing he’s giving me right now. But I can’t linger on that for long becausehe’s fucking himself on my fingers and I don’t think I can wait anymore.
“Alex.Please. I’mdying.”
I pull my fingers out to shove my sweatpants down, making him groan at the empty feeling, but I replace them quickly with my cock, bracing it against his hole.
But then I stop.
Mike is laid out on my bed, looking up at me, so trusting, his hair spread across my pillow, and I could hurt him and— “What’s wrong?” he asks, reaching for me.
“Nothing, I just… I don’t want to hurt you.”
He sits up, reaching for my face. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You’ve had four fingers inside me for the last ten minutes, even though I was ready to fuck as soon as you got here. You’renotgoing to hurt me.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
He strokes his thumb across my cheekbone. “Hey. I’m right here. Sexpert, remember?” I nod, reluctantly, and he lies back down, pulling me with him.
I line myself back up and press forward, just the tip at first, but when his eyebrows pull together, I stop immediately. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes out. “Keep going.”
I go slow, inch by inch, watching his face for every shift of expression. He whimpers when I accidentally push in too quickly, but every time I check in, he sayskeep going, please.
When I’m fully inside, I pause.
Mike’s hands are on my back, his chest rising and falling too fast, and it feels so fucking good, so hot and tight around me, I can hardly stay still. But I wait until he exhales and his body settles to move.
“Still okay?” I whisper.
“Fuck baby,you’re so big.” He shifts beneath me with a roll of his hips, and I have to drop my head to his shoulder.
Pulling back, as gentle as I can be, with one braced beside his head, my other hand slides down to his hips, pulling his leg up for a better angle.
The first thrust takes everything in me not to come inside him before we’ve even started, but I find a rhythm, slow enough not to hurt him, and he takes it with his eyes closed and his fingers clutching my back.
