“You’ve all been the best support system. It was hard to see it that way at the time, but now that I have a clearer mind, I’m overwhelmed with love and gratitude.”
It’s true. It’s amazing what therapy and the right medicine can do, like help you see all the love surrounding you.
His lip trembles slightly, but he clears his throat, composing himself. “Wedidlet you down. We shouldn’t have ignored the signs.”
“I spent a long time pretending I was okay. You can’t blame yourself for believing me.”
I slowly start grinding against him again, knowing that he needs to clear his mind. He said he wasn’t in the mood, but his still-hard cock says otherwise.
My mouth crashes into his, and he immediately opens for me, his tongue wrestling with mine. His fingers come up and start undoing my buttons, but when it takes too long, he just rips the shirt open. Buttons fly in all directions, hitting the ground with softpings.
“Oops,” he breathes into our kiss. “Sorry, not sorry.”
I grab his hair and yank his head back. “I liked that shirt,” I growl playfully. “How are you going to make it up to me?”
He chuckles. “You get to decide. Do you want to be the fucker or the fuckee?”
I snort a laugh. “Decisions, decisions.” I stand, grabbing his hand to pull him up. I lead us back upstairs to his bedroom, making sure I lock the door.
We don’t need his parents walking in on us again.
He’s standing by his bed, looking at me like I’m his next meal.
Next, last.I don’t care as long as he devours me.
My hand meets the solid wall of his chest as I shove him onto his bed, his body bouncing on the soft mattress.
“I pick both,” I finally say. I grab the lube from his nightstand and toss it to him. “I’m going to need all hands on deck for this.”
“For what?”
I tug his basketball shorts down his thighs, his boxers going with them, and toss them over my shoulder. His cock stands tall, a drip of pre-cum sliding down his swollen head.
“You’re going to stretch yourself for me while I watch.”
His mouth drops open, his pupils dilating, the green swallowed whole by his lust for me. “I’ve never done that to myself.”
“First time for everything, babe,” I declare, shimmying out of my own shorts and underwear. I stroke my dick, enjoying the dry friction before holding my hand out to Cull. He’s a little slow on the uptake before it dawns on him that I want lube.
He snicks open the cap, pouring a generous amount into my hand. I prop one foot up on the bed, leaning forward slightly before reaching around and going in with two fingers, filling myself. I let out a soft moan, loving the pressure.
It looks like Cull needs a little encouragement, so I start giving him directions. “On your hands and knees.” He moves with swiftness, tugging his t-shirt off and positioning himself ass up,giving me the most glorious view. “Squirt the lube on that perfect hole.” His cheeks redden at my husky command, but he follows the direction, allowing the lube to cascade down his crack. “Find a position that's comfortable and reach back and play with yourself.”
He lays his chest flat on the bed, his left arm a cushion for his head. He takes a deep breath, then swipes his right hand through the mess of lube, coating his fingers.
“Middle finger first,” I tell him, watching as he slowly inserts the digit. My cock is straining for him, ready to explode. I stop teasing myself, leaving my fingers cocooned in my heat, needing to last for what I have in mind.
Cullen lets out a soft “oh, fuck,” his finger driving into his ass relentlessly.
“If you make yourself come, I’m still going to fuck you breathless.”
He groans, but his finger slows to a steady pace.
This view of Cullen might ruin me forever.
He is up to a third finger now, but then he tries to wedge his pinky in there too.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I grunt, fucking myself again.
