He cries out, “Oh my God!” and I swirl my tongue around his hole, teasing him without putting any pressure on his opening. He melts into the bed, no longer supporting his own weight as his head sinks onto his folded arms. I hold his hips up where I want him, and he continues to moan and cry out for more. I wait until he’s trembling to actually push my tongue against his hole, and am rewarded with that beautiful whimper again.
I take my time, licking and sucking, fucking into him with my tongue. His hips start rocking into the bed, so I pull back.
“What are you?—?”
I slap his ass, harder this time, and he cries out.
“Hold. Still,” I scold. Then I reach around so my finger is in front of his mouth. “Suck.” He immediately swallows my finger down, sucking like his life depends on it. After a few moments, I pull my hand back and resume my feasting, pressing my spit-slicked finger to his hole alongside my tongue.
“This is so good. So fucking good, oh my God,” he rambles between his moans as I stretch him out. It’s a good thing my neighbors’ houses are far away, because if we were doing this in an apartment, everyone in that building would know exactly what’s happening right now. And selfishly, I don’t want anyone else to hear Chad when he’s like this.
I reach for the lube bottle and slick up a second finger to replace my tongue, slowly stretching him even deeper. At first I focus solely on prepping him, but when I think he’s ready for more, I twist my finger, searching for that perfect…
“Holy shit! Oh my God!” he cries out. “John!”
There it is.
“You like that, Princess?” I ask even though he’s a babbling, incoherent mess of murmurs and moans.
“Yes, so much. I need you to fuck me. Right now. I’m going to come. I need to come. And I want you inside of me when it happens. Please. I need you.” He’s rambling, begging for me.
I love it.
“Almost,” I promise. “But you’re not ready yet. We can’t rush your first time, especially with my piercings.”
“Joooohn,” he whines, and fuck, does my name sound good when he says it like that.
“Flip over,” I instruct. “On your back, hold your legs up.”
I have to help maneuver him, he’s trembling, and his swollen pink cock looks so angry, the veins prominent with an impressive amount of precum spilling from the tip.
“Don’t come yet, Chad,” I instruct firmly as I slowly slide two fingers back inside of him at this new angle.
He shakes his head, but tears threaten to fall from the corner of his eyes. “I can’t… I need…”
“Yes, you can.”
I lean back over him and suck his leaking dick as far back into my throat as I can, swallowing around the head.
“Oh my God, John! I’m going to come.”
I pop off. “Not. Yet.” I enunciate the words as I add more lube and slide a third finger inside of him, avoiding his prostate, just focusing on stretching him once again. My dick is throbbing, but I know I need to take my time with this. I need this first time to be good so I can do it again and again, and I would never forgive myself if I hurt him.
“Please, John.”
I add even more lube and finally insert my fourth finger to his hole, fucking into him until I’m sure he’s ready. “Do you want me to use a condom?” I check, confirming if he’s still comfortable with skipping them.
“No condom,” he pants, his voice tight, straining with the effort of holding back his release. “Just want you. Need you.”
I pull my hand out to lube up my cock and spit on his gaping hole as it clenches around nothing. His body is as responsive as he is, and it’s hard to focus on anything other than how fucking perfect he is.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” I remind him as I shift so I’m kneeling over him. My palm circles the base of my shaft, fingers pressing against the metal of my piercings, as I position myself over him before pushing against his hole with an agonizingly slow thrust.
My Prince Albert catches on his rim first, a firm pressure that makes my own breath catch at the heightened sensation before I even breach him. The metal bites into the sensitive flesh—his and mine. When I finally push past that tight ring, his heat envelops me, and I hiss in pleasure as my piercings amplify everything.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Chad chokes out, his fingers digging into his hamstrings.
“Color?” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
