“Won’t be needing this for a while,” he says when I’ve settled back in, dropping the lube back onto the bed along with the condoms.
“What—” I start to ask, but then he’s tugging my pants the rest of the way down, and his hands are on me, pulling me back up, spreading me open, and his mouth…
It’s on me again, licking at my hole.
Without the anxiety and confusion of what he’s doing, I’m able to relax into it. I grip the pillow tight, burying my face into it, letting him do whatever he wants to me.
It feels better than anything ever should.
When he slides his tongue inside of me, I make sounds into the pillow that I’ve never made before. It’s somuch.I feel like I shouldn’t want this, but I push back against him, desperate for more.
He groans, telling me he’s enjoying this as much as I am, and after that—
Time stops existing.
At some point, he slides a finger in beside his tongue, and I don’t even notice until it’s all the way inside, pressing on my prostate while he licks at my rim, and I have no idea how I’m supposed to last like this.
My orgasm sits right there, all I need is a little more.
The lube appears, and his tongue is gone as he slides in a second finger, working me open, followed by a third, I think.
I can barely process anything, and we haven’t even—
“Will,” I say into the pillow, pushing back on his fingers.
“Mhm?” he asks, his voice wrecked, and he’s not even the one being fingered right now.
“I need you. Please.”
He slides his fingers out of me at my request. I clench around nothing, feeling a prickle of anxiety being so exposed, but it’s not for long. The condom package rips, and then there’s a hand on my hip as his cock presses against my hole.
When he begins to press inside, the relaxed feeling from earlier fades away as I tense up, squeezing the pillow and my eyes shut. It doesn’t hurt exactly. But it doesn’tnot hurt.There’s so much pressure, and he’s big, and I’ve never done this before and—
It’s just a lot.
“Wait,” I say through clenched teeth.
He stops immediately, one of his hands moves from my hip to my back, rubbing gentle circles that help me relax. “Tell me if it’s too much. We don’t have to do this. Or you can top, I was kidding about—”
“No, I want to,” I say, pressing back against him to prove my point, taking another inch. “Fuck.” I take a deep breath, willing myself to relax against the bed. “Okay. Keep going.”
He goes slower this time, slow enough that I can adjust to him, stopping once himself with a groan. “You feel so good.Jesus.”
“Thank you,” I say, muffled by the pillow, pressing back so he’s all the way inside me, earning another sound, followed by a laugh.
“Dude, you don’t say thank you—” I can feel him shaking from inside me, making me squirm until he holds me still.
He sets a slow pace, more gentle than I would expect from our previous encounters, keeping his hands on me, checking over and over if I’m okay.
I find that I am. It feels good, being close to him like this. Having him inside of me.
And then the angle changes slightly, and he’s hitting my prostate with every thrust, and it starts to feel better than good. “Do that again.”
He hits the same spot again, over and over, and all I can do is hold on while Will Davis takes me apart thoroughly. “More,” I say between high-pitched moans that he’ll probably make fun of me for later.
He gives me more. Faster, deeper, harder, and I push back to meet him because I need it. I need to come, and I need more of his cock.
“Fuck,” he says, his grip on my hip tightening. “I wish you could see me sliding into your tight ass.It’s so hot, need to take a fucking picture of this—” His thumb joins his cock, pressing along my rim, and I don’t think I can hold on for much longer.
