Page 22 of Blurred Boundaries

—Dizzy by Olly Alexander

“I have to prep you, or I’ll end up just taking you right here,” Taj whispers against my mouth.

“I brought lube and condom,” I tell him, catching his lower lip between my teeth in a light bite.

A shiver runs through him that does something unexplainable to my stomach. “You’re on a roll today,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth to the corner of mine before sucking gently there. “But we need toys.”

I’m so on edge and already too far gone to think properly, my body wound tight with anticipation, every nerve feeling exposed. I need him to start prepping me already. “Later,” I say, my hands grabbing his waist a little harder than I intend. “Fingers should do for now. I need you to fuck me already. Unless you can’t get it up so soon?” I add with a soft chuckle that comes out breathless.

“My refractory period is short,” he says, taking my hand and guiding it to his semi-hard cock, pressing my palm around it. “I’m still young and can always get it up.”

Before I can come back with anything, his mouth is on mine again, his tongue pushing in and stealing whatever thought I had left. The kiss is slower this time . . . but no less consuming. My head spins at the contrast of the softness of his lips and the way he takes charge of the kiss, making me melt against him. His hand slips into my pocket, pulling out the foil packet and the tube of lube before he pushes my trousers and briefs down. I hastily step out of them, my body thrumming madly with need. He breaks the kiss just long enough to reposition me, steering me back until my arse hits the top edge of the couch’s backrest. Then he turns me, pressing my chest down against the cushion so I end up facing the couch. I feel him move behind me, lowering himself to his knees, and then his hands are on my arse, spreading my cheeks.

I have an idea of what he’s about to do, but it still doesn’t prepare me for the feeling of his tongue dragging across my taint. I’m caught unaware by the full-body shiver that runs down my spine.

“Damn, do that again,” I blurt out, my voice desperate.

He lets out a pleased chuckle behind me. “I’ll do more than that.” His tone is full of promise. Then I feel his hand tapping my thigh. “Suck.”

I turn and see him holding up his index finger, so I bend and take it into my mouth, closing my lips around it and coating it with my saliva, my tongue moving over it until he motions for me to stop. I don’t turn away this time because I want to see him. I want to watch him work me open for his cock.

His face returns to my arse. He presses a soft kiss to each cheek before moving further down, his mouth warm against me as his tongue drags across my arse before settling at my entrance. He licks at my hole, teasing and circling, twirling his tongue and sending me out of my mind. As if that isn’t enough, he adds his finger. When he slides it in, my legs turn to jelly.

“Holy shit!” I gasp, my hand flying to his head, needing something to steady myself, even if I can’t properly grab his low-cut hair.

He chuckles against me, and the vibration runs through my entire being, sending a chill all the way down to my toes, but he doesn’t stop. His fingers start to move, pumping into me as his tongue continues with its ministrations. The double sensation is staggering in the best way. I feel it building inside me, layer upon layer, until it becomes almost too much to contain. He keeps at it, eating me out and fingering me at the same time, making me lose track of everything else.

I don’t notice him reaching for the lube, I only feel the difference when he presses two slippery fingers inside me. He pushes past the tight ring of muscle with far less resistance than before, and keeps going until he makes it past the second knuckle. My body hasn’t stopped trembling, small shivers dancing through me as the pleasure spreads, detonating across me in waves. My vision goes blurry, my eyes struggle to stay open. He adds a third finger, and a garbled noise tears out of my throat, every nerve in my body lighting up, my back arching, my head tipping forward as my eyes roll back.

I should be freaking out right now, I know that much, but I’m not. I think it’s because I’ve already made my peace with it. I’ve accepted that I’m attracted to him, that I want him to fuck me till there’s no rational thought left in my brain.

Taj keeps fingering me, stretching me, and making my hole wet for his cock. I need him to fuck me already, so I wiggle my butt to get the message across. The movement is jerky and uncoordinated, and it makes his fingers push deeper, brushing against something inside me that makes my entire body jolt. The sensation that comes with it is so intense and tingling, pulling a strained sound from somewhere deep in my throat. I have to tighten my hold on his head, so I don’t topple over.

“Fuck! Fuck! Holy fuck! Please don’t stop,” I half yell, desperate for him to keep hitting that exact spot.

I can’t see his face, not with his mouth still buried in my arse, his tongue licking around my hole while his fingers wreck my insides. His shoulders are tense, like he’s concentrating—and he’s concentrating alright, on pulling the filthiest sounds from me. I’m still blissed out from him hitting my prostate when he stops abruptly and withdraws both his fingers and mouth.

I can’t stop the needy whine that escapes me. “Why?” I ask, my voice hoarse, already missing the feeling of fullness.

He stands up and then the faint sound of foil being torn fills the room as he rips open a condom with his teeth. “I need to fuck you now,” he rasps.

He sheaths himself and grabs the lube, coating his cock generously, his hand moving along his length. Seeing how obscenely big he is, my heart kicks harder against my ribs. My nerves and desire tangle together in a way that makes no sense . . . none of it enough to make me tell him to stop. If anything, it makes me want him more. I’ve been daydreaming about this, and I’ve watched numerous gay porn for research purposes—which suddenly reminds me of something.

“So, full disclosure,” I say, trying not to cringe at how awkward I sound, “apart from the hotdog I had this evening, the last proper meal I had was breakfast.”

He pauses, a crease forming between his brow. “What are you talking about?”

The sight of him like this is distracting, standing there with his cock in hand, lube dripping on the floor.

“Uhm, it’s something I found online.” I explain, a little less confidently now.

“Ah,” he replies after a second, and then cracks up laughing. “Don’t worry about that.”

He moves closer to me and drips some lube on my crack while he places his other hand on my lower back to bend me over again.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice dropping low.

“Very,” I answer immediately.