Page 46 of Brought By the Storm

I hesitated. “Carrington, it’s been a long time. I will do it for you, but I can’t just shove something like that in me without a lot of prepping.”

He stroked my hair and cheek. “Baby, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I want to see you experiencing bliss.” I nodded, feeling relief to be absolved of his mission. He gave me a sly smile and side eye. “Maybe the vibrator? It’s much smaller, right? You had thought my virgin ass could handle it.”

Grinning, I shook my head. “Relentless.”

His smile broadened. “So, are you saying yes?”

“I’ll still need some prep,” I cautioned. “I know you don’t believe me, but I haven’t played with those for months.”

His smile just became more devious. “I’ll assist.” I nodded, but was unable to conceal my nervousness. “Eric, you are so expressive. I can see your apprehension. You don’t need to. If you wish to, though, I’ll be gentle and try very hard indeed to make you feel wonderful.”

“Okay,” I whispered, swallowing.

Carrington rubbed his thumb over my chin. “Get back on your tummy, baby. Let me take care of you.” I moved into place. It was getting easier to expose myself to him.

Carrington licked the spot on my lower back, right above my buttocks. “I love this little valley.” He moved his tongue lower as he pulled my buttocks open, sliding it down my crack until he was circling my entrance.

“Oh,” I gasped.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “I want to hear you.” He resumed his licking and kissing. After a couple of minutes, he ran the tip of his finger around the circumference of my anus, then pushed it in. I clenched around him and he used his other hand to soothe my back. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” He kissed my buttocks until my muscles loosened a bit, then he pushed his finger in further.

“Ooh,” I breathed.

“You bring lube downstairs?” he asked.

“In the bag,” I replied, motioning my head toward where we had left it, as if he had forgotten. He pulled out of me so he could retrieve the bag and pull it over to the sofa. I heard him pop the top of the lubricant bottle and rub his fingers together to warm it. Then he pushed a finger all the way inside me. “Uh,” I gurgled.

“You doing okay, baby?” I nodded yes. Carrington let me adjust to the feel of his finger, then began a probing motion with it. “You are so hot, Eric. That relaxed me, and he started to slide in a second finger. Once he sensed the burn had dissipated, he started to pump me and stretch me. “Still doing okay, baby?”

“Carrington,” was all I could whisper.

“I’ve got you, babe.” He continued his motions until I bucked back against his hand. His fingers were grazing my prostate, and I couldn’t help myself from writhing beneath him. After a moment, he pulled out his fingers, eliciting a small whimper from me. “Shh. I’m not going to leave you hanging. Turn on your back for me, okay?”

I rolled over, a little embarrassed to have him once again looking at my hard, leaking dick. He reached behind my knees and pushed up my limbs, pressing my knees near my chest. He held them there with one hand while retrieving the vibrator with the other. Before I could think, he was slipping the tip of the toy into me. I was lubed and stretched enough that it didn’t sting, which he must have deduced, as he slid the entire length into my cavity.

“Oh God. So hot,” he muttered. Carrington started playing with the buttons at the base, causing the tool to vibrate, then pulse, then do who knew what else. Pleasure was overtaking my embarrassment. He started to thrust the vibrator to add more friction, and I found myself once again writhing on the cushions.

“Carrington, I’m going to come,” I warned.

He lowered his head and swiped his tongue over my shaft and fondled my balls. “So good, baby,” he breathed.

“Uh, I can’t hold on,” I cried.

With the vibrator inserted, Carrington brought his hand to my ass with a slap, then another, pushing the vibrator hard against my prostate. I squeezed my eyes shut while grimacing, and I spurted cum across my belly and chest.

Carrington was panting, almost as hard as I was. “You are so sexy,” he rasped, bringing his tongue to my stomach and tasting some of my semen.

“Carrington…” I said in a feeble attempt to warn him he might not like it.

He licked his lips, then brought his beautiful face to mine, kissing me. I was going to protest that he had been licking my ass, but my mouth seemed to overrule my brain as I let him plunder me with passion. “Whatever puritanical garbage your parents put in your head, ignore it. It would be such a shame for you to withhold this beauty and pleasure from a lucky partner. I’ve never been so aroused by someone as I have been with you.” He resumed kissing my mouth, my chin, my cheeks and my neck. Although I was spent, every touch from his hands and his mouth was electric to my skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him tighter to me, basking in his attention.

“Let me take care of you, too,” I whispered, realizing after several minutes that he was still hard and waiting for release.

He smiled, then used his strength to roll us over, allowing me to be on top of him. He was already squirming and sighing from the friction. I knew he wouldn’t last, so I sped up the teasing sequence, moving my lips and tongue over his beautiful nipples. His strong chest heaved under me, and he pushed my head lower. I gave little pecks to his belly, following the path of hair to his pubes, in which I buried my nose while grabbing his cock. Carrington moaned as I stroked him with my right hand and used my left hand to fondle his balls.

“Lift up, Carrington. I promise, I’ll make it good for you,” I said, mirroring his earlier promise. His face registered momentary hesitancy, but he nodded, pulling his knees to his chest. “Christ, you’re so hot,” I gasped. I couldn’t believe I was getting erect again after having just ejaculated. I brought my face closer to his ass, glancing up to see if he would welcome the new experience. His expression signaled when he went from uncertainty to lust, and he pulled my head forward with one quick thrust. Once I was in a rhythm of tonguing him, he was thrashing around on the couch, trying to keep his ass in my face.

“Jesus, Eric. Holy shit. I’ve never felt anything like that,” he gasped. “Oh God. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”