Page 57 of Brought By the Storm

Chapter Eighteen

Carrington

Once I had toweled off my beautiful guy, I took his hand and led him to his bed. “Leave the nightstand lamp on. I want to see you, okay?”

He nodded, getting on the bed, acting like it was a coincidence that his right hand was covering his privates. I smiled at my shy Eric. I climbed on top of him, kissing him, eliciting a little squeak that went right to my groin. “You smell good,” he whispered.

“I had the loveliest person make me nice and clean,” I reminded him. He hummed. I kissed him again. After a few moments of soft pecks over his lips, cheeks, neck and ears, he was pushing his hips against me. “Slow and sweet, baby,” I coaxed. He was the most responsive lover I had ever had, so excited and happy for every touch.

“Please,” he said, or I thought he did—it was muffled and buried against my throat.

I moved my hands down his silky chest and stomach, marveling at how soft his skin was, and yet how hard his muscles were. “So beautiful,” I praised. I grazed my fingers over his scrotum, making him try to push his aching dick into my hand. “Patience, Eric.”

“I need you, though,” he pleaded.

His eyes were full of wonder and desire. I couldn’t refuse him. “Baby, I’ve been celibate for several months. Being the president, I need to have check-ups every four months. I get tested, and I’m negative.” He nodded, seeming to understand what I was suggesting. “You’re a virgin—at least as far as intercourse is concerned. I don’t think we need to use a condom, unless you want me to.”

He bit his lip. “I don’t want you to. I trust you.”

I kissed him again, stroking his taint and crack. “I’m just going to get you ready, okay?”

Eric nodded, dropping the side of his face to the pillow and running a hand through his own hair. It was like he didn’t know what to do with his energy and want. I kissed my way down his body until I reached his pulsing dick, licking it a few times to get him wet. He moaned and made soft cries. I lowered my head more, pushing up the backs of his thighs to give me access to his entrance. I drooled out some saliva onto his hole and began to lick. It was hard keeping his legs elevated, as he was thrashing with every press on his nerves. “God, Carrington.”

I knew he wouldn’t last if I kept rimming him. He’d shown me already that his youth came with a hair-trigger libido. I reached for the bottle of lubricant he had left on the nightstand, popping the top and warming some of the liquid between my fingers.

I kissed his thighs. “Keep your hand on mine. You guide me in.” That was what Eric did over the next minute until I had three fingers inside him. I was so aroused looking at how I was penetrating my man. He pulled up his legs more so I could hit his prostate.

“Carrington, please. Want you in me,” he managed through his writhing.

I pulled out of him and squeezed lubricant over my dick. “Okay, promise me you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you.” He bit his lower lip, nodding yes. I lined the head of my dick to his loosened hole, pushing in. His eyes rolled back and I wasn’t sure if he was liking it or dying. “Eric, please let me know if this is good for you.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Please, Carrington. Keep going.”

I pushed in further, causing him to bite harder on his lower lip. I paused, letting him get used to the intrusion. I knew from my earlier experience that there was a ring of nerves or muscle that I had to get past before he would start feeling pleasure. He looked to me, giving me a slight smile and a nod. I pushed in until the base of my dick was encased by his tight channel. “Eric, I’m inside you. Baby, it’s…thank you,” I gasped, bending down to kiss his panting mouth.

“So full,” he breathed.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Just getting used to it. But I like it. I like having you inside me, Carrington.” He gazed into my eyes as I remained within him, then he touched my cheek. “You’re so handsome. And you’re so wonderful. I’m glad you’re the one…”

I assumed he meant that I was the one to take his virginity. I found myself wishing he meant that I was the one to be with him from now on. I ran my hand through his damp hair. “Want me to start moving?”

Eric blinked his eyes in assent and, for several minutes, I pumped in and out whilst kissing him. It was the first time in a very long while that I felt strong emotion as I was making love to someone.

“I’m ready,” he whispered.

I angled his hips a bit higher and drove my own a bit harder. Eric started uttering an ‘ah’ with every thrust. When it felt like I was going to shoot, I pulled all the way out, spewed over his hole, and pushed the cum and my dick back inside of his warmth. He blew his own load within seconds, crying out my name whilst babbling nonsensical words. I caught his face with both hands to steady him, staying buried in him and pressing my shoulders down to his. Eric was still eliciting a soft cry with each exhale of breath, his expression one of disbelief about what had just happened.

Once his breathing slowed, I kissed him again, petting his hair and caressing one of his ears. “You were wonderful, Eric.”

He still had the look of wonder on his face. “Carrington, that was the best experience of my life.” I smiled. He was so cute. “Thank you. You knew just what to do to make me feel…special.”

“Baby, you are special,” I reminded him. “So special.”

The slight nervousness was etched on his face once more. “Um, that was your first time too.”

I kissed him to assure him that I was fine. “Eric, stop worrying. It’s clear that I’m not straight. I’m enjoying being with you way too much for there to be a question about that. I want it all with you.”