Page 58 of Catching Sparkles

He blushed, for once looking just a bit shy and sheepish. “Is that bad?”

“N-no!” I said quickly, my hands reflexively tightening on his hips. “That’s so hot. I… I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Me too,” he admitted softly, and the pink shade of his cheeks darkened a bit.

“You never have?”

“I don’t really sleep over with guys a lot. And when I do… I mean, something like that takes a lot of trust.”

“Yeah. Of course,” I agreed, remembering how he’d gushed about my size and strength, and the fact that I could basically force him to do anything if I wanted. But he knew I would never use my muscles to physically overpower him. He hadn’t trusted other guys he’d been with. But he trusted me. “I-I would never, you know… do anything you didn’t want.”

His eyes and expression softened, suddenly radiating intense infatuation for me and I instantly understood I’d done the equivalent for him of what he always did for me when I was feeling anxious about one of my insecurities. He shifted under me a bit, carding his fingers through my hair in an affectionate stroke.

“Rhys, I’m not sure there’s too much in the world you could do to me that I wouldn’t want.”

Deeply touched and unbearably flattered, I lowered my face back to his warm, flat belly, nuzzling his skin with my lips.

“Well, I mean I’ll never hurt you. Uh, unless you want me to. I guess.”

He let out a bubbly little laugh, so pretty and musical it made my chest ache.

“Probably not. I’m not really into pain or anything like that.”

“Oh, good,” I said, nearly sighing with relief. “I was kind of lying. I don’t think I could do that to you.” Nothing against it, but I’d never gotten off on that kind of thing.

He laughed again, the easy sound of it and his calm aura putting me slightly more at ease. He wasn’t tense at all, his body language totally relaxed. He wasn’t the least bit worried about how this would go, even though it had been so long for me and I’d never even fucked a guy before.

When I finally got to the scrap of fabric trapping his swollen cock up against his body, I could see slick droplets already soaking through the lace. Unable to stop myself I licked up the length of him. The texture of the underwear against my tongue combined with how hot his flesh was underneath it was making my head spin. I focused on the head, kissing and suckling, my pride and ego bubbling up inside me as he gasped and moaned, leaking out more precum for me to lap up. Just like when I’d done this before, the taste of his arousal was driving me crazy.

“Oh, Rhys.” His voice was breathless already, and definitely lacking the note of composure he tended to keep in it. “I want you so bad. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

The words entered my ears and turned to flames roaring through my veins, my whole body sparking up like a wildfire. I was suddenly desperate to have him in my mouth. His dick, his balls, his hole. I didn’t care, I just needed to taste him without anything between us. Even if it was only thin lace.

“Can I take these off?” I panted urgently against the inside of his thigh, breathing in the fruity scent of his skin like it was my own personal brand of oxygen.

“Yes, baby. Of course.”

I gripped the hem of the panties, tugging at them and instantly realizing they were too tight and not stretchy like I’d imagined. After struggling to peel them down for approximately one and a half seconds, a growl of frustration crawled up my throat and I tore them down the middle. The shredding sound of the delicate fabric ripped through the air, and I heard him let out a sharp gasp. But I couldn’t apologize or even look up to see if he was upset with me. I felt starved and feral.

His balls were smooth, already drawn up tight to his body. My hands gripped onto his hips to hold him in place as I drew them into my mouth, laving them with my tongue and suckling until he was writhing and moaning out my name, too lost in sensation to even remember to talk me through what I was doing.

I didn’t feel an ounce of trepidation as I spread his ass cheeks with my thumbs, exposing his pink hole. Of course he’d even be pretty there. The sight of it fluttering and twitching at my closeness only intensified my need to taste it, and I groaned as I buried my face between his slim thighs, licking and licking until he was crying out my name.

I flipped between teasing him and driving my tongue inside, eating him so voraciously and for so long that my saliva started to drip down his crack to pool on the blanket under us. Once he was practically sobbing, with his chest heaving and his back arching, I ripped my mouth away just long enough to latch onto his cock. He’d already leaked out a lovely little puddle of precum onto his stomach. I sucked at the head, bobbing on him a couple times to get at the fluid that had dripped down onto his shaft.

“Rhys!” My name came out like a plea as he buried his fingers in my hair to pull my head up and off him. “Lube. Please. I-I need you to fuck me. The nightstand,” he tacked on, at the questioning look on my face.

My whole body was vibrating as I yanked open the drawer the rest of the way to locate the little tube, bypassing the condoms and other interesting items he kept readily available there. I’d question him on the big dildo later. For now all that mattered was that I gave him what he’d asked for.

Squeezing some lube out onto my fingers, I balanced on my knees between his spread thighs. His hole was soft and wet from having my tongue inside it, but he was far from loosened up. When I circled it with one slippery finger, pushing in and feeling the tight squeeze, my eyes widened in amazement.

“Are you sure you can actually take me?” I wondered, terrified he’d confirm the suspicions I was suddenly having and tell me to get off him and forget the whole thing.

He let out one shaky breath of laughter, and nodded. He was flushed all over, his beautiful skin sheened with sweat.

“It’ll fit. Don’t worry, baby. Just work up to two fingers, and then three.”

I did as he asked, stretching him as much as I could, mesmerized by the tight channel that he’d assured me my dick would actually fit into. It seemed impossible, but I knew if I couldn’t fuck him after all this buildup, I’d die of sexual frustration anyway. When I’d worked him open and slicked him up as much as I could, I quickly stroked the rest over my engorged cock.