Page 82 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

He plunges his fingers deeper, twisting them and working me open. Every time he pulls them back and slides in again, I want him that much more.

“Want your cock.”

“You ready for that?” He appears above me, leaning in to kiss me quickly. “You sure?”

I nod. “Please. There’s lube on the bed.”

“Condoms?”

“Huh?”

“Do you have condoms?”

“Um…” I search my memory through the lusty haze. “Don’t know where they are.”

I feel his resistance, so I grab his wrist.

“We don’t need them. We’re both tested and I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested. You neither, right?”

“Fuck, Beau. I’m gonna come as soon as I get inside.”

“That’s okay. I just need you to do it. I want it so bad.”

He nods, searching for the lube bottle. I watch him snap the cap open and pour some over his incredible cock. My stomach flutters. In a few seconds all that is gonna be inside me.

Trav lines the head of his cock up with my hole. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Slowly, he pushes into me. My mouth drops open. Oh fuck. This is way more intense than two fingers. I’ve never felt so stretched out, so full in my life. A low, guttural moan punches out of me and I clench around Travis’s cock.

“Jesus, Beau. You’re so tight,” he groans.

“You’re so big.” I let out another moan, panting and trembling, trying to adjust to the impossible feeling of having him inside of me.

“Can you take it?” he murmurs, nuzzling my ear.

I nod, my eyelids fluttering. “Want to.”

“Breathe out for me, baby.”

I inhale and exhale slowly, and as I do, my muscles relax and his cock slides in deeper until he bottoms out. We both lie motionless for several seconds, adjusting to this new sensation. Well, new for me. Not sure if Trav has done anal before, but this is something else.

He’s hovering above me, his warm breath fanning my face, his intense gaze holding mine. A wave of emotions rushes over me, but I bite them back. All I know is I better savor this because tomorrow he’s gone again.

“Gonna move, okay?”

“’Kay.”

Trav pulls back and pushes in again, slowly, gradually increasing his pace until we find a rhythm so delicious I feel like I could cry. His cock drags against my prostate with every thrust, stoking an intense, building heat deep inside my gut. My toes curl and my cock leaks, smearing wet strings of precum over his skin as he grinds into me over and over. His nose bumps mine and our hot, panting breaths mingle in the half inch of space between our mouths.

“You’re fucking heaven, Beau. Fuck.”

I reach up and grip his ass cheeks, squeezing them as he pumps in and out of me. I thought a finger felt good, but this? This is so much more.

Trav falls forward and attacks my mouth with his, tucking his hand under my knee and pulling my leg up to get in even deeper. Fuck, I don’t know if I can take it. It feels too damn good. I moan into the kiss, rolling my hips to get as much of him inside me as possible.

When we break apart, Trav props himself up on his hands, slamming into me, our gazes locked. I grip his forearms like I might fall if I don’t. It’s too late for that though.