Page 45 of Wedge

“Please?” I finally say.

He nods and I flip onto my back again, raising my knees as he grabs the bottle, drizzling too much over his fingers, then some more down my crack. I flinch at the cold, but then his fingers are there, rubbing against my hole, and holy shit, that’s so different from a toy. Warm. Fingertip soft. Circling. Oh, yeah, that’s good. I feel myself clenching and fluttering against his fingertip.

“Oh, hell yeah,” I hum as his finger breaches my entrance. I bear down against him to open myself and his finger just slips inside me, brushing over my prostate as he goes. “GOD!” I yell as lightning flashes over my entire body. “Holy shit, A, that’s amazing, that’s so…” He brushes it again and I feel a drizzle of cum from my cock. I moan.

“More,” I beg. Adrian’s fingers are making me slightly insane. “I’m ready, promise, just give it to me.”

He’s pumping fingers into me, flashing over my prostate. I know my pupils are blown to black, and I really want to kiss him, but dammit, he is moving too slow.

“Fuck me, Adrian,” I growl. “Get up here and give me your cock. Please, baby.”

He withdraws his fingers and clumsily rolls on a condom from the bedside table, shuffling between my thighs. He pauses with the head of his cock searing my entrance and staring into my eyes.

“Fuck, Stephen, never done this before,” he mumbles.

“Me either,” I chuckle. “Take my cherry, Adrian. All yours.”

He stares into my eyes.

“Please,” I groan.

And he presses in.

The head pops right past my opening, and I suck in a breath at the slight burn, willing my face to reveal nothing. He is bigger than the toys I used, but he’s going slow, easing into me, staring into my face as I just keep nodding and muttering, “Yes, just like that, yes, more. More A, give it all to me,” until his hips meet my ass and he’s gasping for breath, too.

“Damn, Stephen, so hot. You are so hot inside. Tight.”

I clench without meaning to, and he almost squeals. “Holy fuck, Stephen, so tight, gonna make me cum if you do that, shit, don’t do that!”

I will myself to relax, force my body to open for him. Panting, breathing deep, I let my legs splay open even wider, pull my knees up higher.

“Give it to me, Adrian. Yours to take, now give it to me. I need it.”

He groans, then pulls back slightly, and my eyes roll back at how. Incredibly. Damn. Good. It feels.

“Yeah, baby, like that, so good, just like that,” I say on repeat. “Just like that, god, you feel so good, that cock, holy hell, A, perfect cock, god damn, yes.”

He builds up some speed, and I’m soaring. So thick, he smashes my prostate with each pass, and I can feel my cock spurting on my belly.

“Ah, god. Pound me, just pound me,” I beg. “Can I roll over? Please? Oh my god, Adrian, want to feel it.”

Cursing, he pulls out of me and slaps my calf. “Roll over, then.”

I get on my elbows and knees, spreading my knees to be at the same level as his cock, and he slams into me.

“Ohhhhh, god,” I scream into my mattress. “Yessss! Ah, yes, Adrian, oh god.” I start to throb, the base of my cock pulsing, and I’m going to cum. He’s not even touching my cock and I am going to erupt like a volcano. I reach under and wrap my fist around my dick and stroke in time with his thrusting.

“Oh my god, so close, so close,” I say, not sure if I’m begging or screaming or just whispering into my pillows. I know he can feel it as he pounds hard. Fast, deep strokes, and I’m yelling, bellowing even as I lock up, every muscle, every sinew, every nerve focused on his cock delving into my soul.

He cries out, an incoherent howl, and his cock throbs in me, and I’m just gone, my vision blacking out as the climax seizes me and wrecks me. Wave after wave, gasping as another takes me, as he pulses into me until we are both sobbing. He collapses onto my back, cheek to my shoulder blade, and I stay there, on elbows and knees, my forehead on the bed, the sheets a mess, breath heaving.

And it’s glorious.

“Wow,” he says into my back.

“Wow,” I agree.

I let a minute pass, just enough to get my head about me, knowing he needs grounding badly. The room is quiet except for our breathing, and through the cracked balcony door, the city hums below us, the faint thump of bass from the salsa club drifting up from the street. Cool air slides across the sheets, and I’m suddenly aware of every inch of damp skin. I ease onto my stomach so he can pull out, then roll over and tug him into me, hard.