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I had to switch positions, or I’d come before I could get the word out.
“Sit down on me,” I said, pulling out of him, his pink hole puckered and leaving me desperate to be back inside him.
Desperate to never be apart from him again.
AUSTIN ROMERO
Charlie had turned me into a verified power bottom. His dick had cast some kind of spell on me, making me a convert after one single fuck. It was like he had unlocked an entirely new spectrum of colors for me to see with. He unlocked a whole new range of sensations— all of them mind-blowingly pleasurable. He had the key that unlocked the absolute best sex of my entire life, leaving me a withered husk at the end of every time, immediately wanting more.
And this morning didn’t seem like it was taking a different trajectory.
My mornings had been pretty stable these past few months, and they were made extra special because I had Charlie next to me for all of them. Even when we were secretly together in college, it was rare for us to wake up together, although it had been some of my favorite memories of that time.
Not anymore. We didn’t have to worry about tipping off roommates or parents or friends. We didn’t care who saw us walking out of our room, hair still messed up from sex, shuffling down to the breakfast bar hand in hand. Everyone in Blue Creek knew we were together, and we had no one else we needed to hide from.
It was liberating, and it made me fall even harder in love with Charlie Marsh.
And did I mention his magic cock? Because that was certainly not to be missed.
He pulled out of me and left me missing that very exact thing. Not for long, though, as Charlie got up and went to sit on the lounge chaise next to the arching floor-to-ceiling window. The morning sunlight, bright and blazing, painted his perfectly smooth and toned body like… well, a smooth sculpture. He rubbed his flushed chest and held his glistening cock up with a thumb pressed down at the base.
My body pulsed with need, a core-tightening urge to be filled by him, to take him inside me.
I got onto the chaise and, legs on either side of him, pushed back, reaching around so that I could hold his cock against me as I pushed. A moan slipped from my lips as he parted me open, giving me exactly what I wanted. My body coursed with a fiery pleasure that must have felt similar to a rush from some illicit drug. Addictive. Mind-bending, body-melting.
Hole-stretching.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groaned, sinking down so that I took all of him inside me. I could feel him pushing at my walls, my cock leaking without even being touched. Like he was milking me from the inside.
“Fuuuuuck,” we both repeated as I rose. I didn’t keep things slow. My ass was already open and ready, and I could take all of him. I bounced on Charlie, up and down, grinding, swirling my hips. My eyes practically popped at the crashing tidal waves of pleasure that broke over me every time he’d hit my prostate.
“More, more,” I begged, pleading. I grabbed my cock in my hand and held myself in a squat as Charlie fucked me, bucking up and sinking himself so far inside that I swore I could feel him against my ribs.
Another moan. Skin slapping against skin, the taste of sweat on my lips, the feeling of Charlie slamming into me.
Everything added up to equal an explosive conclusion. I came, the orgasm rending me in half, the come shooting out of me in thick strands. Charlie kept fucking me, shouting out his own orgasm as a rope of my come smacked him in the chin. He spasmed underneath me, digging his fingers into my hips, holding me in place as he filled me with his seed.
We were both shivering with residual waves of pleasure as I climbed off him, smiling wide as I went to go grab some towels, some evidence of our fun dripping down my thigh. I returned to find Charlie splayed out on the chaise like a glaze-covered starfish, a similar blissed-out smile playing on his face. I leaned down and kissed him before I gently wiped up the mess I’d made all over him. He lay there, smiling, big blue eyes looking as vast as the ocean that twinkled outside the window.
“It’s wild how much I love you,” he said, his words feeling as special as the climax we’d just shared. “I can’t believe this almost didn’t even happen.”
“I think we were always meant to happen.”
“Think so?”
I nodded, setting aside the damp towel and budging Charlie over so I could sit with him on the green velvet chaise. “I think our journey happened exactly how it needed to. We needed that time apart—it allowed our lives to open and our hearts to fill, and now we can love each other without any bounds. I don’t think that was possible for us back in college.”
