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I bring myself up his body, and my lips ghost over his. “Is that what you want?” I ask as I push two more fingers into his hole. “You want to fuck my fingers?” I ask as he starts to move himself up and down my fingers as much as he can. I’m positive that it’s tight for him and slightly uncomfortable, but if he doesn’t like it, he’s hiding it really fucking well. “Or do you want my cock?”
I kiss him as he continues to ride my hand, not giving him a chance to answer.
“Cock,” he says the second my lips detach from his. “I want your fucking cock.”
I pull my fingers out of his ass and bring my mouth back down to his loosened hole. My tongue has no problem going in as it’s slightly gaped open.
“Don’t move.”
I go to my kitchen since it’s closer and grab the olive oil on the counter. When I get back to the couch, I pour it over and into his hole. Fuck, his slightly open hole is such a turn-on. Because I can, I spit into his hole again, and the sight makes me have to grip the base of my cock.
I pour the oil over myself and line up, “You ready?”
“Yes.”
That was all I needed. I slide into his tight hole, and it takes everything for me not to blow. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
His only response is a moan and scratches down my back. I pull out just enough before I push myself back in. I may not have ever had sex with a man before, but I have had anal plenty, and I know he needs time to adjust. I know that I can’t just slam myself into him over and over again, no matter how badly I want to. So while I allow it to build up, I kiss him again.
Mine.
It’s as simple as that. Whitley is mine. He’s gorgeous and everything I’ve never had before. He’s everything I’ve never wanted before. He’s changed everything for me.
“More, Sandy. Fuck me harder.”
“As you wish.”
I give him a quick kiss as I bring my hips back and slam into him. I pull myself up, so I’m at a better angle, and I allow myself to put everything I have into fucking him. When I tilt his hips up more, I start to peg his prostate. Which I can only confirm because of the way he reacts. His body is electrified. His skin is flush, and he drags his hands across his chest, up his face, and through his hair. It’s almost as if he feels me everywhere. Which is exactly where I feel him—everywhere. I’ve been completely captivated by him, and I have no intention of removing myself from the hold that he has over me. Especially now. I’ve claimed him, made him mine.
“Fucking hell, Whitley. Your tight fucking hole feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
We both grunt, and I place his legs up on my shoulders. I grip his hips and start to pound into him even harder. I am so close to coming, but I refuse to come until he does. His cock is fucking leaking. Precum looks as if it’s soaking his stomach. It’s gorgeous.
“I’m…gon…na…fuck!”
I watch as he screams out in ecstasy, and he comes without the help of either of our hands.Holy fucking shit.That is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Add that to the fact that his hole is constricting around my cock. It only takes a couple of pumps before I unload deep within his ass.
“Ungh. Fuck! Whitley.”
I keep pumping until I can’t anymore, and the pressure of his hole starts to hurt from how over-sensitive my cock is now. I slowly pull out of him, and I kiss him lightly.
I feel like I am soaring through the sky, getting closer and closer to the sun. I’ve never felt this free or this alive. It’s almost unbelievable that this is what I’m going through. That I get to share this with him. He wraps his arms around me, and my arms encase his head. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
“Mine,” I tell him.
He looks into my eyes, and I see in his what I know what is showing in mine.
“Yours.”
I have never been into the whole cuddling thing. I was a come-and-run kind of guy. But laying here with his head on my chest, my fingers slowly dancing up and down his back as he sleeps, I am calm and can see myself doing this every night. And I’m not talking about sex. Yes, it was the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had in my life, but I can see myself lying like this after a long day. I can see myself coming home to him and wanting nothing more than to hold him.
Does this mean I have always been gay? Is that why it was only a release with women? I mean, I didn’t discriminate between a cunt or an asshole with them, so is that gay? No, it can’t be. I find women attractive, and I enjoyed having sex with them. It was never like this, but I enjoyed what I did in the past. Am I bi-sexual? There are other options. I know Manda is learning about them in school. I walked in on her and Turd, teaching them to Storm and Judge one day. Being with him has never felt so right. Thinking of other men feels wrong. Maybe I’m just for him and no one else.
“I like the sound of that.” his gruff sleepy voice cuts through the silence.
“I’m thinking out loud again, aren’t I?” I chuckle and pull him closer as he burrows his face into my chest. The feeling of his beard across my nipple sends a shock down to my cock. I’m sure he can feel it start to harden on his thigh.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to worry about how to present yourself to the rest of the world.” Whitley kisses my chest. “I am more than okay with it just being us for a while.”
