He popped off me. “Fuck yeah.”
“Stay right there for me.”
He tensed as I slid off the bed.
“Good boy.”
He dropped his head and sighed.
I settled behind him and tore the condom open so I could suit up. When I was nice and slick, I slipped two fingers inside him.
“Oh fuck.” He clenched around them.
“There you go. Let’s get you nice and ready for me.” I stroked the pads of my fingers over his prostate in a slow, deliberate pattern.
“Shit. That’s… Now. Give it to me now.”
I gently pulled my fingers free and shifted so I was lined up with him.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” He tensed.
“Relax, G.” I rubbed his back with my free hand. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Kay.” He blew out his breath and his tense muscles loosened.
“You look so hot like this.” I rubbed my cockhead over his hole. “All ready and waiting for me.”
He grunted something I couldn’t make out..
“I can’t wait until I’m splitting you open. You’re going to look so good on my cock.”
“Again with the talking.”
I dipped my tip inside him, then pulled out. “And what’s wrong with talking?”
“It’s weird.”
“You don’t talk to your partners?”
“No. Not during.”
I pushed the head inside him again and held still.
“Fuuuuuck.”
“Too bad. I’m a talker. Either get used to it or learn to tune me out. Shouldn’t be too hard. You seem to have that selective hearing thing down.”
“Better than being a robot all the time.”
I chuckled and pushed until my cockhead disappeared in him. “Robot?”
“Goddamn,” he said breathlessly.
“Don’t tense. You’re okay.” I rubbed his back and side.
“Yeah.” His voice was strained. “A robot.”