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Noah wipes saliva off his swollen lips when I step out of reach. Why is that hot?
I pull at the fabric covering his chest. “Shirt off, too. You’re gonna fuck your first man.”
He gapes at me, wide eyes blinking in rapid succession, for about three seconds before he whips his shirt off and fumbles with his shorts, shoving them down just enough that his thick cock slaps against his stomach when it springs free.
“God, I love that sound," I muse, grabbing lube and a condom from the drawer in the coffee table. Without wasting a second, I kneel between his legs, which can only spread so wide trapped in his shorts. “FYI, I’m clean. I got tested after my last encounter.” I lick a path from root to tip, loving how he tries to chase after my mouth. “And I’m guessing you are too since you haven’t been with anyone in a while. So,” I hold up the condom, “your call. Want to wrap up or not?”
I mentally slap myself for making the offer—I never go bare—but I sort of want to rock his world, and while he doesn’t need to be bare for me to do that, I kind of don’t want to cover up when it’s my turn, so it’s only fair to offer.
“Have you ever gone without?”
The truth might make it seem like he falls into one of those ‘concessions’ categories again, which I don’t want. But I want to feel that beautiful cock raw more than I want my fortified walls. “No. I’ve always wanted to, though, if I thought it’d be safe.”
“If we don’t need it, I’m good.” He tips his head toward the hand holding the condom. I toss it aside with a wicked grin and squirt a glob of lube into my palm to coat his dick.
He flinches from the cold, muscles tensing gloriously beneath his skin. After a moment, he relaxes into the couch as the friction from my hand warms him up. When he’s nice and slippery, and glistening I straddle him and line him up to my hole.
“Don’t you have to stretch first, or something?” His brow furrows with concern, blue eyes wary.
“I’ll take it slow for your first time.” He doesn’t need to know that my recent dry spell doesn’t extend to my dildo, or that I used it as recently as last night.
Holding my breath, I sink lower. The big guy didn't get his nickname as a means to boost his ego, it's obnoxiously accurate on all accords. I force my body to relax as I take him inside me, exhaling deeply as he breaches the tight ring of muscle, and groaning with relief when I feel the fullness inside me. “Shit that’s good. Still with me, champ?”
Noah’s eyes are squeezed shut, jaw locked so tight he almost looks like he’s in pain. For a quick second, I wonder if he is, and whether that pain is physical or mental. Sure, he talked a good game about being okay with his attraction to another man, but when it comes to actually fucking one—maybe he isn’t as ready for this as he thought.
I’m about to freak out, believing I’ve overestimated his comfort level, when he finally exhales, whispering, “So tight. God, I… Jesus that’s the tightest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Yeah?” There’s no disguising the pride in my voice as I start to rock my hips forward, only to have him clamp his hands on my thighs, hard.
“Don’t move. Not yet.”
“You’re killing me, big guy. I’d say going mid-fuck would be kind of the perfect end, but it’d be a tragedy not to bust this nut after you worked it into this state.”
“I want to last longer than a few pumps. I want you to enjoy it.”
Prying his hand off my leg, I wrap it around my now angry-red length. “Does it feel like I’m not enjoying this?”
Noah flexes and squeezes his fingers, then gives me a slow, firm stroke. “No.”
“Okay, good. Now...” I rock my hips slowly, warming him up for what comes next. “I’m gonna ride this fat cock of yours, hard and fast, and the only thing I want you to do is feel it. Get lost in it.”
“I don’t want to finish before you.” A glimmer of worry flickers over those baby blues.
“Jack me off when you get close, and I won’t be far behind.” I’m doing it again. Making concessions, spending way too much time making sure his mind is at ease. Caring. I guess that’s okay since it’s his first time, but I can’t make a habit of it.
Noah gives me a terse nod, and I rise up until only his tip is buried inside me before slamming down. His head falls back on the couch with a garbled moan while I take a second to catch my breath—I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full. Then I’m off, riding him like a man possessed because, let’s face it, at this point I probably am.
The clapping of skin echoes around us as I bounce up and down, my heavy cock banging against his abs each time I bottom out. Noah tries to lift his head to watch, but loses the battle, incapable of holding it upright, mumbling a string of curses and moans as I give him a proper fucking.
My thighs, which were already pushed to their limit trying to hold still while he blew me, quiver and shake from the effort of holding my weight. I’ll feel that later, but I don’t give a shit. The absolute euphoria I feel right now will be worth the discomfort later.
It’s cliché—and I’ll deny thinking it as soon as we’re done—but he fits in my body like he was made for it. He’s wide enough that he stretches me without causing pain, just an intense pressure deep inside. And the way his shaft presses against my prostate… I swear my vision goes a little hazy each time he pegs it. My eyelids are almost too heavy to hold open, so I basically can’t see anything. I just writhe on his lap, chasing the orgasm I have no doubt will be epic as his moans spur me on.
“Tripp. Jesus, fuck… I” He wraps his big paw around my dick and starts pumping frantically. It's my signal that he’s close, and thank God because my balls are ready to burst.
Upping my tempo—apparently, having Noah’s hand on my dick throws me into a higher gear I didn't know existed—I slam my body rhythmically onto his. My panting and groaning hits higher pitches like I’m the star of a cheesy porno. I try to hold it in, but the countdown has started. Liftoff is imminent. And when the hockey god underneath me goes rigid with an animalistic growl of his own, I explode.
My hole clenches around the rod pulsing inside me, my dick shuddering violently inside Noah’s palm as my balls unload. A rush of warm liquid fills me, causing more tremors to ripple through my body as the one underneath me twitches and trembles through its own release.
