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With my messy fingers, I opened the drawer of my nightstand and tossed condoms and lube on the sheet. Tyler wore an excited expression, his naughty, boyish smile charming me before he even said a word. As I pulled my sweatpants and my underwear down my legs, Tyler pushed the supplies I’d handed him out of the way. He was on his knees in no time, licking his lips, and his hands went for my naked hips.
As I stepped out of my clothes, Tyler turned me around.
Shivers ran down my arms. My skin prickled even before he neared me. I knew what he wanted to do and it filled me with such blinding lust that nothing else would satiate my desires but what he was about to do.
His hot breath washed over my bare, sensitive skin, and his hands squeezed my cheeks, spreading them apart. We’d groped each other’s butts countless times, going as far as to run a finger or two over each other’s holes, but we hadn’t done more than that. Not until now.
I cried out the first time his warm, wet tongue pressed against my tight hole. It was a choked yelp of surprise. My dick pulsed and Tyler’s hot breath burst from his nose as he chuckled. “Fuck, that’s nice,” he whispered, then licked me again.
My hand instinctively reached back and grabbed his head. I was leaning forward, my legs spread, and I pushed his head so that his face pressed harder against my butt. He gripped my hips with strong arms and yanked me back against him, rubbing his tongue all over the space between my cheeks. It was breathtaking in the most literal sense of the word. My lungs were collapsing and burning, my chest was shaking, and my abs were trembling. I couldn’t remember a time when I was as tense as this.
Guided by his arms, I knelt on the floor, my hands on the sheet supporting my torso. Tyler was kneeling behind me, his tongue working my hole with surprising softness. Still, his hold on me was firm.
I folded my arms on the floor and buried my face in the fold of my right arm, muffling my rising moans while Tyler devoured me. His clean left hand moved between my legs and took my dick from below all the while his lips and tongue pleasured my hole. I hadn’t known that something could feel this good. Part of me wanted to have him in my mouth and see if that was the winning combination and the other part was far too happy with what we were doing to care about anything else.
My toes were curling and relaxing at every change in pressure. My dick was pulsing in his hand. And when my hole felt so warm and wet that I needed something more to happen, Tyler seemed to sense it too.
He pulled back a couple of inches. “I’m going to put one finger inside of you, baby,” he said.
I whimpered at the last word as much as I craved for what he promised to do. A choked sound of assent assured him I wanted him to continue.
Tyler released my dick and pressed his finger gently near my hole, dragging it up and down and moving it in circles around my rim. He rubbed and massaged and I felt it when his saliva dropped on me from a few inches above. He picked it up with his finger and rubbed it a little firmer. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck yes,” I panted.
The truth was, I didn’t know if I was ready or not. I just knew I couldn’t stay like this, strung in suspense and shivering for something else to happen. And when he pressed his finger hard against my hole, all of me tensed and closed in defense. Despite my best attempts, I couldn’t control my instincts.
Tyler pulled back. “Not yet,” he said almost like he found it amusing. There was nothing judgmental or disappointed in his tone. I loved how careful he was. I loved how tender and sweet he was. And he leaned in, pressing his tongue softly against my hole again. Moment after incredible moment, I felt my body relaxing.
“Try now,” I pleaded, figuring out how to remain relaxed while his finger added a little bit of pressure. My hole clenched once, briefly before I forced it to be calm.
What rolled over my lips was something between a cry of joy and a desperate sob. Tyler’s finger slipped inside of me and my whole body lit up. It was like some crazy adrenaline drug was injected into my bloodstream.
“Does it hurt?” Worry mixed with curiosity in his tone. He wouldn’t want to hurt me, but he also wanted to know before it was his turn to try it.
“No,” I whispered, finding my voice somewhere deep within. I felt like my soul was far outside my body. Like my voice was no longer mine. “It doesn’t hurt at all.” My words were followed by another sob-like sound, but now I heard what it was. It was happiness. It was pure happiness at the discovery that it was fine. We weren’t going to have to give each other up over this. No, it wasn’t a scary, painful thing. In fact, it felt so good that my vision was becoming blurry and happy tears made my eyes wet.
Tyler’s finger pulled back and returned deeper into me. He was very carefully slow and gentle with me, but he couldn’t know how it crazed me. He didn’t know how badly I wanted to feel more of him inside of me.
Erratically, my body came alert, tightening, closing, protecting itself from this new sensation, but I reminded myself each time that nothing felt this good. It was alright. It was safe.
When we agreed that Tyler should add another finger to prepare me better for what would come after, my body went through the same loops. It flinched and then warmed up to the sensation. And with the second finger, I was beginning to understand what it was like to be stretched. I didn’t know all my other muscles were tense until they seared with exertion. I didn’t know how to relax them, so I simply focused on where it felt the best and where it mattered the most. I was vaguely aware of sweat breaking over my back and brow, but I fully felt Tyler’s tongue when he pressed it above my hole, saliva dribbling over his fingers and entering me.
The thought crossed my mind and made me shudder with this powerful feeling. I didn’t know what to call it. His spit was inside of me, I realized. The saliva from Tyler’s body entered mine. The thought was glowing hot in my brain and my heart.
More, I thought. I want more. I must have said it aloud because Tyler asked if I was sure. And when I whimpered that I was sure, he added another finger, making my eyes bulge for one long moment. It felt like minutes were passing, even if, in truth, it was a matter of seconds. The ripping, splitting sensation traveled up my torso as if his whole arm was impaling me. At my choked cry, he paused, but I pushed myself back on his fingers, and he understood his task.
Probing me and slicking me with spit, Tyler fingered me for a long time. I couldn’t be bothered with concepts such as minutes and hours. They were totally irrelevant when there were pleasures like this. I wanted them gone. I didn’t need time; I needed Tyler. Forever like this.
I could feel it. His fingers were sliding in and out of me easily, slipping and dipping and turning as he spun his wrist this way and that. Now and again, his fingers would press something inside of me that sent a jolt of pure, unfiltered happiness into my heart. That was when I heard myself whisper again. “Fuck me, Ty. I want your dick, baby.”
When he pulled his fingers out of me, I felt their absence like it was something vital he’d removed from my body. I longed for him so desperately that I couldn’t pour it into words. There wasn’t a word as big and clever and beautiful as what I felt for him just then. His skillful slip of the condom and the generous amount of lube he applied filled me with courage even as I reminded myself that every expectation I’d had in the last month was blown out of existence by the beauty of reality.
And when his thick cock pressed against my hole, I thought I knew what to expect. Even so, leaning back on it was slow, and Tyler was careful with his movements. I realized I was gritting my teeth against the same tearing sensation that ripped through me in white flashes, but I didn’t change it. I was holding my breath, fighting tooth and nail for what I wanted us to do, and the most incredible thing followed after a few heartbeats. All those near-painful sensations burst away like a soap bubble. Pure heat remained, filling me and sending ripples of joy through my entire body. And when Tyler swung his hips back and thrust them forward again, I knew we had done it right.
Pushing my torso up and supporting myself with balled fists punched against the floor, I leaned back and impaled myself deeper down his long dick. I’d expected to struggle and suffer and persevere for the simple joy of pleasing him, for the shot at making him mine, but the reality was immeasurably better.
I loved this.
