Page 43 of Treasuring Michael


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I groan against his hole, wanting that too, but not wanting to stop eating him out. He tastes so good and the noises—god the noises he’s making have my dick so hard it hurts.

“Now, Michael!” Damon shouts uncharacteristically.

I pull my tongue from his hole and stand up, crowding his body. “Baby, that’s a big step.”

“Let’s take it. I trust you. I know you’ll take care of me. I’m ready.”

Shutting off the water, I dry him off quickly, but gently. Then I scoop him off his feet, taking him to bed, where I lay him out. Stepping back, I look down at him. His beautiful, slim body is absolutely perfect.

“Baby …” I breathe out. I cross the room to my bag and get the lube and fish out a condom. I had no plans to be inside him, but I was hopeful.

When I have the supplies, I go back to bed, lying beside him. “Put your leg over me. I want to see your face while I make love to you.”

“Make … love?”

I put my hand on his face. “Yes, baby. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Not giving him time to answer, trip over his words, or lie, I kiss him hard, taking his lips in an almost bruising kiss. I pull his hair tie out and bury my hand in his hair, pulling him closer to me so I can taste his moans.

After I stop kissing him, I reach for the lube, dripping some on my fingers. With them slicked, I trace around his hole as I slide closer to him, our dicks brushing against each other.

“You ready?” I ask gruffly. I need to make this good for him, so I fight to get myself under control.

“I’m ready,” he answers softly.

As gently as I can, I slide one finger inside him. His ass clamps down on that digit and my head drops to his shoulder. If he’s this tight around my finger, I can only imagine how he’ll feel around my dick.

Damon squirms as I pump in and out of him slowly, nudging his prostate. He gasps loudly, mouth open in a silent cry. “Another,” he says on a breath, circling his hips.

I add another finger. Damon throws his head back, his mouth forming words, but no sound coming out.

“Want me to stop?” I ask, worried I may be hurting him.

“Please don’t. I want it so bad, Michael.” My dick twitches at his needy voice and how my name sounds leaving his lips.

“What do you want, baby?” I kiss softly over his shoulder, his neck, his cheeks. My fingers continue to pump in and out of him slowly, curling them to give him a jolt of pleasure.

After a sharp cry, he bows his back and whimpers. “I want you. Please.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper against his neck before I pull back to peer at his face. He looks gorgeous, face relaxed and his mouth open while he takes panting breaths. “You have me.”

He opens his eyes and looks at me, unshed tears brimming. Damon reaches down and grips my wrist, guiding my fingers in and out of his hole. “Do you promise?” he whispers back, and I want to gather him in my arms and hold him until he understands that I’m not going anywhere. I want him to know that I want him under me, on top of me, beside me and with me is where I want him. Always.

“I promise, baby. I would never lie to you. You’re mine, Damon.”

I slam my mouth down on his, speeding up the thrusts of my fingers and fucking his mouth with my tongue. Damon moans over and over while I kiss and finger fuck him.

Snatching his mouth away, he says, “I need you, baby. Inside me. I think I can take it.”

“Let me prep you more. It’s your first time. You need to be ready.”

I add another finger, stretching him out. I spread my fingers inside him to loosen his channel, wanting there to be as little pain as possible.

When I think he’s ready and my fingers glide in and out effortlessly, I remove them. Rolling over and resting between his spread legs, I lick into his mouth, gliding my tongue against his. I’ll never tire of kissing Damon.

Breaking the kiss, I reach to grab the condom, sitting back to roll it on. After I drizzle lube over my cock, I settle back between his legs.

“Let me know if it hurts and I’ll stop immediately,” I tell him.

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