Damon’s hands moved to my hips, pulling me down, sliding me down the length of the bed, and he rose. He moved around,kneeling on each side of my head, one hand moving firmly along his dick, his balls hanging just above my lips.
I opened my mouth and lifted my head, making him pause as my lips met his balls, tongue out and caressing him. He froze, tension palpable, and let me enjoy the first real taste of him in over a year.
When he bent down, he pushed the tip of his cock into my open mouth, precum meeting my taste buds and sending explosive sensations through my body.
Damon lifted my legs while lowering his hips inch by inch, filling my mouth until my throat stopped him. His lips found my hole again, tongue moving over it lazily, while he swayed his hips lightly, getting me used to his size, reminding my throat how to do the job.
Each time was a little easier. Each thrust went a little deeper. Demon’s balls pressed against my nose, and his cock dipped lower, impaling me harder as my throat finally relaxed and took him in.
I was beyond thought. I was beyond all that was worldly. My body was just an instrument, and these sensations were a symphony of eroticism.
The scent of musk and sex and lust filled my nostrils as I drew a deep breath. In one blissful moment, I could breathe, Damon’s cock cutting off the flow of air in the heartbeat that followed. He licked me harder, thrusting his tongue almost inside of me, kissing me, sucking me, biting me, and dragging his teeth over my tender skin.
Gooseprickles covered my arms as I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him down and taking him into my throat.
When Damon pulsed inside me, he lifted himself off, groaning. “Fuck, Seth,” he said, voice strained. “That was close.”
“Give me more,” I pleaded. “All of it.”
He got up, breathing deeply, finding the balance in his feelings again.
I bit my lip, looking at him kneeling down before me again. For a moment, I felt self-conscious about it, about what I wanted. Then I decided it was an irrational feeling. So what if he knew I had been preparing for it? “I’m on PrEP,” I said. “If you…”
He cracked a smile again, kind and sexy and totally disarming. “Me too.”
“Then I want you like this,” I said. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
I reached into the drawer in the nightstand and opened it, a bottle of lube rolling into view. I picked it up and handed it to Damon.
He tossed it into the air, spinning it and catching it in one cocky move, then popped the cap off and spilled plenty of it into his hand, rubbing his cock firmly with it before placing his fingers between my cheeks.
“Look at me,” he said, voice soft but carrying that effortless note of command.
Or gazes locked as his fingers moved tenderly over my hole, pressure rising so slowly and carefully that it was nearly imperceptible.
“Relax,” he whispered.
As if by some magic, some ancient power, that single word loosened my muscles. The warmth of his finger entered my body, finally taking a step we had never dared take before. Whether he had thought he was protecting me or if he’d been unsure himself, it didn’t matter. I adored him now for waiting as much as I had hated him for denying it to me last summer.
Some tension was released from his muscles when his middle finger entered my body, sinking deep into me until his knuckles stopped him. He twisted his hand one way and then the other,exploring me as his chest rose and fell with steady breaths. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, full lips moving as if it was all happening in slow motion.
His other hand closed around my cock, holding me without movement, feeling the throb as he pushed his finger deep into me again, getting me used to the sensation with the gentleness and ease I never would have expected from Damon had I not known him so intimately already. As it was, I knew what I would get from him. I knew how tender he could be, even when he pushed me to my limits.
The space between Damon’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he moved his finger a little, pressing it against my prostate so that my entire body tensed, and I grabbed the linens under me as if I would rip them apart.
“There you are,” he murmured, pulling his finger back and adding another one.
He was so thorough, so careful, stretching me wider with each twist of his hand, slicking me with lube, and filling me with his body until my eyes rolled back in my head and my lips parted desperately, voice no longer coming out, air stuck in my throat.
Damon’s hand jerked faster, two fingers penetrating me all the way to his knuckles, sliding in, curving, rubbing against my prostate until the small of my back lifted, my head sinking into the pillow.
Everything felt good. The softness of the fabric beneath me, the fingers sliding into me, and the rumble of Damon’s voice as he whispered sweet things about me.
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Damon, please, I can’t fucking wait anymore.”
He thrust his fingers into me, forcing a moan over my lips, and pulled them out slowly, the tips of his fingers massaging my slick hole for a minute longer.
“Give me the pillow,” he said, reaching over with his other hand.