The warmth swallowed me, enveloping my finger to the knuckle as it reached deeper into Bennet’s body. His hole was tight and hot, my saliva making his skin shine. The slickness inside him and the sweet scent of lube told me he was more ready than I’d expected.
I leaned down, letting the tip of my tongue caress his hole from above while thrusting my finger into him from below.
Bennet’s breathing was shallow, but his moans were steady and constant, rising from him as I worked his hole loose with one finger, then two. I stretched him little by little, giving us all night if we needed it. I didn’t want to hurt him later. I didn’t want him to feel even a little discomfort if I could avoid it. Watching his back rise and fall with breaths already sent waves of pleasure through me.
When I pressed a third finger into him, he whimpered and cut off his breath.
I spat on his hole and twisted my wrist, making Bennet moan louder into the pillow, and thrust three fingers into him easily. He pushed his body back against me, taking all three fingers without a beat. “Oh yeah,” he grunted. “Just like that. Please.”
“You like that?” I asked.
“I fucking love it,” he whispered, voice fading.
I worked him loose, keeping the pace the way he liked it for minute after minute. Bennet begged me to go harder, and I did, finding the spot that made him lose control over his voice, making him pant and moan louder. I pressed my other hand against the small of his back and thrust three fingers into him until sweat covered his skin, and his voice was hoarse and worn by grunting and moaning, his hair matted, and his face red.
“Fuck…Jason…” High-pitched and thin, his voice begged me, but I waited for the words. “I need you. Oh, please. Fuck me, please. I’m ready.”
And I knew that he was.
My hand and forearm burned as I slowed down and pulled my fingers out, muscles tight and exhausted, but my heart pounded faster than ever.
I reached for the nightstand and pulled out condoms and lube, preparing myself quickly for him. “Turn around,” I said. The unbearable tension in my cock and lower abdomen warned me that I had been holding it off for too long. I wouldn’t last long, but I wanted to hold him, hug him, kiss him, and look into his eyes when we shattered and unraveled.
Bennet did as I asked while I stroked my cock with lube. He spread his legs for me and lifted his lower back so I could stuff a cushion under him with my other hand.
He was still hard, the tip of his cock slick with precum.
My hands rested on his knees, feeling the prickles on his skin along his thighs. Slowly, I moved my hands upward, touching him so tenderly that he trembled.
And when I reached his groin, closing my hands around his dick and balls, Bennet wheezed and threw his legs around my waist, pulling me in. “I can’t wait anymore,” he moaned. “I need you, Jason.”
I need you. The words echoed inside my head, sinking into my mind and into my flesh.
“I’m right here,” I said, hands dragging up his lean torso all the way to his long neck, then closing around it.
Bennet moved a hand down between us, taking my cock into a firm grip and grunting once as he pushed it down and pressed it against his hole. “Fuck me,” he said, his voice hoarse, but the command in it was unmistakable. “Fuck me before I go crazy.”
He relaxed. I could feel it on the tip of my cock, the tension seeping away, and the muscle loosening for me. I’d worked him so wet and loose that I didn’t worry about it so much, but I leaned in slowly anyway. I sank into him so carefully that neither of us breathed for a long while, long after the first inch brokethrough an invisible barrier of fear and anticipation and settled inside his body.
Bennet gave a shaky nod, and I swayed my hips gently backward before thrusting my cock just a little deeper into him.
I gazed at his face both because he glowed with unearthly beauty and because I waited for him to wince. He didn’t. I was perhaps careful enough to avoid it. So instead of waiting for some hint of pain to show itself on his face, I focused hard on the feeling between us and the tension of his flesh around mine. He was warm and relaxed and just as focused, jerking his hips off the cushion and thrusting the back of his head deeper into the pillow. His lower back arched a little as he created an angle that suited him, and I felt myself sliding deeper into him again.
Finally, as I impaled him gently some four inches deep, I knew the hard part was over, and all that was left was for us to surrender to every feral instinct our bodies could come up with.
We exhaled together, mouths searching and finding one another.
Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?I wanted to ask him, but I couldn’t find the words or my voice or the sense in having a conversation just now.Do you have any idea just how good I feel next to you?
But I said nothing. Words were something that floated through my mind, swirling in flurries like snowflakes. Nothing you could catch and hold onto.
The tension pooled in my groin, making my cockfeel stiffer and my balls feel tighter. It wound me like a tight spring, but I held myself back, swinging my hips down and pushing deeper into Bennet’s body just for the joy of seeing his lips part and form a silent oh.
He looked into my eyes without breaking the contact. His legs, still curled around my waist, tightened their hold on me, and he threw his arms around my upper back.
His cock throbbed constantly against my abs and his.
And when I squeezed my hands tighter around his neck, he inhaled shakily and nodded, something changing in the way he looked at me. It was like he’d always wanted someone to do that, but never had the courage to ask.