And I’m going to give it to him, open up the possibility of more between us.
I reach forward, grab the lube from the end table, and set it beside me. Then my eyes rove over his back and ass before I spread his cheeks and stare at his opening, my mind envisioning all the ways I could fuck into it. How well I know it would take me.
“Look at you,” I say, sliding a finger down his crack again and running it along his rim. He arches up slightly, silently begging, and I pause.
“Greedy, Caleb?”
“You know it,” he murmurs as he turns his face into the pillow.
He has no idea what I’m going to do to him. But with how responsive he is, he’s going to love this. I flip the cap of the lube open and squirt it on his crack, rubbing it against his rim.
Getting him ready to be breached.
To take a part of me.
“Ready?” I ask, and he holds his breath and nods.
With care, I work a finger into him, making him groan at the intrusion. His eyelashes flutter closed, color blooming on his cheeks. He flexes around me, and I whisper for him to relax as I slowly fuck my way in.
Gentle. With a purpose.
Stretching him out, watching my finger disappear into his slutty hole inch by inch.
When I’m knuckle deep, he gasps.
“So good,” he mutters as I move my finger around, crooking the tip, searching for that little bump.
I know when I find it.
“Oh fuck!” he shouts, arching up.
A dark laugh escapes me as I murmur, “There it is,” and do it again. Caleb nearly comes off the bed, his cock hard and dripping between his legs once more.
Like I said, so responsive.
“What the fuck…” he moans. He’s panting now, unable to catch his breath as I play with him. I tug on his balls as I add a second finger, his hole taking me easily. Like he was made for this. For me.
I scissor him open, watching as he’s driven wild by me.
“Whit. Please. More.”
I knew he’d like this. Knew he’d like me playing with his prostate.
He spreads his legs wide and then lifts himself onto all fours, fucking back against my hand.
“Such a slut for it, hm?” I ask, and he whimpers.
“Yes. For you. Yes. More. More.More.”
I shift closer, my thighs bumping against his. Reaching around him, I take his cock in my hand and fuck him on both ends. His mouth is open in a constant moan, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
When I push a third finger into him, he gasps. So fucking full. So fucking full of me.
I stare at him, taking all of me, and I lean down, biting his ass cheek. My finger pulses against his prostate, and he cries out, his cum hitting my sheets in streams.
The sight of it has me reaching my hand between my legs and getting myself off, all while still inside of him, wringing his orgasm out of him. I watch him shiver and shake as his cock spurts once more.
“Can’t move,” he says when he’s wrung dry. He flops right down in his mess and groans loudly.