"Get your sexy ass over here," I say, patting the towel.
He gets to where I want him as I pop the cap to the lube open.
"I want to see you," he whispers. Another confession. Fuck, I never knew they could be addictive.
I kick off my shoes, socks, jeans and boxer briefs. He checks me out unabashedly, licking his lips and causing my cock to jolt in response. I'm not sure I've ever had this much fun at a booking.
I trace my finger lazily down his stomach and watch him suck in a breath between gritted teeth. Precum drips from his tip onto the soft hair on his happy trail. I take my thumb and rub it in circles, messing him up.
I drizzle some lube onto my fingers and begin to rim him. His knees are up, giving me easy access. He drops his head back against the pillows and moans loudly. He's easier to open up, this time, and within minutes he's squirming, gripping the sheets.
"Fuck, coming," he grunts as I graze his prostate. He jerks himself roughly as he comes on a groan. I massage him through it gently, waiting for him to come back to himself.
When his eyes open again, I smile.
"Got another in you?" I ask, still working him open.
He blows out a breath. "Shit. I don't know. Maybe?"
"Wanna take my cock?" I ask, my voice low and seductive. His eyes drop to where I'm lazily stroking myself. He bites his lower lip but nods eagerly. I should turn him away from me so it's not so intimate, but it's his first time. He deserves his first time with a man to be perfect.
I tear open a condom wrapper with my teeth and watch as his Adam's apple bobs. I pour more lube onto him as well as my cock. When I feel like he can take me without pain, I press thehead of my cock at his entrance. One hand is gripping my cock while the other grips his waist.
"Deep breath in and out for me, baby," I say, immediately kicking myself for using a pet name. But when he melts in response, I know that it's worth it.
I press forward slowly, until the head of me slips through his tight ring of muscles. Both of us freeze and moan. I open my eyes to check in with him and see his beautiful blues staring back at me.
"You good?" I grunt, willing myself to ignore the primal need to rut into him. His eyes are glassy, but he's not tense.
He bites his lower lip again and nods. I press in another inch when he tenses. I retreat. If that's where his limit is, that's what we'll work with.
His spent dick is slowly filling and coming back to life as I retreat, thrusting shallowly and slowly, but not going past the point of discomfort.
"You good?" I ask, pulling out and thrusting in again.
He nods before breathing out a quiet "Yes."
His one hand drops to his waist and covers mine, and squeezes. He breathes deep again, and I'm able to press in another inch. And another inch, until I'm full seated inside of him. I lean over him, bracing my weight on my hands. His legs wrap around my lower back, pulling me into him. I roll my hips, pulling out to the tip before thrusting slowly back inside. My eyes study his face for any sign of discomfort.
His eyes are rolled back in his head, head thrown back in ecstasy, jaw slack, sweat beading on his forehead. But he's not giving me the sounds I know he makes when I graze his prostate.
So, I lean back, tucking my legs beneath me, so that I'm resting my ass on my heels, pulling him down on my cock. Lifting his pelvis like this lets me hit his prostate with every thrust.
His arms fly to grip the sheets above his head, his legs around my waist tremble as his mewls get higher pitched.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Trey..."
I don't want him to come in this position but I can feel he's close. I grab his wrists and pull him to sit upright in my lap. He's impaled on my length and completely helpless in this position. It also puts him above me.
He opens his glassy eyes and looks at me, wrapping his hands around the back of my neck and head. My jaw slacks as I pound into him from below.
One hand grips his ass, pulling him up and down on my cock, while the other grabs his dick, tugging it the way I know he likes.
"Jesus. Fuck. God. Trey."
"Come on me, baby. I know you can," I encourage. I'm close, too. He's not quite there, though. He came just minutes ago. So, I break out my secret weapon. "Be a good boy for me and come, Brockman."
He throws his head back, groaning and pulls me to his sweaty chest. I don't mind. He smells like him, sweat and sex and I love every second of it.