For a moment, I considered suggesting we leave the condoms. It startled me, and I snatched one condom and tore it open. I was bemused to see they were made for thicker dicks like mine so they wouldn’t strangle the shit out of my dick. I wondered if they were the only condoms he had because he expected bigger dicks, or if he kept a few on hand just in case.
I found I didn’t like that last idea as I rolled the condom on while he fucked himself with his fingers. I didn’t know where that uncomfortable sense of possession had come from, but it was new to me. It had been years since I’d felt that ugly sense of possessiveness over someone; God, I’d been in my twenties. But there it was all the same, and with an annoyed grunt, I lubed the condom to cover up the weird shit going on in my head.
It took a bit of force on my part, but the pressure won out and the head slid in, swallowed by him eagerly. Even through the condom, I couldn’t help but marvel at how warm he was inside. I followed it further in, pushing, and stopping when his hand came up to press against my chest.
“Forgot,” I grunted when I saw the look on his face. Not quite pained, but not comfortable either. “Sorry.”
His chuckle was a little thick; his fingers squeezing my chest. “I’ll take it as a compliment, Big Boss.”
“Fuck off,” I said. The asshole was so tight I actually felt my dick twitch at the nickname that was forever tainted because of him.
“Fuck me, more like,” he said, pulling his hand back. “Rock in slowly; that should help.”
I might have been the one fucking him, but no way was I going to argue with the direction he gave me. I was a bastard through and through, but even a bastard could make sure they didn’t fucking hurt the person they were sleeping with. I didn’twant him hurt; what I wanted was to feel him deep inside, to hear the way he sounded when I fucked him, to make his toes curl and his mind go blank with pleasure.
It turned out that rocking was better for both of us, making the path inside easier and a lot more pleasurable. I filed that away for future use without even fighting the idea that there would be a future for that information. We weren’t even done yet, and I could tell there would definitely be another time, and another, and another, and…then what?
I was thankful when I was buried inside him completely before I could go any further down that train of thought. It was enough of a distraction as I pulled back and felt his grip around me before pushing back in. He squirmed slightly, and I stopped what I was doing. “What?”
“So close,” he grunted, and when I frowned, he twisted and grabbed a pillow. “Help get this under me.”
“Oh, sure,” I said. It was something I’d done before, but I hadn’t known it applied to anal, let alone to men. I shoved the pillow under his hip. “Like that?”
“Let’s see,” he said, and still confused, I pushed forward and almost stopped when he groaned. “Oh, hell yeah.”
I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but I knew encouragement when I saw it, and the fact that he was enjoying himself was all I needed. All that had happened was changing the angle which, as I started fucking him again, I could see made all the difference. His sounds were louder as I worked up a good rhythm, finally moving with more ease now he wasn’t gripping me to death from the inside.
I was just glad he was having a good time because I was practically lightheaded from the pleasure building inside me as I picked up the pace. I pushed forward as I gripped his knees and bent them toward him. I shouldn’t have been surprised that thejerk was pretty bendy, and gripping the back of his knees gave me the opportunity to really fuck down into him.
Remembering how well he had responded to rougher treatment, I tested whether it extended to fucking. I reached down and gripped the base of his throat, not enough to cut off any air, but with a grip that made his eyes flash to mine with a burning need. When I snapped my hips forward to slam against him, he cried out and I realized he was trying to grind onto my cock.
“Fucking…” I growled and fucked him in earnest. Our bodies crashed together as I held onto his neck, my body slamming against his as I tried to keep the angle that had worked before.
His smart mouth apparently didn’t work well when he was getting fucked, his cries coming out half strangled and his chest breaking out in a sweat. His dick was half hard, flopping against his stomach, but he reached down and took hold of it, jerking himself off as he cried out. I almost thought about stopping him, but hell, I was already too close. I needed him to get off, to make a mess of himself.
After only another minute of fucking him into my mattress like it was my goal to break the damn thing, his body went rigid. I could feel him tighten around me, trying to suck me into him as he cried out. Cum splattered over his hand and arced up to his chest, gleaming in the light of my cabin. My hips twitched before snapping back again, twice, three, four times before I let out an animalistic snarl and felt myself come hard.
I pulled free, making him grunt and yanked off the condom as the next spurts of my cum hit him. To my shock, he found the strength to wrap his mouth around the head, and I groaned as I felt his tongue rub the underside as I filled his mouth. His eyes were staring up at me, half lidded and my breath caught when I watched his throat work, swallowing what I gave him.
I panted. “That…had to taste awful.”
“I forgot you had a condom on a second before,” he said with a laugh, wiping his mouth. “Next time I’ll just let you point and shoot.”
“Next time,” I said with a snort.
He looked up at me, and I saw a flash of uncertainty. “Was it that bad?”
“No,” I admitted almost instantly. “Not at all, it was…kinda weird, but not bad.”
“That feels like a rave review coming from you,” he said with a snort. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No,” I grimaced as I found the condom and dropped it in the trash can next to my desk.
“Okay, lemme try this. Do you think you should talk about it?” he asked.
I glanced at him; he was sitting on the edge of the bed, as completely unfazed by his nudity as…well, as I was. I guess there was little point in being self-conscious around someone you’d just fucked into the mattress.
“Probably,” I grunted.