We kissed for a long time… soft, slow, hard, desperate— didn’t matter. Every touch sent us higher and higher and our need for one another grew. Pre-cum was making our cocks slide deliciously against one another and I had no doubt it was a mix of both of our desire.
“Fuck, need you so bad,” Bennett breathed against my mouth. His hips were bucking up against mine and his feet were locked around the backs of my thighs as if to hold me in place. I rocked into him a few times and drank down his moans of pleasure. But it wasn’t until his hands gripped my ass so he could grind our bodies together, that the rush of need became too much to ignore.
“Benny,” I said harshly. “Are you negative?”
“Wha… what?” he asked. His fingers were digging into the globes of my ass and I wondered if I’d have bruises tomorrow. God, I hoped so. I wanted Benny’s mark all over me. Just like I wanted to leave my mark on him… in him.
“I don’t have any more condoms. Do you?”
He stilled, but luckily, he didn’t remove his hands. Who would have guessed I’d have such a thing for his hands on my ass?
“No,” he said dejectedly.
I shouldn’t have been glad, but I was.
Hell, glad wasn’t even the right word.
“Are you negative, Benny?” I murmured against his mouth as I pressed gentle kisses against his lips. He kissed me back, but I kept the pecks light so he could focus.
His eyes widened as he finally seemed to understand what I was asking. He began nodding. “Yes… yes.”
“Me too,” I said. I kissed him deeply and asked, “Do you want it, Benny? Me inside of you? All of me?”
“Are you really asking me that?” he asked, his lips drawing into an exaggerated frown. His hand came down on my ass with a crack, causing me to jump in surprise.
“Was that supposed to be some kind of punishment?” I drawled as I enjoyed the warmth that flooded through my skin the second the slight sting faded away.
“Not working?” he asked as he smoothed his palm over my globe. “Guess I’ll have to think of something else.” He arched his eyebrows as if deep in thought and then pulled his hands from my backside.
“No fucking way,” I snarled, and then I searched his hands out and put them right back where they’d been. I kissed him hard and deep until he was squirming against me again and his fingertips were clutching my flesh. But he wasn’t satisfied with the simple act of gripping me. Because as I fucked his mouth with my tongue, one of his long fingers traced the crack of my ass and then he was breaching it and searching out my hole. I’d been with a few guys who’d tried to play with my ass before, but it wasn’t something I’d ever been into. But Bennett wasn’t just some guy and even if the sensations were new ones, I welcomed them. Hell, if he’d told me to turn over in that moment so he could shove inside of me, I would have gladly done it, despite the fact that I’d never let a guy fuck me before.
“Yes!” I cried out when he began massaging my hole.
“God, Xander, you feel so good,” he murmured against my mouth. I wanted to tell him what he was doing to me felt amazing, but figured I’d show him instead. I reached behind me and grabbed his hand. I held his gaze as I pulled his fingers to my mouth and slowly bent every finger down until only the one that had been pressed against me remained. I slowly sucked it into my mouth and licked all around it as if it was his cock in my mouth. His eyes went wide and he inhaled sharply. When I released his finger, it was covered in spit and I carefully returned it to my ass.
Bennett hesitated for several long seconds before he pushed against me.
“Go slow, I’ve never…”
I let my words drop off and Bennett completely froze. “What?”
I dropped down to kiss him. “You’re going to be my first, baby.” I nipped at his lower lip. “I need you too bad to let you fuck me tonight, but I’m going to have every part of you before you leave, Bennett. I promise you that.”
“I’ve never either… done that to a guy, I mean,” he stuttered.
I smiled against his mouth. “So we still get to be each other’s firsts after all,” I whispered.
He let out a little cry and then his mouth crashed against mine. His kiss was hungry and passionate, even as his finger gently began to probe me. It wasn’t until he began adding pressure that he gentled the kisses, making them slow and deep. It stung when his finger popped through my outer muscles, but the burn that followed didn’t feel at all bad. And the sensation when he pulled his finger back just a little bit before pushing it in again was heaven.