Whit stares at me for what feels like an eternity and then runs his hand across my ass and spreads my cheeks like he likes to do. He’s staring at me, at my hole. His breathing stutters, and he traces a finger down the crease. Back and forth. He torments me until I hear the pop of a cap and feel lube trickling down my crack.
“Gods,” I mutter as he quickly works one finger inside me.
I’ve gotten good at this, of bearing down and letting my body relax so he can move inside of me. We’ve been practicing.
Ilovepracticing with him.
Beg for it usually.
“Look at you,” he whispers almost as if he’s in awe, and then he adds a second finger. He starts to scissor them, stretching me and making me see stars as he occasionally massages my prostate. He knows just where it is. It’s like he’s memorized my entire body.
I’ve done the same with his.
“You’re doing so good, Caleb,” he says softly, and I melt at the reassurance. This is a big step, letting someone in like this. And yet, I’m not afraid.
When he adds a third finger, I’m whimpering. “Whit, please. I can’t wait any longer. Need you. Need this. Please fuck me.”
“Almost,” he says, his voice strained. I’m practically fucking myself back on his fingers, needy as hell for more of him.
And then suddenly, his fingers are gone, and I feel soempty. I look back and see Whit staring at me with those dark eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks as he covers his cock with lube.
I nod, swallowing roughly.
“Yeah. Need you.” I turn my face forward and lean my forehead onto my arms.
I feel Whit moving behind me and pressing down on my back, making my ass arch up even more.
“You’re perfect,” he says so softly that I almost miss it, but then it’s forgotten because I can feel his cock at my hole, pressing inside.
And I take it like I knew I would. His head slips in easily, and I gasp. He’s thicker than his fingers, but he moves slowly, letting me adjust to his size until he’s sinking in a little further.
“Good boy,” he mutters, his fingers digging into my hips.
The compliment makes my chest inflate, and I bear down, and he slips in a little farther until he’s panting.
“So tight,” he says on a shaky exhale. “So good.”
I feel a bead of sweat fall down my temple, and I turn my face, and on an inhale, I push back the rest of the way, impaling myself on him.
“Caleb,” he stutters, and I breathe deeply through my nose because he’s long. Longer than his fingers, and he’s bigger too. He stretches me deliciously, and I can feel the pleasure begin to bloom through its sting.
“God, you’re big,” I grunt, just letting myselffeelhim inside of me.
“You okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my back, making sure not to move inside me.
“So good. So full,” I manage to say and then nearly come when he reaches around me and begins stroking my cock. Up and down, twisting his wrist deliciously, bringing me so close to the edge that I’m writhing on him. So full, so fucking full of him.
“Shit, Whit. Move. Move. Jesus. Fuck me. Please.”
Whit’s hand disappears, and then I feel those fingers digging into my hips, and he’s pulling his long length out and pressing back in, slowly.
Too fucking slow.
“More. Faster,” I gasp, and he does it again, a little harder.
It’s not enough. I need more. I need for him towreckme.