I look over my shoulder and see him watching his cock pull all the way out of me before he pushes it back inside. The sight is so fucking obscene that I can’t help it. I press back and impale myself on him. Hard.
“Caleb,” he groans and meets my eyes. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Wreck me. Fuck me. Now. I want to feel you for days.”
Whit seems to think on this for just a moment, but when I lurch forward and slam back down on his dick again, he comes to a decision because he starts to piston forward, slamming into me. Tunneling that long, slick cock right up my ass. The bed lurches forward, and I wonder for a moment if we’re going to take the entire tent down, but then all I can think about is how damn good it feels because he’s arched his hips just right, and he’s hitting the pleasure spot inside of me so good.
“Oh Jesus,” I cry out, lowering myself even more so he can just use me.
“You’re such a slut for me. Aren’t you, Caleb,” he huffs, his hips slapping against my ass, his balls hitting mine. The sounds our bodies are making are literally pornographic, and I feel myself growing close to coming just from the sound of it.
“So damn greedy,” he says and then wraps his arms around me and pulls roughly. I’m lifted up and off my elbows, my back pressed against his chest. Now I’m totally skewered on him, and I can’t breathe.
Whit grabs my hair and tugs roughly, turning my head and pulling my mouth to his.
“You’re mine.Mine,” he says roughly and then slams his mouth onto mine, eating me, sucking me, his hips thrusting up in short bursts that make my cock begin to weep. My entire body is shaking, trembling with need. How is this so good? Why was I ever straight? Pussy has nothing on this.
And then he shifts ever so slightly, and I cry out as he thrusts against my prostate just right, and without even touching myself, I explode across the sheets. Thick, white strips of cum landing everywhere.
Whit grabs my neck and squeezes and then pumps up inside me once, twice, three times, and then he groans loudly, biting down roughly on my neck as he chases his own release.
We stay like that for a few seconds, catching our breath, and then Whit moves his hand from my throat, and I collapse forward, Whit’s cock still inside of me as I struggle to breathe.
Warm, soft hands rub gently up up my back and down my sides. Reverently. Worshipful.
“You okay?” Whit asks, and I nod.
“Need water.”
Whit kneads my ass cheeks and then pulls out slowly, trying not to hurt me. I can feel his release dribbling out of me when he's gone, and I secretly love it.
“Here you go,” Whit says, holding a water bottle out to me. His hands tremble slightly, and I bite back a smile as I push up on my elbow and drink it down. Then I collapse back on the bed.
“You wore me out,” I manage to say and then wince at how tender I feel. How empty. “I want to do that again. Tonight,” I add, and Whit runs a hand tenderly down my chest, stopping at my happy trail as he threads his fingers through it.
“Maybe,” he says, and I arch an eyebrow at him.
“Why maybe?”
“You’ll be sore. We should give your body a rest.”
“Fuck rest. I want it again. Give me a few hours.”
Whit chuckles and then presses a tender kiss to my lips. He helps me clean up, and I let him, even though secretly I want to tell him to fuck off. I want to feel his cum on me when I fall asleep, but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t go for it. He’s too much of a neat freak.
So, I arch my hips up as he wets a towel and cleans my cock, ass, and thighs.
Then he lies down next to me, and I move on top of him.
“That was…amazing,” he tells me, and I preen.
“So your first time without a condom was memorable?”
“Yeah, Caleb. It was. You were.”
I scoot a little closer. “Good, I want you to remember me.”
Whit’s fingers dig into my skin a little harder than usual, and he whispers, “Always.”