He steps closer, backing me up until my back bumps the door. “I’ve dreamed of us rocking each other’s worlds for a long time. Give me tonight.”
I had no idea he liked guys, but the thought of Blake Kennedy rocking my world almost makes me come. This is bad, but it feels so good. His hard cock presses against mine.
Holy shit, I don’t have a prayer.
One night.
I can do it for one night and maybe get the need out of my system.
Yes, tomorrow I’ll rush to church and confess my sins. I’ll ask God for forgiveness and hide my sins for the rest of my life.
My hands curl around the back of his neck and I tug him toward me. Our mouths meet in another soft kiss. His chest pushes against mine while he grinds his firm body against me.
A groan escapes me.
A groan that makes him deepen the kiss.
The pace turns into a desperate battle. His hands fumble with my belt, while mine just copy what he does. Pants go down, white shirts come off, and we’re left with only one piece of clothing remaining: our underwear.
I admire his abs. The V-line they form goes all the way to his groin. But mostly, I admire his bulge. Instinctually, I want to hold his length.
Suck it.
Blake moves us toward the bed, where we lie only seconds later. He reaches for me and pulls me into his embrace. All the fooling around I did with Lincoln doesn’t compare to what I’m about to do.
The internal fight between what I feel and what I know struggles once Blake’s hand slides between our bodies and grasps my cock. His fist pumps my slick dick. My legs tremble as my balls tighten, feeling heavy and in need of release.
“Don’t come yet,” he says, releasing me. “Please, I want you to come while I fuck you. Have you ever?” My head shakes, and no words come out of my mouth. “I’ll make it good for you. You won’t regret it.”
Blake is prepared. He pulls a bottle of lube from the duffel bag he brought from the car. He dribbles some onto his fingers and applies it to my hole. Gently, he pushes the tip of his finger inside my ass. The strange pressure between my cheeks makes me want to push him out.
“Relax, babe, let me inside.” He kisses the tip of my cock. How I would love for him to take it into his mouth. “This will hurt at first, but I’ll make it feel good.”
Following his words, I let the tension go, allowing him to be able to thrust his finger all the way in. The ministration continues, moving in and out at a lazy pace. I enjoy the pressure, but mostly, the pleasure each time he hits my prostate.
Gradually he adds a second and then a third to circle my ring, stroking it, teasing as they sink deeper and deeper inside me. It. Feels. So. Good. I can’t help the moan that escapes my mouth.
“Fuck, you feel so good. You’ve made me so hard. You’re ready for me.” He tears the condom open, rolls it down his shaft, and then applies lube on the latex.
“Ready?” I nod. “On your back. I want to see your face.”
Gripping his cock, he positions himself between my thighs. The head nudges my hole, and I tense.
“Breathe, babe, you have to relax.” His voice is barely a whisper.
I swallow hard and close my eyes. This is it. Tonight, I’ll get a taste, and tomorrow, I’ll make sure to shut this need.
Never again will I desire a man. He pushes forward, easing himself inside me.
“Are you okay?” I open my eyes and slightly nod in response. “Tell me when I can move.”
My reply is a loud moan.
He takes that as a go ahead and thrusts all the way in. The intense burn awakens all my nerves. Blake fucks me with determination, yet with slow strokes. But I don’t want slow. I want fast, deeper, so I hook my legs around his ass and meet him each time he plunges himself inside me.
Desperate, I beg him to go faster.
His hand reaches between our bodies and finds my cock. He fists it and pumps at the same rhythm as he fucks me. The moment my balls tighten, my entire vision is reduced to only him. Blake. We both groan when he plunges one last time all the way inside my ass and my cum sprays his chest.