With my heart in my throat, impatient for more, I tease around his hole before slowly sliding in, and?—
“Oh, Jesusfuck,” I cry out as Erik’s ass tightens around me. It’s been ages since I topped, but I don’t remember it being this downrightbrain-melting.
Erik clenches and relaxes his ass, and I see stars. He’s loosening himself up even more, and I could come from this alone.
“I’m ready,” he says, and I make a slow thrust. The pleasure that hits me catches me off-guard, and I steady myself with a hand on Erik’s solid chest. I push forward again, and it’s just as good. The warm, wet, ecstasy surrounding me is maddening, and it’s almost too much.
I try to read Erik’s expression, but it’s hard to tell if he’s scrunching his face up in bliss or pain. “Are you doing okay?” I ask.
His jaw loosens, I make another tentative push, and my balls tighten even more.
“This is perfect,” Erik mutters. His body is slack, his head is limp on the pillow, and his limbs are all splayed out, but he’s coiled his fingers through the navy-blue sheets, gripping hard. “Give it to me.”
I smirk down at him. “You think you can take it?”
He nods, frantic and quick. “Rail me.”
Steeling myself, I balance Erik’s legs on my shoulders, clenching before rocking into him. I pick up the pace, making sure to aim up and hit Erik’s prostate each and every time. He lets out an unbroken string of swears, wrapping his legs around me and drawing me close. The first prickles of an orgasm start to build, and I close my fingers around Erik’s hefty, leaking cock, stroking him in sync with every single thrust.
His ass convulses, signaling that he’s on the edge, and like clockwork, he grunts out. “Luke, I’m so close.”
“Come for me.”
His ass spasms, bringing me right to the brink, and then his dick throbs, sending a huge spurt of cum up to his neck. Erik forces out a gravelly, shaky cry, and the sound, coupled with the sweet pulsing around my shaft, pushes me over.
The climax undoes me, ripping me apart at the seams. My vision fades into oblivion, and I see nothing except for the white-hot intensity of my orgasm. It crests in waves and bursts, emanating from my core and spreading all the way to my toes and fingertips.
My sight returns, and I look down to see Erik’s generous release splattered all over his twitching body and the headboard. I snicker, and he stirs.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
“You made a mess of yourself.” I gesture at his glistening torso. “And the bed.”
“All you, Luke,” Erik mumbles. “Damn, I’m sore. Good sore.”
I grab my towel from the bathroom and wipe him clean, his large body still sprawled out on the bed, weak and relaxed. After giving my softening dick a once-over, I collapse on top of him, nestling my face into his neck and inhaling his addictive scent as he wraps his arms around me.
“We’re gonna need another shower,” he mumbles. “I’m so sweaty, it’s like I came through my pores.”
With a groan, I give his head a hard tap. “That’s disgusting. Don’t say that, you ass!”
His body vibrates with our laughter, and he grins up at me.
I exhale. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit. We can shower later.”
“Sure thing, Lukey.” Erik plants a soft kiss on my cheek, and I collapse into him.
“So how was your first time bottoming in two years?” I ask.
“It’d better not be the last time. I’ll have to risk it during the season, too. It’s way too good.”
“Aren’t you afraid of being sore for games?”
He breathes out a slow sigh. “I’ll see how I feel tomorrow. You were gentle, so I should be okay.”
I flick a strand of hair off of Erik’s forehead. “Mm. I’m more than happy to bend you over after you come home from a game,” I say, dragging my fingers down his torso.
“Fuck,” he moans. “I need you to move in with me, like, immediately. And forever.”
