“Baby, you’re so tight. Give me a second, or this is going to be over way too fast,” Fee says, and he closes his eyes, taking deep breaths. I can’t help but laugh at his look of concentration, causing me to clench around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t do that,” he groans. I tug on my cock gently, not enough to give me any real relief, but just enough friction to take the edge off. Fee looks down at where our bodies are joined and—fucking finally—starts moving.
He goes slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding all the way back in again. It’s sweet, sweet torture as the head of his dick pegs my prostate, and I shift my hips to try and seek out more of the sensation. Keeping the same angle so he hits me just right, his thrusts get faster and faster. I can feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm close—too close.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long if you keep fuckin' me like this.”
Fee pulls out and crawls onto the bed. He sits so his back is to the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“Ride me,” he says, panting. I move quickly, straddling him backwards because I know he’ll enjoy the view as I slide up and down his length. I ride him slowly at first, enjoying the change in sensation in this position. When I sink all the way to the base of his cock, I feel impossibly full. Fee grabs my hips, his fingertips digging in as he encourages me to ride him faster.
I moan loudly and grab the lube. Covering my cock in the slippery liquid, I jerk myself off—hard and fast. When Fee begins to thrust up into me, my orgasm builds quickly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop,” I tell him. Seconds later, every muscle in my body tenses before releasing, cum shooting out of me and covering my hand. My chest heaves, and my feet are tingling. All my nerves are firing like sparks of electricity forking in every direction underneath my skin.
As I return to earth, Fee is still pounding into me relentlessly; it’s almost too much. I’m over sensitive from coming, but I can tell Fee’s close, so I help tip him over the edge.
“I can’t wait for you to fill me with your cum. I want to feel you dripping out of me all night,” I say as I clench around him. His movements stutter, and then his cock is pulsating, his cum shooting deep inside me.
“Holy shit. Fuck,” and some other garbled nonsense comes out of Fee’s mouth as his orgasm slams into him.
He leans forward and kisses the back of my neck and shoulders, his tongue licking at the beads of sweat there. I feel sex drunk and groan as I lean forward, Fee’s cock slipping out of me. He rubs his thumb over my rim, gently massaging it.
“I really love seeing my cum dripping out of you.” I can sense his eyes on me. I bear down slightly so some more of it leaks out. I let out a gasp when he uses his fingers to push it back inside me again.
“Am I too old to have a new kink?” he asks.
I gasp, “I don’t think so. What’s your new kink?”
“This. I think I could keep playing with my cum in your hole all night.” My cock perks up again at his words, and I turn to face him.
“Apparently, I’m also into that.” We both laugh as he sees me getting hard again.
Eventually, Fee gets up and grabs a flannel from the bathroom. Something I’ve always loved about when we have sex is how he takes care of me afterwards. He wipes up my abs and chest before gently pressing the warm cloth to my rim. I make a contented 'mmm' sound at the feel of the warm water on my sensitive hole. Once he’s cleaned me up, he chucks the flannel into the laundry basket and then climbs back into bed. Fee switches off the lamp on the bedside table, and I snuggle into hisside, my head on his chest. I love listening to his heart beating rhythmically, reminding me this is all real.
“I’m sorry it took so long for me to be ready to do this again,” he whispers before pressing a soft kiss to my head.
“Let’s not be sorry anymore. Let’s just love each other.”
Twenty-six
September 2022
Connor Kelly
“How come you’re up so early?” Fee asks as he walks into the kitchen, where I’m nursing a cup of coffee. I’m not a morning person, and he’s usually up long before me.
“Couldn’t sleep. Kept havin’ weird dreams.” I sound like a small child, but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that something isn’t quite right.
“What about?”
“Dunno. Don’t remember exactly; just have this horrible anxious feeling in my chest.” I press the heel of my palm into my sternum trying to massage the sensation away.
“Maybe you ate something funny,” Fee suggests.
“I’m anxious; I don’t have fuckin’ indigestion,” I snap at him, and he deserves it. I might be grumpy from lack of sleep, but thatis one of the stupidest things he’s ever said. “I thought you were meant to be the smart one in this relationship.”
“Sorry, sorry. That was unhelpful.” He kisses my head on his way to the coffee pot.
“On this occasion, you may live to see another day.” Although, I notice he doesn’t disagree that he's the smarter of the two of us. Rude.
