“Holy shit,” I sputter, scrunching my eyes shut. That feels… I don’t even know how that feels. But I need him to do it again. Apparently able to read my mind, hedoesdo it again, only this time he swirls his tongue all around it, and I think I actually die for a second.
Clearly determined to outdo himself, Ethan moves lower and presses his tongue to my hole, little kitten licks teasing my rim in a way that feels like nothing else I’ve experienced. I can’t decide if I want to squirm away or have his face pressed to my arse permanently. Then his tongue breaches me, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. At least if I die like this, I’ll die happy.
I vaguely return to consciousness when I hear the cap on the bottle of lube. Ethan coats two fingers in the silky liquid before pushing them through the tight ring of muscle. I’ve tried several times to do this to myself, but I can never quite get the angle right. Ethan gets it right away. The pads of his fingers brush over that spot that always manages to evade me unless I use a toy.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Very, very, okay.”
He uses his other hand to stroke my cock, which has remained hard this entire time, and the combination has me on the brink of orgasm in less than a minute.
“Fuck. Shit. Stop,” I say, panicked.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” Ethan removes his hands from me right away, a stricken expression on his face.
“No, shit. Sorry. I was like, two strokes from coming, and I don’t want to come yet.” Ethan laughs and looks relieved before crawling back up my body and kissing me. A vague thoughtcrosses my mind that maybe I should be grossed out by where his mouth was moments ago, but it actually just turns me on.
I reach between our bodies and stroke Ethan’s cock until he moans. With my other hand, I grab the lube from next to me and squirt, probably too much, onto my palm before using it to coat his length.
“Are you sure you want to? With me?” he whispers.
“I’m sure,” I reply. But then it suddenly occurs to me that maybe he doesn’t… “Unless you don’t want to. We don’t have to,” I babble.
He stares down at his slick, throbbing cock in my hands and says, “Does it look like I don’t want to?”
I let go of him and wipe my lube-covered hand over my own length, the tip swollen and angry from being teased for so long.
“At first, it’ll be better if you hold your knees back; better angle,” Ethan explains, and I do as he suggests.
When he lines himself up with my hole, and I can feel his cockhead rightthere, I take a deep breath and bear down as he pushes in. It’s a lot. He’s smaller than me but bigger than the plug I have back home, and the stretch feels like it’s almost too much.
Ethan leans down and kisses me hard, distracting me from the slight sting as he slowly pushes all the way inside. He stills, giving me a few moments to adjust to the sensation before gently rocking his hips.
And that.Thatis the feeling I’ve been chasing. Being so full and overwhelmed that I can’t even think. As Ethan picks up speed, his cock gliding in and out of me, filling me and pegging my prostate on each upward thrust, I moan obscenely and fist the bedsheets.
“Fuck, Ethan. So good. Fuck,” I garble incoherently.
Ethan groans, “Jesus, Sam, you feel amazing. So fucking tight.” I preen at the praise despite having no control whatsoeverover how tight my arse is and being vaguely aware that it’s just something people probably say during sex.
“Turn around and hold the headboard,” Ethan says, pulling out of me. When I’m in position, my brain suddenly starts replaying all the porn I’ve watched, and I arch my back as he lines himself up behind me.
“So fucking hot, Sam. You’ve no idea.” In one deep thrust, he enters me again and then sets a rhythm that has me clinging to the bed for dear life. He reaches a hand around and jerks me off, his other gripping my hip bruisingly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna… gonna come. Fuck,” I blurt, moments before my orgasm rocks through my entire body, and my release spurts all over Ethan’s hand and the sheets below.
With the remaining ropes of cum still spilling from me, Ethan’s thrusts begin to stutter, and then he’s as deep inside me as he can get, his cum marking me from the inside. He swears, and his body continues to jerk as he rides out his release. We’re both panting and breathing heavily when he slumps against my back.
Ethan strokes a hand down my thigh soothingly as he pulls out. It’s not the nicest sensation, his softening cock slipping from my body, but a small price to pay for how good it felt before. We both collapse onto our backs, covered in sweat and cum.
“You okay?” Ethan asks as he snuggles into my side and rests his cheek against my chest.
“I now get why fuckin' someone’s brains out is a phrase.”
Ethan laughs softly, his breath tickling my nipple.
“Was it… good for you, too?”I ask.
My question causes him to sit up and look at me like I’m a moron. “That was fucking incredible, dumbass.” I grin and tug him back down into my arms.
