He slows down, taking his finger slowly out and then pushing it slowly back in. I’ve sort of stopped doing anything to him, my hands digging into the sheets. He doesn’t seem to mind.
“Yes?”
“I think I want you to fuck me.”
“What happened to training me so I can take your thick cock?” he hums, satisfaction dripping from his voice.
“We can do that after. I just, I kind of…” I take a deep breath, chuckling. “I really want to feel you inside me. Ithink you broke me when your finger hit…” I snort, can’t help it. “Mymagicspot.”
My brain chooses that moment to remind me of the gay porn I’ve been binging when I’m not too tired to pass out the moment my head hits the pillow. I picture the one where a guy was riding another dude, who was tied to the bed. Guy One had his ass facing the other man, who looked very turned on by watching his dick disappear inside Guy One.Shit. I bet Chai will like it too… The issue is, I’m not sure we are advanced enough in the mechanics of hot gay sex to go for that position right now. Besides, he might be on the leaner side compared to me, but he’s not small.
A surge of pain-pleasure shoots through me as my hole is further stretched. I groan, tensing, but the pressure doesn’t let off, pushing deeper inside me.
“Relax, Leo,” Chai coos, giving my straining dick a stroke. “I’ve inserted a second finger. If you want me, I need to stretch you a bit or it might not feel so good.” He pauses the ministrations of his fingers and kisses my stomach. “I want it to feel good for you.”
I focus on slow exhales and deep inhales, trying to ignore the way my dick is begging to come with the added stimulation to my ass.Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why is Chai being so clinical about it turning me on this much?
Chai takes his time opening me up, praising and encouraging me. Once he’s had a third finger in for a while, I start to meet his thrusts, shaking my ass so I can feel more and get him to hit that spot again. I absentmindedly wonder why he didn’t use one of the plugs or any other toy, and the question is out of my mouth before I’ve thought it through.
“I like feeling your reactions. The way you tense up and relax around me. What you want to do to me, I thinkit’s hot, but… I also love how I made you want me just with my fingers.” He slips them out and I feel the loss of them immediately, expressing my protest with a whiny noise. He chuckles. “I’ll give you something better now. I think you are ready.”
A thrill of anticipation hijacks all my senses, raising my hackles. Chai moves off me, his lower body disappearing from my view. I sit up and watch him give himself a few strokes, his flushed cock hard and ready. He’s all smooth and defined andmine, the sight making my heart swell as I lick my lips.
“I want to do it from behind,” I blurt out, another scene from a porno invading my head.
He nods, angling his chin to the left. “That’s probably best for now. But I still want to watch you, so you’ll face that way.”
I follow his gaze and just now notice the massive mirror. I’m dumbfounded, blinking at it as my brain tries not to lose its shit. I don’t know where I found this deviant, but I’m loving how shamelessly kinky he is.
“Fuck, okay.”
I begin to undo the cock ring, but he halts me. “Keep it for now. I’ll remove it.”
Orgasm denial? Is that where he’s going? Fuck, that’s kinda hot too. Or is it that I just find whatever he wants to do hot because it’s him doing it? Shit, I should probably talk to someone… Like Naomi. She’ll have a field day hearing about it.
I position myself facing the mirror on all fours as Chai lathers his dick with lube. The bed dips as he climbs it, my stomach pinching and fluttering like the butterflies inside it have smoked weed and are having a rave. My hole clenches the closer he gets, my entire body tuned to it as he rubs the tip of his slicked dick along it.
It feels so good. The anticipation as he just keeps pressing without really breaching me makes it ten times more intense, causing me to relax against him and spread my legs a little further. I want to feel more of him, even just the head. I vaguely remember the sensation of being stretched, that fullness that came with his fingers, and I just know that it will be even better when it’s his cock. I just… need to get it inside me.
One of Chai’s hands comes around my waist, and he shuffles closer, bending down to kiss the low of my back. He lifts his head and meets my gaze in the mirror, smiling with fondness that squeezes my heart. I smile back at him, then study my lewd expression, the way my dick is hanging between my legs, the slight arch of my back.
He pushes against my hole. I bite my lip and concentrate on breathing, shifting my attention from his focused expression to mine. The head of his cock slips past my rim, giving me the first taste of that addictive stretch.
“So good, Chai,” I mumble, encouraging him as I poke my tongue out and run it over my lips while maintaining eye contact. “Need more.”
He keeps it slow and gradual, giving me time to get used to his girth. I feel him with my entire body, the tip of my dick leaking like crazy. He starts moving his hips, rocking against me in gentle thrusts that make my eyes roll back. He hits my prostate now and then, sending sparks across my skin. I try to keep my moans down, but I can’t; not when it feels so good.
The stretch, the slight burn, the way he’s controlling the pace. His hands clamp my waist tight, keeping me where he wants me as he starts building up speed.
I wanna come.
“Chai,” I whimper, experimentally meeting his thrust.
It makes it easier for him to slide deeper, and that in turn makes it easier to reach my sensitive spot. I watch myself in the mirror and that only intensifies the pleasure. A pulsating sensation spreads through me, concentrating at the base of my spine and my balls.
“This is so hot,” I mumble, my blue eyes watching me shake as he finally starts properly pounding me from behind. It never crossed my mind that I might want so badly for a man to fuck me. Yet here we are.
Chai is still careful and deliberate despite his speed, but it’s doing it for me, each glide driving me closer and closer to that feeling of exploding. My dick is trapped though, so I can’t really reach it, settling for moaning and whimpering and begging for more. In the mirror, I watch him reach between us. His fingers rub along the spot where his dick is connected to me, the look on his face one of reverence.
