“Okay,” is all I manage to get out. My heart is racing as he grabs my hand to lead me up to my bathroom.
He turns the water on, quickly stripping us out of the rest of our clothes before leading me under the warm spray.
“Can I wash you?” he asks, and I nod. I swear my brain has stopped working properly since he admitted that he wants to spend every day with me and said we’re in a relationship. I’ve wanted to hear that word from him for so long, but my rock-hard cock is too focused on his callused hands rubbing soap all over my body for me to properly form words right now.
Orgasm first, relationship talk later.
Once all the soap has been rinsed from our bodies, Beck quickly towels off before grabbing another to help me.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he directs, and I immediately comply. He grabs some lube from my nightstand and a pillow, coming to stand between my legs.
“Are we still okay to not use condoms?” Beck checks, and I nod.
He kisses me deeply, tackling me back onto the bed. When he pulls back, he props the pillow under my lower back so I can angle my hips, holding my bent legs up. The position leaves me feeling very exposed, but I relax when Beck rubs his hands up my thighs, looking at my ass like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen.
“Can I taste you?” he whispers like he’s afraid I’ll say no.
“Yes, please,” I exhale, my body trembling in anticipation.
I’ve been slightly obsessed with rimming porn during my month away from Beck, and I feel like I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for forever.
Finally, Beck places his hands on the globes of my ass, leans in, and licks a strip right over my rim. My dick twitches, leaking as I let out a deep moan. I feel like a million nerve endings in my body light up at once, and I never want him to stop.
“Please, do that again,” I pant out, and he flashes a huge smile at me before repeating the motion.
Only this time, he stays there, eating me out like he’s a starving man, and I’m his favorite meal. He spears his tongue inside of me, and I swear I could come from that feeling alone.
Just as I’m about to lose control, Beck pulls back. I whimper at the loss of sensation as he leans over me, holding two fingers toward my mouth.
“Suck,” he growls, his voice sending a jolt of heat through me.
I do, licking and sucking his fingers like I want to do with his cock. When he’s satisfied they must be wet enough, he kneels back down and resumes feasting before pushing a finger in with his tongue past the tight ring of muscle.
It doesn’t hurt, and I love the new sensation of the added pressure.
I realize I’m rocking my hips back onto his finger, and it must be all the way in. Beck pulls back enough to repeat the process with a second finger, and it burns slightly as my body stretches, but it still feels good. After I’m able to relax again, he starts to fuck the digits into me, still using his tongue to drive me wild as he carefully stretches his fingers apart, preparing me even more.
Then he curls his fingers, and I cry out, pleasure jolting throughout my entire body at whatever he just did. My cock jumps, and I almost come, my hand flying to squeeze my base, trying to prevent the release.
“That’s your prostate,” Beck teases with a smug smile.
“Whatever it is, you need to not do that again unless you want me to finish before you’re even inside of me,” I warn, sounding completely out of breath.
Beck chuckles to himself as he continues to move his fingers in and out of me with maddeningly shallow thrusts. Then he pulls out and adds lube onto three fingers before slowly and gently pushing all three in.
The new sensation feels… strange. It's not painful exactly, he’s being so slow, but the pressure is kind of overwhelming. My cock starts to calm down slightly before Beck distracts me by swallowing it down his throat.
I’m completely overwhelmed by the dual sensations and am quickly back to being hard as a rock. He teases me, licking and kissing my dick without taking me fully into his mouth again, no doubt trying to manage my pleasure without pushing me over the edge. He continues to stretch me with his three fingers, and after a little while, the sensation in my ass is no longer unpleasant. I fucking love it.
“More, Beck, please, I need you,” I whine, rocking back onto his hand. “Please fuck me.”
He immediately abandons my cock, pulling his fingers out and leaving me feeling empty as my muscles clench around nothing.
“Bear down,” he soothes as he uses his hand to grip the base of his erection. He guides the swollen head to my slick, prepped hole and his lubed-up cock pushes against the tight ring of muscles. I try to relax as he pushes in.
“Look at you, baby,” he says, his tone full of awe. “You look so fucking hot. All needy and whining, begging for my big cock to fill you up. Fuck, that’s so good,” he continues as he slowly thrusts into me. “You’re so good for me. This is the best hole I’ve ever had, so fucking tight and warm. You were made to be filled up by me,” he’s rambling now, and I’m obsessed with the effect this is having on him, how blissed out and desperate he looks.
His praise relaxes me further, and eventually his hips meet mine, so I think he’s all the way in. He doesn’t move, allowing me to adjust to the new sensation. Beck leans down to kiss me, and I get lost in his intoxicating taste. When he gives a slow experimental thrust, a deep moan escapes from my throat. Each glide of his cock inside of me lights me up in a way I’ve never experienced.
