“More,” he begs. “Please. I need you inside me.” His brow glistens with sweat and his thighs are trembling. I can’t help but have a sense of pride at that, knowing he’s falling apart because of me. I plant a few more kisses to his lips, biting down slightly on his plump bottom lip and tugging. He whimpers, and I lick it before giving it another short peck. Then I kiss along his chin, and down his throat, until I reach his Adam's apple. I lick it and he jerks, sucking in a breath. I lick it again, and he trembles. I growl and start to suck and nibble on it, and fuck, he comes undone. His moans and whimpers echo throughout the room as he tilts his head back, whining desperately, his hands gripping the sheets and then my shoulders, his feet pressing against the mattress and then rising, his legs spread, his body shaking uncontrollably. “Shit, shit, shit,” he manages in between his panting and gasping. “Oh god, please, please, please.”
Fuck, I have to get inside him. He’s driving me insane with want, and need, and lust. I need to feel that tight hole and watch as I give him everything he’s asking me for and more. I work my way down his neck, lifting his shirt as I kiss down his chest and abdomen. I press a kiss to his balls and then lick a stripe up his cock. He wines and bucks his hips. I tug on his sack and tears fall down his cheeks. Shit.
“Are you okay?” I ask. He nods.
“Don’t stop,” he tells me. He shakes his head. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I take the lube bottle and pop it open. “This is where you’ll have to guide me, sweetheart. I really don’t know what I’m doing.” I know I need to go slow, and I need to stretch him, but I’ve never been near another guy’s hole before. The fact that I want so badly to be buried in his, is telling me I am most definitely not straight. I kind of figured that out when I couldn’t stop checking out his ass and wanting to suck on his freckles, though.
He’s trembling as he speaks. “Um, just put a fair amount on your fingers and rub it on and around my hole at first, and then slide in slowly, one finger first and then work your way up. I’ll let you know if it doesn’t feel right, but I have a feeling you’ll do fine.”
I nod. I squirt the lube on my fingers, probably more than I need, but I figure that’s better than not having enough. When I look back at Charlie he’s got his legs already spread for me, his hands gripping behind his knees, his chest rising and falling so beautifully, his cheeks flushed. The fact that he’s still fully clothed is so fucking hot, and I love seeing his skirt falling over his stomach where I left it after I covered him in my marks.
I let out a breath because he’s so eager for me it’s amazing. I can’t believe he’s letting me do this, giving me this precious gift.
“You’re sure?” I ask as I grip his knee and slide forward. My knee aches but I do my best to ignore it. I won’t let it ruin this moment with him. He nods furiously and spreads his legs wider. His hole flutters and I suck in a breath. So eager. So pretty.
“Please,” he begs. My fingers move around the outside of his hole, circling it, and that beautiful little pucker flutters even more wildly, begging for me. I spread the lube around the rim before pressing my finger against it and he throws his head back, moaning. He’s absolute perfection. I move my finger in tight, slow circles along the outside of his hole, driving him wild before I slick my fingers up again and then insert one digit slowly into him.
He lets out a slow breath and brings his arms up, one on each side of his head, his eyes closed. “Oh, god, yes,” he whines, reveling in the pleasure I’m giving him. “Papa Bear, more, I need more.” He’s taking it all with no shame, no guilt, just complete and utter abandon. He loves this. My fingers fucking him. And the more sounds he makes, the more I want to give him. I want to hear everything. I want him so desperate for me he can’t remember his own name.
I remove my finger and he whines. “Just getting more lube, sweetheart,” I tell him. I take a moment to slide a pillow under his hips for better access, then slide my shirt off and toss it to the floor before I squirt more lube on my fingers. Then I’m between his legs again. I lift one leg and drape it over my shoulder, before sliding my lube-slicked fingers inside him, two this time, stretching him wider. I scissor my fingers a couple of times. I slip a third finger in and he jolts, his mouth opening on a silent scream. I panic until he says two words, his head falling back against the pillow, his neck tilted as his eyes close.
“Fuck, yes!” I smile and keep finger-fucking him. His hole is so tight, and so hot around me. His hands are fisted in his sweat-slicked curls and his mouth is parted. Fuck, he comes alive in bed. My finger hits a soft, rubbery area and his body practically convulses with pleasure, his cock twitching like crazy. The amount of precum leaking out of that gorgeous mushroom head is obscene. I know he’s close. I have to get inside him.
“Charlie, I—”
“Now,” he says. I tear open the second condom and slide it on, then slick my shaft up with lube before positioning myself at his entrance. I breathe out and slowly slide in. Fuck, nothing has ever felt like this before. This intense, this incredible, this fucking good. My eyes roll back into my head as he encases me in his heat. “Oh, god,” I groan as I bottom out, my hands gripping his knees. My eyes open in time to see his eyes closed and his mouth parted, a look of absolute bliss on his perfect face.
“Charlie.” My voice is unrecognizable, it's so rough. His eyelashes flutter as his eyes open. “I need to move, sweetheart. I’m so hard. You feel so good around me, baby.”
He pulls me to him and kisses me languidly as I support myself with my hands on either side of him. His legs wrap around me and I fucking love it. I thrust and he moans. I pull out almost all the way and slide back in. Then pull out a little and back in again. Each time he gives me exactly what I want. A beautiful whimper or soft moan that tells me I’m bringing him pleasure. I thrust again and hit that soft rubbery spot and he cries out.
“Fuck! Yes, Papa Bear, more, please,” he begs. His body is sweat-slicked and his lips are swollen and puffy from our kisses. He looks utterly debauched. He moves his legs up and drapes his knees over my shoulders so that he’s practically bent in half. The new position gives me such an incredible view of my cock in his hole that I almost come on the spot.
“Fuck,” I growl, and thrust harder. “Fuck, Charlie.”
He grabs me and pulls me down for another kiss and I fucking let loose. I hit his prostate again and again and he unravels beneath me. Everything about this feels so right. Like this is where he’s supposed to be. My precious boy.
“Oh, god,” he whimpers, and I know he’s close. I’m right there with him. “Yes, yes, please, please, yes, so good.”
“Charlie!” I cry and my back arches as cum shoots out of me and fills the condom deep inside him. His hole clenches not a moment later and his condom fills with his release as he throws his neck back on a silent scream. It’s so damn sexy I almost cry. Then I’m peppering his face with kisses before I collapse on him, both of us breathing heavily.
I wait for the guilt to overtake me, the shame, theI just had sex with a manfreak-out. But it never comes. Any of it. He feels right underneath me, around me, in my arms. It feels right to be inside him.
What I do feel is fear. Fear that we don’t belong together. That we can never make this work. That whatever this is, it can't last. Fear that I will ruin him like I ruined the other two people I loved most in the world, and in the end I will lose him anyway. Fear that I don’t deserve him, and that at some point, sooner or later, he’ll wake up and realize that, too.
CHARLIE
Holy shit. That was amazing. He fucked me so good I saw stars. I have never experienced sex like that before. And to see him unraveled, slamming into me over and over, his muscles taut and his pupils blown wide, sweat beading his brow, it was the fucking hottest thing in the world. He wanted me. I knew he did, and watching him take what he wanted, it was glorious. This man is everything. He’s also significantly bigger than me, though, and I’m finding it difficult to breathe with him lying on top of me now.
“Papa Bear,” I gasp, “I know I look all tough and muscular but it’s just an act. I’m actually quite frail and dainty.”
He chuckles and picks himself up. His gaze rakes down my body before his eyes meet mine. “You are perfect,” he says. “But I have a feeling that was code for ‘get off me.’”
I grin and he slides out of me, lying on his side. I miss the feeling of fullness immediately and want him back. Even in his roughness he was tender and sweet and just as I imagined he would be in bed. He was everything I needed. I knew sex could be good and he proved me right. He wanted me to feel good. Despite his own need, I was his priority and I’ve never felt so seen.
We dispose of our condoms in the trash can beside us. I slide out of bed and head to the bathroom. Returning with two warm, wet washcloths, I hand him one. We wipe ourselves clean and toss them onto the pile of Paul’s clothes. I grin and slide my underwear back on, then climb back onto the bed and roll onto my side, gazing at him. He really is so handsome. I love his flat stomach, and chiseled abs, that adorable outie belly button. I’m gonna get my mouth on it sooner or later and make him moan the way he made me moan. My gaze tracks over his thick gorgeous thighs and the gray hair that dusts his legs and arms. He looks so distinguished, even naked, his thick cock resting against his thigh.
