“More than okay,” he panted, beginning to rock against my finger. I pulled it from his body, and he whimpered at the loss. I coated my fingers in more lube before pushing with two this time.
He cursed at the increased intrusion, tightening his body all over again. The angle was difficult to work with, so I settled for kissing along his face to soothe him. Once my fingers worked their way past that first initial ring of muscle, it was smooth sailing after that. I could work them in and out of him.
Tyler took my fingers beautifully, and God, he was so fucking tight. The way his ass gripped my fingers I couldn’t wait to feel that wrapped around my cock. And holy shit, I was really about to fuck my stepbrother. There was no going back after this. This went beyond experimentation. Would this now make him mine?
By the time I could get three fingers inside of him, Tyler was a whining mess. He hissed when I worked in a third finger, making me pause, but I must have lingered too long because he started fucking himself on my hand.
I maneuvered my hand between us and wrapped it around his dick which had flagged a little with the sting from my fingers in his ass, but it twitched with the contact. I jacked him slowly as I worked my fingers inside of him. It didn’t take long until he was fully hard again and riding my hand.
“Garrett, fuck. I need you.” His hips rocked against my fingers again and again and I knew he was ready. Was I ready? Was I prepared to claim him?
He grabbed the bottle of lube this time, pouring a generous amount in his hand and wrapping it around my length, working it over me. I hissed at the contact because, fuck; I hadn’t realized how keyed up I’d gotten from prepping him for me.
I removed my fingers from inside him, and his face scrunched at the discomfort from the loss of something being inside of him, but that discomfort would be short-lived. Tyler positioned himself over me and pressed the head of my erection to his hole.
Our eyes locked, and at that moment, it was as if everything froze. Irrevocably we were forever connected. There was no turning back now. Not from this. Not from him. Our bond was permanently tied to one another as he sank down on me, my fingers bruisingly tight on his hips as he lowered himself.
I was inside Tyler. Tyler was mine, and I was his. There was no way I would ever let another soul touch him. He was too precious and everything I’d ever hoped for and dreamed of. He was beautiful, flushed, and aroused. Split open on my cock. I wanted a painting of this sight. I wanted it seared into my memory for all of eternity.
Tyler
Fuck,ithurt.Ithurt, and all felt amazing and, God, I felt so full. I needed to move and feel him more inside me. When his fingers had pegged my prostate while he’d prepped me, I had seen stars. But the feel of his cock? Damn, nothing had prepared me for that.
I wondered if it would have been better had we done this in a different position, but he hadn’t fought me when I’d stayed on top of him. I loved being on top of him so I could look down at him while he was inside. His eyes were rolled back, and his lips parted in a gasp. The experimental rock I gave with my hips made his fingers tighten on me and, damn, that was painful too, but it was a pleasurable sort of pain. I loved every last second of this. Loved the idea that he could leave marks on my body. That he claimed me inside and out. A reminder that this had really happened.
Fireworks ignited behind my eyelids as his cock brushed my prostate and a deep guttural groan worked its way from deep inside my chest. Garrett’s fingers on my hips relaxed as I continued to rock against him while my hands ran up and down his chest as I fucked myself on him.
This felt wild and animalistic and so fucking perfect. It was like he was made for me as I raised and lowered myself a little faster. Our eyes locked and we couldn’t break contact. Like if we broke contact, we’d break some sort of spell tethering us together and end this too soon.
“I want to…” he trailed off as he wrapped a hand around my painful erection that bobbed between us with each downward thrust. And god that added stimulation would be my undoing. His hand was still slick with lube from prepping me earlier.
An idea struck me, and I had no clue if he would be on board, but I wanted to try. I had no clue if Garrett ever let anyone inside of him. Maybe that was something we should have discussed, but God, if it felt this good…
Not that I pictured myself fucking him. No, something about that didn’t compute, but the idea was still there. Finally, breaking our eye contact I reached for the bottle of lube, much to his confusion. I coated my fingers as he tracked all my movements.
“Garrett…” my words broke as he started pounding up into me as my movements faltered. “Stop me if you don’t want me doing this.”
I reached behind me and he jolted as my cold fingers brushed his balls on their trek toward their destination. I assumed he’d been fingered before as he’d been able to assure me it felt good. No one could do that if they hadn’t experienced it before, right?
The moment he figured out my intentions his eyes rolled back and his eyelids slid shut. “Shit, Ty. Don’t stop.”
With his permission, I found his opening, and pushed against it. I was a little startled when my finger initially sank inside, but the way he kept bucking up against me told me he liked this. Shit, he liked this a whole lot, judging by the sounds he was making.
It was hard to keep focus with the way he pounded into me, the feel of his fist moving up and down my length, and the warmth around my finger that was now inside him. Holy fuck. This was all too much.
With a shout, my orgasm raced up my spine, and I spilled over Garrett’s fist and across his chest. He let out his own growl as his opening clenched down on my finger, and his dick twitched inside me and with a rush of warm liquid, filled me.
“Holy… Oh fuck.” Garrett panted, hands returning to my hips as I pulled my hand from his ass and collapsed on his chest.
If that’s what sex was like, no wonder people seemed to be so obsessed with it. Sign me up, I wanted to do it again and again. But I didn’t want to do it with just anyone, I only wanted to do it with him.
Garrett’s softening dick slid from me and I hissed from feeling tender and oddly empty. The sensation of his cum sliding out of me was strange, but not unwelcome. I wanted to keep it inside of me, marking me as his forever and ever.
“Are you okay?” he asked. He tentatively brushed my hair from my face and I didn’t want to move from on top of him. He was comfortable even with the sticky mess between us. It didn’t help that I felt like a bowl of jello.
“I’m more than okay,” I answered truthfully. I wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with it and I was glad to finally no longer be a virgin. More than happy that Garrett was the one to take that part of me. “What about you?”
He was silent for a moment, which caused my heart to race. Did he regret it already? Had I asked for too much by not using protection? Had I asked too much by asking him to fuck me at all?
