“Yeah, God yeah. You can press a little harder, rub circles around my rim, then push a finger in whenever you’re ready.”
I appreciated him instructing me this time. I wanted to do a good job, needed Gid to like everything I did to him.
I moved to his other nipple, nipping at the metal bar with my teeth while massaging his hole. He smelled like soap from his shower, the scent of his skin turning me on even more. I buried my face in his neck, nibbled there too, my dick hard and leaking, so hungry for his hole.
With the tip of my finger, I pushed inside. Gideon’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close while I slid my digit in and out. My mouth went to work on his neck, tasting and sucking on his skin.
We rutted together, cocks dragging against one another, as I concentrated on his body, the way it felt relaxed but still somehow thrummed with pleasure. His hole was hot inside. I wasn’t sure I could ever handle it on my dick. When I pushed a second finger into him, he arched toward me and said my name in a sexy, lust-filled tone. “Lo…fuck, just like that.”
Sparks ignited deep within me, flaring brighter and shooting out further with each one. His ass felt so good, his skin tasted so perfect. I had to have every single part of him, my desire strengthening the suction from my mouth.
“Fuck…fuck.”
I pulled back. “Sorry.” Holy crap. I’d bitten him.
“A little teeth is good, but not too much.”
“Got it.” I went to his mouth instead, feeding him my tongue, tasting him, and how had I ever lived in a world where I hadn’t had the privilege of kissing Gideon? How had I survived it? Been happy in it? I was ridiculously close to blowing my load, so I pulled back. “I want to see it now.” I flicked on the lamp as Gideon turned to his belly, then pushed up on his hands and knees. I added more lube just in case, leaned close, and looked at his hole that was slightly open from my fingers. “I can’t believe you’re going to let me inside there. It’s a really nice hole.”
“Aw, he likes you too. I can’t wait to feel your cock stretching me out.” The thing was, I knew Gideon usually liked to top more. He said he was vers and bottomed, but if he could choose, he leaned toward topping. Somehow, though, I knew that if we kept being friends who had sex, forever, and I never let him fuck me, Gideon would be okay with that. It was the kind of man he was.
I leaned forward and kissed his ass cheek. “I’m going to try and let you do it to me one day too.”
“I don’t need it.”
“Maybe I do.” Maybe I needed Gid to have me that way.
“Come on, Lo, fuck me.”
I started with two fingers, watching as they slipped inside him, his tight, wrinkled pucker straining around them. “This is so hot…and kind of interesting, the way our bodies adjust to accept each other.”
He laughed. “Oh, baby, talk the human body to me in bed.”
I playfully smacked his ass. “Be nice—whoa. Your hole twitched around me when I did that.”
Gideon looked back over his shoulder. “You’re the most ridiculous person I’ve ever met. Your balls look like they’re going to pop, and you’re taking your sweet time to study my body before you fuck me.”
He had a point. “Right, then.” I couldn’t help but focus on him, though, as I added a third finger. He was so tight, but each thrust helped loosen him. “I want to watch when I fuck you.” My dick jerked. “Oh Jesus, yes. I’d like to see my cock slide in and out of you, see how you take me, and how each time I move, your body reacts. You show me what you like that way. It’s in how your muscles tighten and how you tremble and…” Wait. Was I dirty-talking? I certainly hadn’t meant to, but I was pretty sure I was.
“Christ, that was hot.”
“Was it? I was sitting here trying to figure out if that was sex talk or not.”
“So much sex talk. Fuck me, Lo. Take my ass.”
Yeah, that was so much better in real life than porn. I pulled my fingers out of his body, fumbled with shaky hands until I got the condom open and rolled down my shaft.
Once I was lubed too, I moved in closer, kneeling behind him, cock pointed toward his ass like it was saying, This way! My tip was just pressed against his open hole when I said, “Gid?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
He looked back at me and smiled. “You’re welcome.” It was the most perfect thing he could say. I knew he wanted to tell me I didn’t have to thank him for this, but he didn’t because in my mind I did, and he was respecting that.