“Easy, boy. Relax and breathe. You’re so damn tight.”
“It’s… been a while.”
“How long?”
I didn’t want to tell him. Everybody thought I was this wild party boy. My dad assumed that was why I’d failed out of school. I did drink too much, but a hell of a lot of that I did alone.
“Like eight months.” I’d been hurt by a boy I thought actually cared for me when all he cared about was my father’s money. I hadn’t been interested for a while after that, and then hookups just seemed pointless. They really weren’t much better than jerking off.
“So that’s why you’re so tight. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
He acted like it was completely normal for a twenty-one-year-old gay man to go so long without sex. Blake was the accepting man I’d dreamed of, the knight in shining armor I’d wished would rescue me when I felt the heaviness of my father’s expectations, when I doubted my ability to do anything, when I just longed for someone to hold me. He wouldn’t be mine forever though, not like the man of my dreams. Once he taught me what I needed to learn to gain my freedom from my father, I’d leave, and he’d stay here with my father and his trophy wife.
“Whatever you’re thinking about, boy, stop it.”
“I—Holy fuck.” Blake pushed deeper, pressing his fingers against my prostate and lighting up my entire body.
“You don’t need to think right now. Just focus on how you feel.”
I pushed back against him, trying to force his fingers even deeper. “You’re so good to me. I don’t—” I caught myself just in time. I’d almost said I didn’t deserve him. That could have earned me another spanking, and as good as Blake’s hand on my ass had been, I was way too sore to handle it again right now.
“More,” I begged instead.
“Oh, there’s lots more.”
9
Blake
I worked my fingers in and out for several more seconds. When I added a third, Riley tensed. I kissed his neck, teasing and nibbling until I reached his ear. “Just breathe and let me in.”
I blew warm breath against him, and he shivered as he relaxed enough for me to push deeper. “That’s right baby. Doesn’t that stretch feel good?”
“So fucking good,” he groaned.
I twisted my fingers and pressed against his sweet spot again, making him groan. “Please,” he begged. “I’m ready now.”
“Not yet.” I pulled my fingers from his body and added more lube before working them back into him. I finger-fucked him until he was squirming against me, working his hips fast and hard in his desperation.
When I pulled my fingers from his ass again, he whimpered. “Feels so empty.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to really fill you up in a second.” I added a generous amount of lube to my cock, then gripped the base, angling it up and holding his gaze. “Ride me, boy. Take your time getting seated, then you can go as fast or slow as you want. That’s your reward for taking all that I asked of you.”
Riley gave me a look of wonder as he laid his hand over mine at the base of my shaft. He lowered himself nearly onto me, but first he dragged my cock back and forth, teasing his hole with the tip.
When he finally started to sink down, the heat of him nearly made me come. “You might be the death of me.”
He giggled. “I hope not. I don’t want this to be our only ti—” He gasped as he lowered himself. “Fuck, I think you’re going to split me in two.”
I felt sweat run down my face as I worked to hold myself still. I didn’t think anyone had challenged my self-control this thoroughly before. “Go slow, Riley. There’s no need to rush this.” Other than the fact that I might actually combust if I can’t get all the way inside you.
His ass was almost painfully tight around me. I fisted my hands in the towel I’d used to cover the couch and tried not to tug so hard on it I ripped it in two.
“Fuck, Blake. I can feel all the power in you. You want this as much as I do.”
“That’s right, boy, but you can trust me. I can wait for you.”
Riley eased himself down, taking another inch of me. It was almost too much: the look on his face, the hot clasp of his ass. I squeezed the base of my cock hard enough to hurt. “Fuck, you almost made me come.”
He grinned as he sank lower, thigh muscles taut as he held himself still. I let go of my cock—once I felt sure it wouldn’t go off—and slid my hands along those tense muscles before squeezing his ass and spreading him wider. He gasped as he sank lower.