Resist (Sphere of Irony 3)

“Are you ready, Mitch?” He taps a digit on my hole.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!” I shout, eagerly pushing my ass down towards his hand.

Gavin smiles and presses forward, inserting a finger into my ass. It burns, but not much. I don’t really have a chance to think about the pain, because Gavin swallows my cock down into that hot mouth again as he continues to work that wicked finger.

“Jesus,” I hiss. “Fuuu-uuck, Gavin.” My hand finds it’s way to his head and it takes all of my concentration not to hold him down and fuck his face until I blow. Instead, I caress the side of his face, running my fingers over his cheeks as they hollow with each pull on my dick. I’m in awe of the attention this man is giving me to make sure I enjoy every minute of this experience.

Another finger joins the first and he scissors them apart, stretching me open. It’s the most glorious burn I’ve ever felt. Pain and pleasure wrapped into one. His other hand fondles my balls, rolling them gently as a third finger joins the first two.

“Gavin…goddamn it, now!” I cry.

He removes his mouth from my dick with a pop and the fingers disappear. I watch with glazed eyes as Gavin tears open the condom with his teeth and rolls it on his impressive length. The bottle clicks again so he can spread lube over his cock and then more around my ass before dipping inside.

His finger grazes a spot deep inside me and I nearly jump off the bed. “God, just do it! No more prep! Fuck! Fuck!”

Gavin laughs, withdrawing his hand. “You’re a bossy bottom. I should have known.”

“I am not! You’re fucking torturing me,” I groan.

“You won’t be saying that in a minute,” he rasps. “You are about to become best friends with your prostate.”

Gavin lines his cock up with my ass and looks at me from between my legs. He pushes one of my thighs back towards my chest and braces over me on his other arm. “Relax and breathe out,” he coaxes.

Nodding, I do as he says, watching his facial expressions. Desire flares up in those electric blue eyes, his high cheekbones stained crimson. Gavin’s full lips are even larger, swollen from his oral ministrations.

The blunt head of his dick presses against me and I exhale. The tight ring relaxes and Gavin enters me with a pop.

“Fuck,” I grit my teeth.

His eyes widen, the pupils huge and glassy. “Breathe, baby. You’re doing so good. Fuck, you’re tight.” Gavin’s jaw is clenched as he holds himself still, letting me adjust to the intrusion. “Let me know when you’re ready.” His own breathing is ragged and his voice is clipped. That crimson flush spreads down his neck and over his chest.

God he’s beautiful.

After a minute, the burn lessens. “More,” I find myself begging.

Gavin presses forward, inch-by-inch until our groins are flush. “I’m inside you, baby.” Gavin groans and glances down at where we’re joined. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

I reach up and yank his head down for a kiss. As our mouths and teeth clash, Gavin begins to move. What was a tight, stinging pain becomes a rush of intense pleasure. Gavin pulls his hips back, dragging his cock over my prostate and I gasp.

He smiles against my mouth. “There it is.” Gavin props himself up until he’s kneeling. He grips the back of both of my thighs and presses my legs to my chest again, nearly folding me in half. “Now,” he states, his eyes feral as they lock onto mine. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Holy shit.

Gavin

Mitch stares up at me, his eyes so trusting, and I nearly break down. This man—this beautiful, conflicted, man—trusts me to be his first. He tore down a decade old wall of denial and shame to hand over his deepest secrets to me.

Desperate for more friction, I drag back and snap my hips watching Mitch’s eyes go wide. His mouth drops open to form an ‘o’ and his eyes nearly roll back in his head. I do it again, and the strangled groan he releases lets me know I’ve found the perfect angle.

“God you’re so fucking gorgeous,” I groan, settling into a punishing rhythm. With every hard thrust, Mitch’s body is propelled across the slick sheets and up the bed. He braces his arms on the headboard, his biceps flexing powerfully to hold himself in place.

“Harder,” he demands. Bossy bottom indeed. “Fuck me harder, Gav.”

I pull out, flip a very surprised Mitch onto his stomach and yank his ass up in the air until he’s on his knees. I grab his shoulders for leverage, line up, and fuck him as requested. Hard.

“Fuu-uuck!” Mitch shouts, panting as I drill his ass over and over.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I lean over his rippling muscles to lick his ear, my sweat-slicked stomach sliding against his smooth back.