“Don’t worry,” he assures me. “We’re just going to play.”
Because I trust him with my life, I give him a nod. My stomach is still in knots, but I join him in the shower. And after a quick soap down, he has me pressed against the wall, his hard dick rubbing along the crack of my ass as he sucks more purple hickeys on my neck.
I roll my eyes back, suddenly eager for him. When our bodies are wrapped together, threaded in mutual pleasure, it’s easy to want to try new things. Like right now, if he slipped his dick into my ass right now, I think I’d love it. He’s a fucker who likes to tease too, because he keeps sliding the head of his cock along my crack, spreading my ass cheeks. I can feel my ass open and the hard probing of his crown, but he never breaches the hole. Just threatens to. He pulls away and I curse.
“You want me there,” he says smugly.
“Don’t make me beg for it.”
He laughs. “Oh, I’m going to make you beg for it.”
My best friend and sadistic lover kneels behind me. His hands pull my ass cheeks apart as his tongue seeks my hole. He’s done this a few times when he’s blown me and it feels like heaven. I groan, pushing against his hot tongue. When his tongue breaches where his cock wouldn’t, I hiss. He’s licked me here, but he’s never stuck his tongue inside me.
“Holy shit,” I croak.
His hot breath tickles me as he laughs. Then, he fucks my ass with his tongue. Just when I think I might come again—my dick is hard and dripping with pre-cum—he pulls out. Rotten bastard. I hear the cap open and then his lubed finger enters where his tongue just was. My ass clenches in response, sending blazing fire shooting up my spine.
Fuck, this hurts.
And he had my entire dick inside him?
“Penn,” I mutter. “Pennnnnn.”
He lazily fucks me with his finger, not realizing he’s burning me with each thrust. “Yeah, babe?”
Babe.
Such a cheesy thing to say, but from Penn, with his finger in my ass, it’s hot.
“I want to come. I want to come,” I beg. The pain is intense, but it also sends a yearning coiling through me.
“Let me help with that,” he rumbles. His finger keeps fucking my ass and then his mouth is on my balls. Sucking them hard. Painfully so. Here I thought I was the sadist, but it’s this motherfucker who likes to inflict pain. “I like sucking on you.”
His words send wild lust shooting through me. He sucks my balls and the underside of my dick. He sucks my goddamn taint of all things. With every forbidden lick and suck, he sends me further into the unknown. I’m going to drown in Penn. Gladly. His big mouth sucks both my balls into my mouth, his nose breathing hot air against my dick. Just as I start to come, he pushes a second finger into my ass. The pain is severe and sudden and fucking delicious.
I come with a growl, my back arching like I’m a wolf howling to the damn moon. My cum shoots out of me hard, splattering the tile, as my lover sucks the pleasure right out of me. As my balls seem to deflate in his mouth, he presses his fingers firmly inside of me. Whatever he touches within is a hot button. No cum shoots from my dick, too wrung dry from my last orgasm, as he sends more pleasure exploding through me. Magically so. My legs are trembling so badly that when he pulls his fingers from me, I nearly collapse. But Penn is back on his feet, hugging me to him.
“Did I do okay?” he asks.
I pull away to glower at him. “Okay? You just blew my fucking mind, man. What the fuck? You holding a bag of tricks I don’t know about?”
He flashes me a smug grin. “I milked your prostate.”
“You did what?” I gasp.
“I’ve been watching gay porn long before you,” he says with a wolfish grin. “And I know a few tricks.”
All I can do is gape at him in shock.
“Can you do it again?” I murmur, my voice husky with need.
“I can do it all night long.”
Penn
Cope’s job sucks. I mean, it’s awesome for him, but it sucks for me. I’m stuck hanging out at my house to pass the time. Maybe I need a job too. I walk over to my window to see if he’s back, but the driveway next door is empty.
And it’s snowing.
The trapped feeling intensifies.
I type out a text to him.
Me: Weather’s getting bad.
His reply is instant.
Cope: Almost home.
I let out a sigh of relief. It’s been a month since Cope and I had sex for the first time, and since then, we’ve become inseparable. Like maybe that night united us in a way neither of us ever thought possible. He’s my first and hopefully my forever. I don’t want anyone else. Just Cope. And while he’s yet to let me fuck him back, I know he secretly craves it. He has no qualms against my tongue or fingers inside his ass.