Page 59 of Creatures Like Us

“I’m just feeling you. I’m just holding you.”

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t try to fuck me again.”

“I won’t. But can I just?…?keep feeling you like this?” I slide my hardness between his cheeks, and I keep smelling his hair, wanting to feel him all over. It can’t be more than an hour or two since we had sex, yet my body feels awakened, ready for more.

Asher groans. “Fine. Just don’t try to put it in. I’m sore.”

“I won’t.” I keep rutting against him, sliding into that warm place between his cheeks. I want to feel more of him, but I know he’s sleepy and perhaps not as awakened as I am.

“You want to get off? Fine.” He rolls to his stomach and tilts his ass into the air. “Just do it like this. It’s easier.”

I climb over him eagerly, straddling his thighs and sliding my cock between the mounds of his ass. I reach for the lube and pour some into his crack.

“What are you doing?” he hisses, looking behind his shoulder. “I told you not to?…?oh.”

I knead the flesh of his ass as I slide my cock between his cheeks, eased by the lube. I let the head skirt across his hole, teasing him there without slipping inside.

“Oh,” he gasps. “That feels?…?kind of good.”

I grip his cheeks and part them wide, seeing the evidence of my entry in the reddened rim of his hole. I let the head of my cock slide over it again and again.

“Fuck, Noah.” He sucks in a breath. “Okay, okay, you can fuck me, just be gentle, okay? Not all the way inside either.”

“Just the tip?”

“Yeah, just the tip, oh?…?ohfuck.” Asher fists the sheets as I slide inside, gentle, like he urged me, letting just the very tip of my cock breach his hole.

“Like that?”

“Yeah?…?Yeah, like that.”

I rock in and out of him in shallow thrusts, still gripping his cheeks and holding them apart, feeling them flex under my fingers.

“That’s it. Just relax for me, Goldilocks. Let me inside.”

“I?…?I am?…?fuck.” He gazes back at me, cheeks red and lips parted. “Are you going to come soon?”

“Yeah. Just hold on for a little bit longer, okay?”

He whines in reply, gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles whiten.

“You’re doing so well,” I praise, sliding my hand over my shaft as I bury my cockhead into him, watching the rim of his hole expand, hug the tip of me, and retract once more when I withdraw. It’s mesmerizing, that sight, and my breath heightens as I inch closer and closer to release.

“Please,” Asher whines.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just?…?please come, and then make me come. I want to come, Noah.”

“You can come like this. Just rub yourself on the sheets.”

“I?…?I can’t.”

“Touch yourself, then.” I grab onto his hips and lift him onto his knees. “Like this.”

He reaches a hand under his body and does as I tell him.

“Okay?” I ask.