Page 32 of Full Split (Forbidden Goals #8)

WYATT

I hope I sound more confident than I feel.

Not that I don’t want this— holy fuck do I want this —but I am nervous.

Nervous to do something I’ve never done before, sure.

I trust that Niles won’t hurt me, and that I’ll enjoy whatever is about to happen next.

If for some reason I’m wrong about that, I know he wouldn’t pressure me, just as I’d never pressure him.

More than anything, I’m nervous about this step we’re taking.

Not that there was truly any chance of it before, but there’s really no coming back from this.

It’s miles over the line I tried to draw between us, the line I technically should have never considered crossing.

The line I’m no longer even a bit sorry for steamrolling over and drowning in a hot tub.

This thing between us is visceral. It’s sexy and overwhelming and intoxicating. But it’s also deeply emotional. I feel tied to Niles in a way I didn’t know was possible.

I thought I was broken.

He’s helped me realize that who I am, how I feel, and how I express those feelings is part of who I am.

Sexuality is a spectrum, one that can move and grow the same way people do in all things.

I’m likely on the demi side of asexuality, but that label isn’t necessary.

It’s not the label I ever needed, not really.

It’s the acceptance. From myself more than anyone.

“Are you okay?” Niles asks, looking over his shoulder. The muscles of his lean back and torso flex as he turns to face me from his position sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What? Yeah, of course.”

“I can hear you thinking really hard over there,” Niles says.

My chest grows warm at his earnest expression. I was trying to give him space to figure out the prosthesis, not wanting him to feel pressured or hurried. Meanwhile, he’s over there worrying about me?

“How is it?” I ask, gesturing with my chin.

“Really fucking amazing,” Niles says, his voice a little choked. “It’s so… real.” There’s a sparkle in his watery gaze, a mix of emotions reflecting in the dark blue-grey of his eyes. “Wanna see?”

“Yes!” I say, almost too enthusiastically, but his face breaks out in a huge grin.

Niles stands and turns to face me. My eyes fall from his to his puffy, red lips that are swollen from so much kissing. I trace my gaze down his sculpted chest and stomach to his cock dangling between his legs. He runs his hand over it and fists it at the base.

I glance back up at his face, and the way he’s gazing down at himself makes it hard to breathe. Part of me was worried I was overstepping in buying this, so much so that I was nervous to give it to him. Seeing him now, it feels like I’m getting to be part of something really special.

Niles’ eyes flutter shut, and I look down again. His hand drags along the shaft and back down, abs clenching.

I crawl closer. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So good,” he rasps.

“Can I… can I touch you?”

“You don’t have to ask, Wyatt. I want you to touch me. Always.”

I move to sit at the edge of the bed, and he comes to stand between my knees. Eyes locked on his, I reach between his legs and take his cock in my hand. It’s warm and firm and soft as I glide my hand up and down the shaft.

Reaching to the bedside table, I pump a little lube into my hand and grip him again, pumping a little harder, testing my grip and rhythm to figure out how he likes it best. His lips part, mouth dropping open a little, and he moans softly.

“ Yes ,” he groans. “Wyatt, yes. So good.” His hips flex and push more firmly into my grip.

I’m panting.

I want to make him come like this. Then with my mouth. Then with my ass. And however else he wants me. I want to do it all at once, but I know there’s time. We can take it one thing at a time and enjoy every first we have together.

Still jacking his dick with one hand, I reach between his legs with the other. He gasps, hands gripping my shoulders, and bucks into my hand as I run my fingers through his pussy.

“So fucking wet,” I groan, locking eyes with him as put my fingers in my mouth and suck. His eyes almost cross when I return for more, rubbing gentle circles around his hole.

Niles’ hips jerk and he bends his knees just enough to push against my fingers.

“Fuck, please,” he gasps. “More.”

A pleased moan rumbles through my chest, and I direct him to take a couple steps back so I can get to my knees in front of him.

Keeping my eyes on his to make sure everything I’m doing is okay, I duck my head between his legs.

He instinctively widens his stance to give me room, moaning as I lick a broad stripe from taint to tip, gathering all that delicious pre-cum before taking his cock into my mouth.

The sweet cream from his pussy helps mask the taste of lube as I suck his cock as far back as I can take it.

Which turns out not to be that far, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Once I’ve figured out the best angle and how much I can take, I settle into a rhythm.

With one hand stroking him at the base and my mouth working the shaft, I keep playing with his pussy until he’s begging for my fingers inside him.

I stroke one, and then two, digits inside him in a beckoning motion until his legs begin to tremble.

My scalp stings with the tightening of his fingers in my hair, and he calls out that he’s coming.

Just as his walls clamp down around my fingers and I feel a rush of fluid, I pull off his cock and lengthen my strokes.

“Open your eyes,” I tell him as I squeeze on the upstroke.

Niles gasps, pussy clenching even harder, when the solution I pre-loaded into the reservoir tip sprays out all over my face. I open my mouth wide and work the last of the ejaculate onto my tongue, pulling back so he can see the mess he made of me.

“ Fuck !” he cries out, and slumps. I wrap my arms around him and let him slide down so he’s straddling my lap, face buried in the side of my neck.

He trembles and tightens his arms around my neck. I’m not sure if the wetness there is sweat or tears, but I hold him against me and let him catch his breath.

I don’t know how long we stay like that, long enough that my knees hurt and my feet fall asleep, and I finally have to adjust so I’m leaning back on the side of the bed with my legs out in front of me. Niles straddles my lap and looks down at me, eyes swimming with emotion.

Reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, I swipe away some of the wetness on his cheeks and pull him down for a kiss. To let him know I love him, that I’m here for him, to thank him for showing me the world, to thank him for trusting me enough to be vulnerable around me.

What I meant to be a soft, slow kiss of love and support grows heated again, and my cock reminds me it’s still here.

I haven’t given it much attention since I saw Niles looking so fucking strong and proud.

I’d wanted him to fuck me with that big cock, but I think maybe we should ease into it.

We’ve given each other our fair share of blow jobs recently, most notably the bathroom incident I promised to punish him for.

I’ll deal with that later. Right now I just want to hold and kiss him and listen to him share every thought in his head.

It turns out that all the thoughts in his head are already focused on grinding on my dick.

As much as him gyrating his cum drenched pussy all over my balls while his cock rubs along mine is making me want to beg him to fuck me, I keep my pleas to myself and give in to the hypnotizing euphoria of the things he does to my mind and body.

In no time at all, I’m hanging on the edge, ready to bust all over both of us, when Niles reaches down and pinches the sensitive head of my cock. I jolt.

“Nuh-uh,” he says teasingly against my mouth. “No coming until I’m deep inside you. I want to feel your ass clench around my cock while you shoot harder than you ever have in your life.”

“Aren’t you tired?” I say, biting back a groan.

He bends down and takes my mouth in a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth and urgency.

“You didn’t plan on sleeping tonight, did you, old man?”

“Fuck,” I moan. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Niles. I can’t wait anymore. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Get up on the bed, on your back, and spread your legs.”

A blush heats my skin from my head to my toes, but I climb up on the bed and do as I’m told, while Niles gets ready.

He returns a moment later wearing the harness that came with the prosthetic.

The thinner, more delicate-looking black straps are stark against his pale complexion.

The way the tight material presses into his skin and his cock bobs as he walks towards me makes my mouth fill up with saliva.

“Goddamn,” I groan. I’ve never seen anyone or anything so sexy in all my life.

Niles knee walks up to settle between my spread legs and pushes my knees to my chest.

“Hold these,” he instructs, and I hold myself wide open for him. It should be mortifying, or scary, but more than anything I’m so turned on that I’ve leaked a puddle onto my stomach.

His fingers at my entrance make me moan, and I take two easily. He stretches me up to three before my erection starts to flag from the burn, but he expertly slurps me down and brings me back to full hardness while his fingers continue to work me open.

“Niles,” I whine— yes, whine —when he’s been torturing my prostate for too long, pulling back every time I get too close to the edge. “I need you.”

He smirks, but I can see that same emotion behind his eyes that he’s had since he got here—excitement, joy, undeniable lust, and a touch of that vulnerability that makes me feel soft and gushy inside. He’s melting me from the inside out.