Page 51 of Sunrises & Salvation

When we get to the bedroom, I’m on him. Kissing, biting, sucking. Leaving my mark on him so he knows that he is mine.

“I need to know what you want,” I pant, stepping away and pulling my shirt over my head. He matches me, pulling his shirt off and staring at me, waiting for my move.

“Anything, whatever you want to give me,” he breathes, his voice husky, and my dick tents my athletic shorts.

“Have you ever topped? Or bottomed?” I need to know exactly what he’s comfortable with before we move forward. I’m good with either, but I want this to be the best sex he’s ever had.

He shakes his head, dropping his shorts and standing in front of me unabashedly.

“To which one?”

“Either. I’ve only ever been with you.” I attack him, shoving him onto the bed and smashing our mouths together, our teeth clacking, and I twirl my tongue with his.

“Do you want to fuck me?” His eyes blaze.

I take that as a yes until he says, “I think… I actually want you to fuck me instead.” My dick is hard as steel behind my shorts as I grind against him. I plant my hands on either side of his head, positioning my hips so they line up with his.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to stretch your tight, virgin hole?”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

My hands shake as I cup his face in my hands, his mismatched eyes staring up at me, filled with love and trust.

“If you want to stop, say stop. Okay?” I say, trying to hide the quiver in my voice. He’s giving me a gift right now, showing how much he truly trusts me. It’s a heady feeling.

“Okay.” He nods, quickly agreeing.

“I’m going to prep you, and if you don’t like it, tell me. We can switch.” Adam’s eyes flare with heat, and my balls tingle. I will get under him one day, when he gets more comfortable with experimenting. For right now, this is perfect.

I leave him on the bed, scavenging through my belongings, perusing for my hygiene bag where I keep my travel-sized bottle of lube. I would rather be over prepared than under. I tuck it and a strip of condoms under my arm.

When I join him on the bed, I dump the goods beside him. He opens his arms wide and I fall into them, kissing him hard on the mouth.

I wrench my lips away, trailing kisses down his neck, across his pecs, and tease one nipple with my mouth before switching to the other to give it the same attention.

I move down the crease of his abdomen, biting the hard muscles and sucking until his skin blooms angry red, leaving my marks all over him and claiming his as mine.

When I get to the neatly trimmed hairs on his groin, I bury my nose into them. Inhaling him, breathing him in deep and letting him burrow into me.

“I’m going to go slow, okay? We’re going to start with one finger.” I walk him through what I’m doing so he won’t tense up. I want this to be good for him; I want him to want to do this with me.

“Please, Hunter. I trust you.”

I pump some lube in my hands, coating all of my fingers and making them extra slippery. I don’t want him to feel any unnecessary pain when it comes to this, because there will be some, but I hope I can make it good for him.

I trail my hand across his dick, coating it and jacking it a few times until a drop of precum beads at the tip. A ragged moan leaves his lips as I trail my fingers across his balls and taint, stopping at his hole. The puckered skin is tight and unyielding.

I massage it, mouthing at the tattoo on his thigh and staring up at him. His eyes are clenched shut, and his face is flushed red.

“Let me in, love. You’re okay,” I reassure him, pressing the tip of my finger against him, feeling the slight give of the muscle. “That’s it. You’re doing so good.” His body shudders, and I file that tidbit of information away. Adam loves praise in the bedroom.

“Push against my fingers,” I tell him, feeling his muscles clenching around my fingers.

“You’re too tense, and I want this to feel good for you.

” I reach for the lube with my free hand, grabbing the bottle and squeezing an ungodly amount onto his taint, watching the liquid drip and coat my hand.

I smear it around his skin, watching the pale skin of his groin glisten.

“I’m scared,” he admits, his voice breathy and low.

“I know you are, and that’s okay. Do you want to switch?” I ask, because if he’s scared, I’m not going to push him into doing this.

“No.”

“Then push out, once you get the first finger in, it gets easier.” He breathes deeply, and I feel the slight give in his muscle as he pushes against my finger.

“Good job, love. Just like that.” The lube helps me slide the rest of the way in, and Adam shudders around me.

I play with him, feeling the warm heat of his body surrounding me while I slowly work on stretching him.

“Are you ready for another finger?” I watch him, and he nods. His eyes are open now, and he’s watching me. It shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. Knowing that this man trusts me enough to let me inside him, when no one else has ever been this close to him. That right is reserved for me and me alone.

“Words, Adam. I need to hear you say it.” But I reward him by twisting my finger and finding the pleasure spot inside him. When his hips thrust up and his dick leaks faster, I know I’ve found it.

“I want another finger, please.”

“Good boy,” I groan as I slip in a second one beside the first, repeating the motions and going slow to allow him to get used to it.

“Hunter, I’m dying. I need you,” he pleads and I thrust a third one in, scissoring them to make sure he’s stretched enough to take me. I’m not huge, but this is his first time, so discomfort should be expected.

His eyes are glazed over, and he’s biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I kiss him, soothing the spot where he’s been abusing his flesh.

I fumble blindly for a condom, pulling my shorts haphazardly down my thighs, and Adam grabs my hand, stopping me.

“No, no condom.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, wanting him to be one hundred percent sure. I’m negative, and I’ve never done anything without a condom with anyone besides him.

“I want to feel you with nothing in between us.” I look into his eyes, the shades of blue that I love so much, and guide the tip of my dick to his entrance.

His stretched hole is waiting for me, opening up to allow easy access. I grab the lube, pouring a generous coating on the length of my dick when Adam hisses.

“I’m sorry, love, I don’t want to hurt you.” I rock my hips, letting just the tip enter him. His hot heat tempts me to thrust all the way in, but I’ll wait until he’s adjusted.

Adam lifts his hips up, and my cock slides in a little bit farther. My eyes roll heavenward while I fight off the tingle in the base of my spine. He’s too hot. Too tempting. Too freaking much for me to withstand.

“Move, Hunter,” he says, and I feel a tremble run through his body when he grabs his dick. I watch, mesmerized, as he jerks his cock, focusing on squeezing the tip of the head.

I tilt my hips back and then thrust in. He moans, and I lose control. My hips thrust into him at their own rhythm, the ridges of muscles inside him scraping against my oversensitive dick.

“Gonna-gonna come,” he says, clenching down hard on my cock. My thrusts stutter. “Fuckkkk,” he cries out as his release spews out and covers his hand, lower stomach, and chest.

I follow behind him, blacking out from the pleasure as the explosion combusts, and I release into him in long, thick bursts.

I lean down and kiss his lips before I pull out. Grabbing his legs, I push them back until they meet his chest.

“What?” Adam asks, embarrassed as I stare at his red, swollen hole. There’s no blood, thank God. But the trickle of my cum releases out of him. I watch in amazement as it trails down his crack and falls to the bed.

“Hold your legs up,” I demand, not taking my eyes off his hole while he does what I say.

I bend over, trailing my nose across his taint and to his ass.

“Push it out, love.”

“F-fuck, Hunter,” Adam says, and his hole flutters as my cum falls out slowly.

“Just like that, you’re so wet for me. Aren’t you?” I lean forward and swipe my tongue across his hole. Sucking, tasting the mixture of me and the lube I used to prep him.

“Hunter—” Adam pants, trying to wiggle away from my mouth. I don’t move away until every drop is gone. When it is, I lower his legs and press my mouth to his, forcing him to taste what I just did.

We kiss lazily until my bladder screams at me to get up.

I pull Adam up as well and lead him into the bathroom, turning on the shower and relieving myself while it warms up.

Adam gets in first, writing I LOVE YOU on the steamed glass.

I join him, taking care to wash every inch of his body, and swiping my hand down the crack of his ass to wipe away the mess I left behind.

He moans in pleasure, but he needs time to recuperate after how hard I took him. He’ll be sore tomorrow.

We dry off and climb into bed. The cool sheets are soft against my overheated skin while I curl into Adam’s side, drifting off to sleep with the quiet sounds of our synchronized breathing filling the bedroom.