Page 61 of You, Again

He tweaked my nipples as he faced me. “Let me do it to you. I want you to feel this too.”

And that was how I found myself ass up, clinging to bed sheets while my male lover tongued my hole. Talk about a first.

This wasn’t a position I’d ever fantasized about being in. I’d always been the one on top and I’d assumed that was what Nolan wanted, but maybe…maybe he wanted my ass. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I gave in to sensation and enjoyed the attention.

It wasn’t hard to do. He awakened nerve endings I hadn’t known existed. Sparks tingled along my spine, igniting an inferno deep in my core. My stiff cock leaked precum onto the sheets. I didn’t dare touch it, knowing one firm tug would set me off.

Pressure built with every not-so-innocent flick of his tongue. He was turning me into a pile of mushy, needy goo. I wanted more than I knew how to ask for.

Till he straightened and rested his shaft on my crease.

“Holy fuck, Nol,” I panted.

He folded himself over me and whispered in my ear, “Can I?”

I blinked furiously and licked my lips while a mini parade of questions played out in my head:Will it hurt? Will you go slow? How does it feel? Will I like it? Will you be disappointed if I hate it? Will this change anything or everything?

Yeah, my brain was spinning like a top.

I opened my mouth and the only thing that came out was, “Yeah.”

Nolan kissed the shell of my ear and sat up to grab supplies. I buried my head in the pillow, feeling vaguely sorry for my poor limp dick, withering from his proud boned-out state to a sad semi. A condom wrapper opened, the lube bottle clicked, and a slick finger grazed my entrance before slipping inside.

Okay, that was…good. A little different, but not bad.

He coaxed my cock to life with one talented hand while he fingered me, hooking his digit and massaging my prostate with—Oh.

Oh, yeah. I liked that.

Two fingers, more prostate action. Three fingers…yeah, no kidding—three fucking fingers in my ass and I was a ho for him. Writhing, grunting, moaning. My dick was at full sail again and I wanted something I never thought I’d be seconds from begging for. I wanted him to fuck me.

“I think you’re ready, but if it’s too much or you need me to stop, tell me and I will. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

An unintelligible grunt was all I had in me, but Nolan understood. He tapped his cock on my hole and slowly inched his way in.

So…let me say this, it was weird and invasive and it hurt. Then it didn’t. I felt too full, though, and I wasn’t into that…until he started moving. Slow, gentle thrusts. He caressed my shoulders, ran soothing hands along my sides as he rocked in and out. And suddenly, the fire he’d stoked to life earlier was raging.

I pushed my hips to meet him and nearly blacked out as waves of pleasure rolled over me, one after the other. I could barely catch my breath. I white-knuckled the pillow as I pulled my knees under me, presenting my ass like a gift. Nolan took it gladly.

He upped the tempo, pumping his cock into me double time while mine bounced and drooled on the bedsheets. He was relentless and I fucking loved this side of him. All that power and need focused on me. He wanted this. He wanted me.

“Fuck, Nol. S’good, so—”

He pushed me flat onto my stomach and rolled us sideways, holding my right thigh open as he fucked me like a boss. I was a big dude. Much bigger than Nolan. This position should have been awkward. I was exposed and vulnerable in a way I hadn’t been on my knees. But this was Nol, my soul mate, my lover, my friend.

When he kissed the crook of my neck and whispered sweet nothings as he curled his fingers around my length, it just felt right. And good.

Like I’d finally, truly found my way home.

I exploded in a haze of white light, trembling and gasping for air. It was one thing to ride out my own orgasm, but the feel of him coming inside me was enough to send a new round of shivers along my spine.

Holy fucking shit.I’d just experienced nirvana.

Nolan gently pulled out, and he must have left to do mature things like dispose of the condom and grab a towel. I couldn’t say. I was too fucked out for words. I stared at the ceiling, counting the knots on the wood beam above as my heart rate returned to normal.

He swiped at the mess on my belly, his smile strained and careful. “You okay?”

“Are you really asking me that? I’m not here right now. I’m on Pluto or something. No talking on Pluto.”