Heart Knot Mine
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I remained kneeling at the end of the bed, listening to Robert’s ragged breaths. An eternity seemed to pass before he reached for me, dragging me off the floor and up his body. My sock-clad feet made contact with his bare ones, and I couldn’t stand having anything, not even something as small as a sock, between his flesh and mine. I toed them off and ran one foot up his calf, sighing in pleasure.
My body covered his, and it was only as my cock made contact with his that I realized I was hard again. Sucking Robert had given me an erection. I gasped, and Robert immediately thrust his tongue between my parted lips, licking the roof of my mouth and then tangling his tongue with mine.
“Mmm, we taste good together,” he moaned.
I shifted slightly, trying to give him more access to my lips, the move bringing awareness of how his body felt pressed along the length of mine. I loved it: his chest against mine, his thighs. I loved his arms around me, the way he moved his hands up and down my back and over my ass, grinding me more firmly into him.
He pressed kiss after kiss onto my mouth, sucking my lips between his and teasing my tongue. I sighed at their softness, at the taste of him.
My hips had a mind of their own, undulating against him, causing my dick to slide along his. Gradually, I felt his cock plumping up again, and the circling of our groins became more urgent. He concentrated on my butt, parting my cheeks to give his fingers access to my furrow.
I knew what he wanted to do to me. I wanted it too. Desperately. Curving my back, I pushed my ass up into his hands, silently begging him to penetrate me. He answered my call, using one of his fingers to rub over my hole before gently easing in.
“Yes! Fuck, yes! Robert, yes!” I gasped, ready to beg for what I needed. All worry and fear over his size, and my lack of experience, evaporated. I wanted him. I needed him to take me. It didn’t matter if it hurt. Lust made me blind and needy.
In one quick move, he’d rolled us over so he was lying on me, but after one searing kiss he lifted himself off me and reached toward the bedside drawers. I immediately rolled over onto my stomach, then brought myself to my knees, dropping my chest to the mattress and leaving my ass high in the air, in the way I’d seen so many of his conquests position themselves.
“No, baby. Roll back over. I want to see your face when I enter you,” he murmured, caressing my ass.
Every cell in my body rejoiced at his words—he wanted to make love to me face-to-face. Intimately. He didn’t know it, but with that one simple directive, he’d already made one of my dreams come true.
He drizzled the lube over his fingers. The excess fell on my exposed buttocks, sliding down my crease. I shuddered at its coolness. Robert used his fingers—one… two… three—to fill me… scissoring and stretching me. I was too blinded by lust to care about the burn. All I knew was there was an emptiness in me that only he could fill.
Hearing the crackling of the foil as he tore it open with his teeth, then watching him expertly sheathe his drooling dick made me brace myself, suddenly wary of the pain I knew would follow. I was speechless from need and fear, unable to ask him to be gentle. All I could do was trust.
He placed my legs on his shoulders and lined himself up, resting the tip of his cock against my hole. Moaning softly, I looked at his face, reassured to see him smiling at me. I smiled back, trying to encourage him—I might have been scared, but that didn’t stop me wanting him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire life.
“Bear down, Noah. Like you want to push me out,” he coaxed softly.
I did as he asked, and it worked: the head of his cock eased into me. With each flex of my inner muscles, I opened for him, like a flower to the sun. I wanted to cry as he slid deeper and deeper into me—it felt so fucking good, so right. I’d never felt fuller, and yes, it hurt, but it was a hurt I welcomed. His cock filling me was the best feeling I’d ever known.
When, finally, his balls rested against my ass, he paused, allowing me time to adjust to him. I experimented, working my pelvic muscles, thrilled to hear him moan in pleasure at the feel of my clamping even tighter around him. But soon that wasn’t enough anymore; I needed him to move.
“Please, Robert. Please.”
He didn’t hesitate. He began with the slow, deliberate thrusts I was so familiar with from his DVDs, and just like his other men, I keened at the almost unbearable pleasure. My dick, which had softened during his penetration, lengthened and thickened. In he went, his fat cock filling me to the brim, and out, leaving me whimpering for him to put it fully back inside me.
He took my cock in hand, working his fist slowly up and down my shaft in time with his thrusts. My orgasm began to build at an alarming rate, and I begged him to remove his hand. “Stop. Please stop jerking me. I don’t want to come yet.”
With each pass of his dick over my prostate, lightning bolts of pleasure radiated out from my nether regions, and the last vestige of pain gave way to ecstasy.
Even without his hand on my cock, my climax rapidly swelled; I felt my control slipping. Robert must have felt it too for he quickened his pace, returned his hand to my dick, and tugged on it frantically. Within a matter of seconds, I spurted in his hand, coating it and my chest and abdomen in my seed. As if from a distance, I heard myself calling his name and him calling mine. My channel clenched uncontrollably, and with each spasm, I knew I was milking him of his cream.
With one final powerful thrust, he collapsed on me, folding me double. I could barely breathe. Black spots appeared behind my eyes—my body warning me it was about to pass out. I didn’t care.
“Fuck! Shit! Sorry,” he gasped, lifting himself partially off me and lowering my legs to the mattress.
My need outweighed my common sense, and I pulled him back down to me, crushing his body to mine while thirstily thrusting my tongue between his lips. He groaned but relaxed into me, returning my kisses.
Memories hit me. Memories of seeing Robert with a look of longing for something more in his gaze. I froze, fear momentarily robbing me of the ability to act. Part of me ached to open my eyes and see, but part wanted to run and hide. What I didn’t witness couldn’t shatter me.
Feeling my sudden lack of responsiveness, Robert pulled away in confusion. That was all the impetus I needed—what I wasn’t brave enough to do for myself, I could for him. I didn’t want him feeling I regretted in any way what had just happened between us. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. Looking relieved, he smiled back, and slowly, so slowly, he lowered his face to mine, taking my lips in the softest of kisses.
We continued to kiss tenderly until with a regretful sigh, he rolled off me and onto his side. With the efficiency of one who had done it many times, he removed the condom and tied off the end. He started to get off the bed, but I stopped him, grabbing hold of his softening cock, uncaring of its sticky wetness. I held it firmly, reluctant to release him—if I let go of him, I was afraid I’d let go of the magic too. Once the moment was gone, would it ever be able to be recalled?
“Baby, you have to let me get rid of the condom. I’ll be back in a jiffy,” he whispered, chuckling softly while stroking my cheek.
I WOKE to darkness, hearing myself sigh at the unfamiliar sensation of someone sensually caressing my ass. The luscious strokes seduced me into automatically undulating back, seeking more. At the feel of Robert lightly running his finger up my crack, my stomach fluttered into life, and I couldn’t help rocking back more firmly against his touch, wanting him to penetrate me.
“You think your tight little arse is up for another round?” he whispered, his breath warm on my neck. I turned my head, intending to answer, but his teeth scraping over the lobe of my ear as he sucked it into his hot mouth robbed me of speech. All I could do was gasp.
He slid his hand over my hip to fist my dick.
“Your gorgeous cock seems keen on the idea,” he murmured softly, continuing to lick and nibble on my ear.
It was true. My dick was rock hard and already weeping.
“But what about your sweet little hole? Does your bud want to blossom again?”
He returned his hand to my ass, stroking and kneading me, pressing his finger between my cheeks to gently massage the hole he’d so recently deflowered.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“God, Noah,” he murmured huskily. “When I realized I’d caught you on camera… when I saw you playing with yourself and jacking off on my bed, watching the video of me fucking that guy, I just had to have you.”
For a moment, I was so caught up in the physical sensations he was eliciting in my body, and the thought of making love with him again, the implication of his words failed to penetrate.
But then they did, and I froze.
He knew.
He knew I’d watched his home movies.
A thousand and one questions flitted across the surface of my brain, the most dominant being: How? How could he possibly know?
“How did you find out?” I whispered.
I was rigid, but he continued to lick and suck and caress.
“I have a hidden switch for the cameras by the DVD player. You must have somehow managed to trigger it when you put in one of my movies.”
“Oh.”
“Hmm, yes, and then there you were, walking backward, your eyes glued to the screen. You didn’t even take your eyes off the movie to climb onto my bed. You just scrambled backward. You fucking came all over my sheets. Christ, that was so hot.”
The memory of my actions turned him on. It was obvious. It was there in the way his hands and lips on me became firmer, more demanding.
“You pulled out that beautiful cock of yours, and fuck… watching you get off on watching me… I came so close to barging into the guest room to have you then and there.”
His nose was in my hair, his lips on the back of my neck, his words sending warm, moist air skimming over the surface of my skin. I trembled.
“It got me so hot, knowing you were turned on by seeing me fuck. I was still feeling jet-lagged, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for a month, but something told me to check the cameras. And there you were, larger than life, caught on film. The sight of you fingering your arse while jerking off got me wound so tight I had to rub one out.”
“So you’re not angry?”
“Do I sound angry?” he asked softly, licking the side of my neck and moaning.
“No.”
“Does my body seem angry?” He arched his torso, pressing his penis into the back of my thigh, glazing it with precum, while he gently penetrated me with his finger.
“No,” I murmured, unconsciously pushing my ass toward him.
“Well, there’s your answer, sunshine.”
His hands left me, and I groaned in protest. He chuckled quietly. And then I heard the distinctive click of the tube of lubricant being opened, and my heart took off like a runaway stallion, knowing he was about to prepare me for his cock. My anticipation of having him inside of me again was at fever pitch.
I felt him shuffle a little and realized he was sheathing himself. He nestled close behind me, lifting my leg to open me to his touch. Without giving it a thought, I grabbed my raised thigh to help him and sighed when he eased his lubricated finger into me.
“How many did you watch, Noah?” he quietly asked as he slid his digit back and forth, brushing ever so lightly over my prostate.
“All of them,” I panted.
“All of them?”
“Yes. More than once.” I rocked my hips, meeting the thrust of his finger, silently begging him for more.
He answered me, slipping a second digit in.
“When did you start?”
“First week,” I panted, pushing back more firmly.
“Jesus, Noah,” he groaned, nipping my neck. “So you liked watching me fuck? Liked watching me suck their cocks? Have them suck mine?”
“Yes. God… yes. Wanted it to be me… ugh…. Robert… please… more.”
Once again, he answered my plea, scissoring his fingers before adding a third. It hurt. It hurt so damn good.
“Fuck, baby, it gets me so hot, thinking of you watching me… pumping that pretty dick of yours.”
Suddenly, he removed his fingers, and I felt empty, abandoned, and filled with such a deep sense of longing, I had to bury my face into the pillow to deaden the sound of my wail of objection at the loss.
“Jesus, baby, I can’t wait any longer… have to have you,” he softly growled, easing himself into me.
It burned, my ass still tender from its first outing, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me so fucking bad I wouldn’t have cared if his dick was a red-hot poker.
“You’re such a naughty boy, Noah,” he panted as he set up a smooth gliding rhythm that made me keen softly.
He slid his arm under my body, clasped my chest, holding me close to him while he covered my hand with his other hand, helping me keep my thigh raised and spread. I moaned and gurgled in pained ecstasy, arching my neck to give him better access as he feasted on me.
With each pass over my sweet spot, my channel loosened, and pleasure soon drowned out the last remnant of pain.
“You look like an angel. A regular boy scout… but then you bust your nut watching me fuck a whole bunch of guys. Fuck, baby, you have no idea how much that turns me on.”
The aching need in my balls urged me to grab my dick, wanting to tug it so hard I’d pull it out by the root, but he stopped me with a guttural command to leave my cock alone. I whimpered, but obeyed, clutching frantically at the sheets instead.
More and more of his weight pressed against my back, slowly forcing me onto my belly, his pistoning body pushing me into the mattress. The sheets beneath me felt wet and sticky from where my dick had leaked. With his wrists beneath my armpits, his hands curling back to grip my shoulders, and his cock jackhammering my ass, I was at his mercy. Helpless. And in heaven. I called out his name, pleading for him to give me more… harder. I begged him to never stop. I told him how much I loved his big fat cock fucking me… owning me.
He growled and grunted and groaned back at me, telling me how much he loved my sweet, tight ass. He gasped and panted against my skin how good I felt surrounding his dick.
With every thrust, I slid up and down the bed, the friction on the head of my dick making me frantic to jerk myself off. I tried to slip my hand in between me and the mattress, growling in frustration at the difficulty.
“Shh, baby, leave your cock alone. I’ll make you come. I’ll make you come so hard.”
His words, as much as his dick pounding my sweet spot, made me mewl like a baby. “Please… please.”
“Fuck, Noah! You feel so good. You’re going to make me shoot a river.”
Whether it was his choked-out declaration or that one final thump against my prostate, I’d never know, but with his words, the coil in my belly, which had my balls so full and tight I thought they’d burst, released. My cock gushed like a fountain, saturating my abdomen and the sheets. It went on and on; each thrust from Robert caused my rod to unleash another spurt. I wailed, almost weeping from the pleasure.
“Yes! Fuck, Noah! Yes! Come for me, baby,” Robert gasped, his movements made jerky by my ass spasming around his dick. I had no control, clenching and releasing him erratically.
With one powerful, frantic thrust after another, I felt him climax, his cock swelling and pulsing with each eruption.
“Jesus! Sweet Jesus!” he wheezed, his dick jerking with one last emission as he collapsed on my back, pushing me deeper into the mattress.
We lay there, both panting and slick with sweat. I could feel the thunderous pace of Robert’s heartbeat as he pressed his chest against my back. He was squashing me, but I didn’t care. In fact, I hated it when he lifted himself up onto his arms, breaking our full-body contact. He gradually pulled himself free of me, and despite his slow and gentle exit, I hissed. Coming down from my postcoital high, my ass was all too aware of its recent energetic activities.<
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“Sorry, Noah, I should have been more gentle.”
Rolling onto my back, I reached up, brushing my fingers lightly over his cheek. “No, don’t apologize. You gave it to me exactly how I wanted it.”
Robert loped to the bathroom. When he returned, I saw he’d brought with him a damp cloth to clean us both.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” he whispered as he climbed in behind me.
“YOU’RE INSATIABLE,” I groaned.
“Your fault. You’re irresistible.”
He was straddling me, stroking my dick, and despite myself, I worked my hips in time with him.
My gaze traveled south, skimming over the toned planes of his chest to his cock. His big, beautiful, erect cock, which was, once again, pointing north. Its flushed head was doing the thing I’d already come to love: peeking out from the foreskin. I looked at it longingly. God, how I wanted it.
“Robert, my body is willing… fuck, just about everything in me is willing, but um, I don’t think my butt can handle it again so soon.”
His grin seemed out of place with our erections and his stroking fist. “Ah, but my sweet Noah, your oh so tight little rosebud is being given the morning off.”
“It is?”
“It is.”
The words were no sooner out of his mouth when he leaned over to the bedside drawers and grabbed the lube and a condom, his intention suddenly clear. Unsurprisingly, my heart took off at a sprint. I couldn’t breathe. Never, not once in any of his home movies, had I ever seen him bottom.
Scarcely believing what I was witnessing, he hovered over me and reached behind himself. His sigh gusted over my cheek, his moan warming my ear. Acting on instinct, I grabbed both our dicks and began to slowly jack them.
“Mmm, yes,” he groaned, working his cock within my fist.
Craning my neck, I kissed his slightly parted lips, and upon feeling them open further, I slipped my tongue inside. I moaned into his mouth when he welcomed me in, sucking on my tongue like it was a minicock. He still tasted of the wine and coffee and mint we’d consumed the previous night.