by Flynn Eire
“Okay, what do I do? I mean, I can’t show up to his door with a bow around me.”
“No, but I can pick locks,” London sang, shocking all of us. He simply shrugged like it was no big. “It’s a good skill to have if there’s a problem or you’re captured and need to get into something or out of a place. Anyways, I can get you into hot Lynx’s room where you can lay in wait for him like a seductive, naked offering.”
“And what? Put the bow on the butt plug to stretch for him?” I drawled, thinking the whole thing was super cheesy.
“Oh, that’s good,” Bowie complimented. “I actually have a new one with a loop that I was going to… It doesn’t matter, but if you give Sam even a quick shoulder rub to help his back, it’s yours. Tie a bell to it so it jingles every time you move your ass.”
“Nah, that’s for Christmas,” Lance argued. “Forget the bow even so you’re not worried about something else. Just get under the covers so you don’t feel stupid laying there naked, and drape everything over your hips and tell him that his present is in bed and he could come check it out. That’s not too hard to say so you won’t chicken out or flub it.”
“Yeah, okay,” I muttered, bobbing my head that wasn’t too bad.
But it wasn’t enough to everyone else. I spent the next few laps listening to all their crazy ideas and helpful suggestions, as they’d all had their first times. Really, it was good sex education that I never got in school, as they always assume people are straight and teaching about making babies instead of actual pleasure.
I took it all in, knowing lots of it I wouldn’t ever listen to and other stuff I just filed away for later knowledge. I argued when they tried to let me skip the last lap.
“Do you really want to be late for dinner and everyone know what you’re probably doing?” London explained. “Or let your nerves eat you while you sit through dinner and his birthday party, which means you’ll probably get drunk and not be much of a gift at all?”
“You make very good points,” I answered after very little thought. “I’m glad Mom adopted you, and I’m totally on your side if you and Drake ever get into a fight. Hell, I’ll make sure you’re at our first sleepover party here when she gets back.”
“You still have sleepovers with your mom?” Bowie teased me. “Like you’ll have them here?”
“Yeah, she doesn’t like thunder,” I admitted, knowing they weren’t a group to gossip in a bad way or pick on her. “Something happened when she was young during a thunderstorm or something. I don’t know. I’m her son, so she won’t tell me, but I know she doesn’t like them, so we have movie marathon sleepovers and too much sugar. I think we’ll add alcohol now that I’m older, but I’m not going to bail on her if she’s living here.”
“Very sweet of you, and I’m glad you’re such a good son, but quit stalling and go get ready. Go primp, and we’ll meet you at Lynx’s room after this lap to unlock it and Bowie can give you what you need,” London interjected, giving me a shove as the dorms came into view.
We’d actually run through lunch and I was starving, but there was no way I could go grab premade items with my nerves. I veered off from the group and ran to my room, thinking that made up for skipping the last lap. I scrubbed really well in all the important areas when I showered, shaving even though I’d done it in the morning as if I could grow that much already.
I stowed my stuff in my room and went up to Lynx’s in just my towel, knowing if I brought clothes I’d chicken out.
“Smart,” London praised when he saw me. He glanced around and got to work, Bowie joining us moments later with what I needed. We froze when we heard a door down the row.
“I know nothing, I saw nothing,” Gilroy assured us as he quickly moved by us. “I will say that I heard Lynx tell Xana he was closing up his shop early to primp for his date tonight, so I’d get my ass in gear.”
“Got it,” London assured us, and there was a loud click. “Good luck, kid. Lock the door.” I bobbed my head, freezing in my spot now that it was time to really do this. Bowie chuckled and shoved me into the room, which I was glad he did actually.
“You got this,” he told me, closing me in.
“I got this,” I repeated, not sure I believed it for even a second. I stood there, just staring at the bed for a while, but a noise down the hall made me jump and get to it. I locked the door and hurried to get on the bed, opening the packages Bowie had given me.
The next big hurdle was getting me ready for Lynx, because he was big. Very big.
Like huge, giant-of-a-cock big.
Simply terrifying for a virgin, if I was honest.
I slicked up my fingers and pushed two in my ass, knowing I’d chicken out of I didn’t get going. Except I almost came from them. I froze, realizing how close I was just from that and probably the excitement mixed with nerves, but I was seconds away from coming.
And that seemed really crass to do in my lover’s bed as I got ready for him.
I took some deep breaths and thought of unsexy things to calm down before continuing, but one movement and I was right there again. I wanted to scream in frustration or die of embarrassment, some combo maybe. Either way, a half an hour later I hadn’t progressed much at all. I let out a frustrated breath and pulled my fingers out, swallowing a yelp when I heard a key in the door.
I dove under the covers, pulling them up over my head as if he wouldn’t notice a Gary sized lump in his bed. The door opened and then closed, a throat clearing before the bed dipped.
“So why is my bed shaking, lube on the nightstand, and what looks like a butt plug package?”
“Someone thought he would make a nice present and tried to get himself ready for your massive cock.”
“If it’s my Gary, it would be an amazing present, but I’m not sure why he tried and now would hide from me.”
“I kept almost coming,” I admitted after a few moments, tears in my voice. “I’m such a damn freak, I can’t even get myself stretched for a toy without almost blowing my load. I’m sorry.”
“Baby, I’m so fucking turned on at hearing that I’m not sure why you’re apologizing, but I really would like to unwrap my gift. Please?”
I nodded, figuring he would see it. I blinked up at the light as he pulled down the covers, smiling at me.
“Hmmm, do you have a gift receipt, because I have a jealous lover, and I’m not sure he’d be okay with hot men in my bed.”
“Jerk,” I sniffled, wiping my eyes. I pulled out the butt plug I had in the bed with me and held it up for him. “I traded Bowie a back rub for Sam for this since it was new, and I can’t even get it in. I’m a lame present.”
“I don’t think so, and I’m thrilled you’re not throttling me for forgetting my birthday and not telling you, but all the blood is in my groin at this idea you want sex. You do want sex, right? That was the point in this?”
“Yes, that’s your present.”
He searched my eyes as he lowered himself closer. “But you want it, right? You’re ready?”
“Scared, but yeah, ready,” I promised him. I might have said more, but his lips were on mine instantly. I moaned and threw my arms around his neck, loving the way he kissed and how it made my whole body feel.
But then he stopped. He just stopped and stared down at me as I panted, ready for what came next, all of it. “Promise you won’t run.”
“What?” I asked, my brain not working well at the moment.
“Promise me you won’t run tomorrow or the next day or whatever day I do something stupid and you don’t believe in me or us. Promise you will believe in me this time. I don’t think I can take this step with you, knowing it’s your virginity and how important that is to you and how important you are to me, and then you run from me again. Can you swear to me you’re really in this now and won’t run?”
“I won’t be so quick to say we’re over,” I swore, moving my hand to his cheek. “I do believe in you. I’m working on believing in us, but it’s scary, Lynx. I’m no
t an old fart like you, and it seems every time I blink there’s lots more to be scared of. I won’t just run and end things, but I might run when I get scared, and I hope you chase me, because I need that. You might be oblivious, but you’re grounded, and I need grounding sometimes.”
“Fair enough,” he murmured and then kissed me again. I cried out as his fingers moved to my hole and he pushed one in.
Wait, when did he get the lube? Oh fuck it. I came and came some more as he kept working me open, not giving me time to recover. The waves of it about knocked me out they were so strong, but I held onto Lynx, letting him ground me as I trusted him to lead, to take care of me.
“Do you even know how many orgasms you’ve had?” he asked sometime later. A good time later it felt like.
I shook my head, unable to get my mouth to work.
“Are you too tender to continue?”
Again, I shook my head.
“Can you talk?” he asked, concern in his eyes.
“Yes,” I finally croaked out. “Too much screaming, but I want this.”
“I want one more thing for my birthday,” he muttered, studying me closely, waiting until I nodded. “Sit on my face, baby. I want to eat out your ass and feel you coming like that as I do.”
“I’m not sure my legs will let me,” I admitted, lowering them and feeling like mush from having them against my chest for so long. Not sure when I folded up like that, if I was being honest, but I must have.
“I’ll hold you up,” he promised, waiting until I nodded again. He got off the bed and stripped, moving way too fast to switch our positions and lift me up to his face. It was mortifying to give him my ass like that, but from the way his dick leaked on his stomach, he liked it.
When he started feasting, I did as well, sucking on his cock with everything I had. It excited him, because he about attacked my ass, making me dry orgasm again and again. Finally, he finished too, and I swallowed it all down, moaning at how he tasted, like man. All man.
I collapsed on him when he finished, staring at his still hard cock and completely certain there was no way that would ever fit in me. I didn’t have much time to get extra nervous, as he easily moved me onto my hands and knees and got behind me.
“Still okay?” he checked as he poured my slick on my hole and caressed my ass.
“Yes,” I lied and then yelped as he smacked my ass hard. “Okay, I’m a bit loopy and a bit terrified I liked that smack, because that seems like advanced fun, but I want this.”
“If you pass out during your first time because I was greedy, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“I’ll warn you if I think I’m getting there, but I think I’m okay,” I promised. It seemed to be enough, because I felt his cock pushing against my hole.
And panicked.
“Wait, wait, maybe we should take a break,” I worried, pulling against his hand holding my hip and trying to claw up the bed.
“Gary, I promise I’ll fit and it won’t be bad. I took an hour stretching you out, baby. We can do this.”
I took in a slow breath and nodded. “Okay.”
“Thank fuck, because I’m dying to feel you,” he whispered as he moved his dick back. It slowly pushed into me, and he stopped after he got the head in. “And for the record, you’re way more fun than Bowie’s magical prostate.”
“Thanks, but no more mentioning other men while in me, Lynx,” I drawled, forgiving his lack of tact, realizing I’d need to often with him.
Goof.
“Sorry.” The air got really awkward, and I was trying to think of what to say, but he leaned over and kissed my back, apologizing again.
And pushing his dick further into me and a lot of it. I screamed his name as I came, clawing at the sheets and freaking out at how amazing it felt. I mean like ten times more amazing than his fingers. Maybe not that much more than the blow job or eating my ass out, but holy fuck it felt good.
When I came back down from it, I realized he wasn’t moving, but I was, fucking myself on his cock, yelling how good it felt and how I wanted more. I froze, shocked at my slutty behavior.
“Why did you stop?” he asked.
“Sense returned,” I muttered, dropping down and burying my face in the pillow. We both moaned as the angle changed and he leaned over me again.
“Baby, it was super hot to watch you do that, enjoy my body like that, but if you’re not ready for it, I can take over.”
“Please.”
Oh boy, did he ever. He covered my hands with his, interlocking our fingers as his hips moved gently, slowly as if worried for my body. I turned my head and gave him an awkward kiss. He growled, and I wondered what I did wrong. He flipped me while still inside of me, making me lie on my side as he thrust harder.
“I want to kiss you too,” he explained, surrounding me with his bigger frame. “Fuck, Gary, this is better than my best heaven fantasy.”
“Yeah?” I panted, staring up at him with what I knew was a look of hope.
“Yeah, baby,” he swore, moving faster as he kissed me, swallowing my cries as the next orgasm hit.
And so many, many more after.
He came sometime later, his whole body shaking with the force of it as I felt his seed fill my ass up. Lynx grunted as his climax finished, kissing me silly as he touched me everywhere all at once it seemed.
“That was fucking amazing. I didn’t go too deep, right?”
I blinked up at him, and then my eyes went wide as what he said sunk in. “Are you saying you weren’t all the way in? You’re that huge that you can’t push it all in?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t think it smart with your first time. If it hurts, you won’t want to do it again. Did it hurt?”
“No,” I admitted, smiling up at him. “Sometimes you’re not as oblivious as you think you are. Maybe we can work on those other times.”
“No, probably not,” he chuckled shaking his head. “But if you give me clear boundaries or rules like mechanics have, I learn. I’m trainable like Drake’s dogs.” He kissed my nose. “I won’t ever mention other men while inside of you. I’ll remember.” I didn’t have the heart to say he’d just mentioned Drake, but he swore under his breath. “Men I’ve screwed.” Then he swore again and pulled out of me.
“You’ve screwed Drake?” I guessed, frowning when he nodded.
“Only for challenges. Not even to scratch an itch. We’re not each other’s type, and we’re just really friends.”
“Okay,” I accepted, leaning up and kissing him. “Are we going to be late for your party, or do you want another present?”
“Fuck the party, I want presents,” he growled, turning me on my back and pushing inside of me again. “Baby, this is the best birthday ever, and I promise I won’t ever forget it.”
“Good, because I won’t either, and I hope we have more of them to celebrate together,” I murmured, unsure if it was the right time for mushy.
He smiled brightly at me. “Yeah, I believe we will, Gary. I believe we’ll have lots of birthdays to celebrate together.”
And then the mushy moment was over, and he screwed my brains out, leaving me to walk funny into his party. It might have been embarrassing for me, but it was worth it to see Lynx smile so brightly, because I knew it wasn’t about the sex. No, my big, dense softy was happy we’d taken the next step together.
Maybe being his stalker wasn’t that bad of an idea after all?
The End
Find A New Series To Love…
The Coming Storm: Shifting Reality 1
Pack the Maps, Snacks, and Guns
The youngest and one of the smallest of his malamute siblings, Chicago Niska is a computer genius with a knack for getting his virtual fingers into any system he wants. While trying to finagle his way out of one tricky situation he and his family are already in by getting information their leaders want, he stumbles across something that will bring the country, if not the world, to a crashing end.
Now if they can just get what he
found to the right people without getting killed in the process.
On the run across the country to the Paranormal Parliament in the hopes of helping all supernatural kind, he and his older brothers don’t have many options for refuge when every law enforcement agency is after them. There’s only one group in the area that has the power and protection they need to shake the heat… And it’s the one place where there seems to be a great deal of history between two of his brothers and the one vouching for them.
But is the price for the help they need more than they’re willing to pay?
Family always comes first to Chicago, so he makes a deal with the devil, and a few vampires on the side, to get the help they need to survive the mission ahead. And after a night of passion and a fantasy come true, Chicago has allies he never dreamed of—one even willing to risk his life, joining their mission to spark a relationship with Chicago. There’s not time for love when you’re trying to save the world though… Is there?
Things never go as planned, and instead of finding the man of his dreams, Chicago realizes he might end up with a broken heart at the end of the journey. It seems silly to worry about that though when millions of lives are at stake if they don’t get the information he found to the right people. Funny how Chicago can’t seem to focus on much else given it’s his first love and his family will probably live with Aurelo’s coven… If they’re still alive by the time they reach their leaders.
* * *
Avoiding Hell’s Gate: Hounds of Hell 1
They Just Come to Collect… It’s Nothing Personal
Stryker Magnus is born into a life no one would ever ask for, pray not to have even. But working for Hell has its perks, such as immortality, and Stryker’s far from evil. He’s really just the delivery man who hates his job.
Rafe Damas lives a lonely life, ignored by his only remaining family—his father. When Stryker and his brothers walk into his life, he’s in shock to learn the hounds of Hell are real… And they are there for him.