by Lina Langley
CHAPTER SEVEN
We stayed there on the couch for a little while, neither of us really saying anything. Our fingers were still intertwined, but we didn’t dare look at each other. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want him to take it back, which I was suddenly terrified of, despite the fact that I had no reason to believe he would. After a little while, I couldn’t take it anymore. “What made you want to admit this?”
He laughed, no humor in his voice. “The truth is, Devin, when we dated all those years ago, I kind of broke up with you because I was afraid to fall in love,” he said. “Fucking is easy for me, falling in love not so much. When we spent time together, kissing and hanging out, it always felt so, fuck, I don’t know, right. I thought it was easier to go away so I wouldn’t fuck things up.”
“You did fuck things up,” I said. “By leaving.”
“Yeah,” he said. “The irony isn’t lost on me.”
He moved in closer, touching my chin and looking up at me. His eyes were serious. He wasn’t fucking around. “You’re scared of something too.”
I blushed. “I’m really bad at hiding this, aren’t I?”
“You don’t have to be. I want you to be honest. Because, I want the same thing. I want to work on being open about this type of shit,” he explained.
I tensed. I saw the look in his eyes, the gaze that meant that he wanted to try moving forward. There was something there that was eating away at me.
“You promise not to leave, right?” I asked.
“Of course. I won’t leave you Devin. I mean, if you want something, you really just have to ask,” he said.
I paused. I didn’t know how to go about telling him this. “The truth is, I’m scared to admit what I want, because it was the reason why we broke up the first time,” I said.
“It won’t happen this time,” he replied. “I’m here for the long run.”
“It’s just, I don’t know, this is so stupid.”
“Hey,” he said. “What you want isn’t stupid.”
I laughed a little, but I could feel how embarrassed I was by all this already. I didn’t want to be. I didn’t want him to see how vulnerable I was around him. He had opened up to me, though, so it was probably only fair that I too opened up to him. “I’ve always wanted my first time to be special,” I said. “I built it up in my head, and now, I feel like you’re going to say you don’t want to do that. That it’s going to be too much pressure. That you’re going to want to wait until we’re settled into a long term relationship, when I feel like I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”
“You’ve got this all wrong, you know,” he said. “And what makes you think we haven’t already started settling into that?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes widening.
He leaned into me and whispered softly in my ear. “I want to fuck you, Devin,” he said. Every time his breath tickled my skin, it sent a shiver down my spine. “I want to make it special. I’ll take your virginity, and I’ll make it about you. I’ll make sure that you’re happy with what I do for you, and that it’s the best goddamn experience you ever have.”
He was certain. I was afraid, but my cock wasn’t. I was already hard as fuck thinking about what this would be like.
“But,” he said, moving away from me. “I want to wait until you’re ready.”
I chuckled. “That’s the thing,” I said. “Caleb, I’m ready. I’m ready now.”
He pulled me closer, his lips hovering right over the very tip of my own. He smiled, and I smiled back.
“Then that settles it,” he said quietly, then bit his lower lip. “I’m going to rock your world tonight, and finally do what I’ve wanted to do for a long goddamn time.”
I flushed at those words, but I knew he was honest about it. We closed the gap between us, kissing each other softly, passionately, slowly.
The moment we kissed, I knew everything would be okay.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As he kissed me, he pressed the edge of his lips against my own and pulled me into his arms. I submitted to him, allowing him to kiss me passionately, and soon, I kissed him right back. Everything just felt so perfect. I mean, I had always loved the feeling of this, the way that his lips mingled with my own, and the way that his own body seemed completely ready for me too.
He wanted this as much as I did. I could tell by the neediness of his lips and the closeness of our bodies, by the way his breathing quickened, by the way he was kissing me, touching me over my clothes, panting as our lips touched.
He pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting our lips. He pointed to the bedroom. I quickly got up.
He took my hand. We walked over to my bedroom, giggling and saying nothing. He pulled me into the room and kissed me on the lips softly before he closed the door with a swift kick. After the door was shut, he pinned me to the bed, kissing me with a passion that felt different from before. This was more predatory, less sweet, and I could feel his tongue pushing against the entrance of my lips.
I quickly opened up my mouth, allowing him to tease and move against my own tongue. I moaned at his actions, loving the way that he seemed so determined to make me feel good. His kisses were almost enough to make me come by themselves and my dick throbbed in anticipation of what was about to happen.
He pressed his tongue against my own, massaging his muscle against mine. His hands were at my hips, the closeness of our bodies almost intoxicating. I noticed that his cock was incredibly hard, and as it moved against my own, I moaned.
He pulled away from my lips, his lips glistening with spit from our sloppy kisses. I looked at him with a needy glance, but not before his lips moved down to the edge of my neck, biting softly on the flesh there.
I moaned, my hips arching as I felt them rise off the bed at those actions. I would have never expected him to bite. I also hadn’t expected to love it. He continued to nibble on the skin there, moving his lips downwards and doing the same thing. Every time he bit, I tensed up, groaning out loud as he began to do it over and over again. It was intoxicating. The need, the desire, the feeling of him doing all of this, it was completely destroying me.
He took off my shirt and threw it somewhere on the floor of the bedroom. He left my nipples for him to see. He touched the tip of one with his fingers, causing me to let out a small gasp, tensing up as I lifted my hips up at the sensation. He smiled and pinched my nipple softly, just enough to make me feel like I was going to explode.
“Fuck,” I heard myself say.
He moved to the other nipple to tease it with his tongue and lips. I shivered, moaning as he continued to completely overwhelm me. I loved this, and from the look on his face, from the way his cock felt, I could tell he was into it too. After a bit, he pulled back, looking at me with a smile on his face.
He pressed his hands down my body, getting to the bulge in my pants. He took off my jeans very slowly, a wicked smile on his face, and I never felt like punching someone in the face as much as I did right then. Once I was completely exposed, my cock hardened and glistening with precum, he looked at it with shimmering eyes.
He lightly teased the very edge of it, just barely putting pressure on the area, but that alone was enough to turn me on even more, which I didn’t even think was possible. I pushed my hips up to meet his hands, and as he continued to just barely tease me, I felt as if I was losing my mind.
“Fuck,” I said out loud, pushing my hips to meet him. He continued to lightly the underside of my cock, right under the head, doing it just enough to make me feel like I was getting close and then moving it rudely away from me every time. I groaned when he did it again.
“Now, now,” he said. “You have to beg for it,” he said to me.
Fuck. I was already so aroused I felt heady with pleasure. I looked at him, my eyes big with need. “Please give me more.”
“Very well,” he replied, giving me a soft peck on the lips before undoing the fly of his jeans and slipping them off. He took off his
black boxers to reveal his hardened, uncut cock. I wanted to touch him, but I felt his hand against the very edge of my cock again, teasing it. He continued to press his hands on me, jerking me off, and as I sat there, clutching the sheets, I felt my heart start to pound. Fuck. This was insane. The man was a wizard with his hands. He continued to tease me, just taking me to the edge of orgasm by playing with the head of my cock. I knew I was going to come soon if I didn’t stop him, so I took a deep breath and leaned forward.
“I want to give you something to feel good as well,” I said, my voice coated with arousal.
He let go of me as I leaned forward, sitting up and taking a second to admire his cock. I immediately touched it, feeling the large, pulsating dick in my hands as my mouth watered. I could tell how big he was from looking at him, but it was only when my hand was on his cock that I realized just how enormous his dick was when he was totally erect. I was a little nervous, but just as excited, when I leaned forward so my mouth was level with his dick.
I started to lick the tip of it, causing him to let out a guttural moan. I then took him further down my mouth, unhinging my jaw a little until I had him almost at the base. He lightly pressed against my head, allowing me to take more of the cock down my throat. He groaned when I did and I could feel his fingers in my hair, pulling it softly. He started to buck his hips a little bit, causing me to gag on his cock. He held my head there. My eyes were watering and I felt a little nauseous, but mostly I was just insanely turned on by him, by the fact that I was sucking his cock, by all of this.
“Oh fuck, fuck, I didn’t know you could deep throat so well,” he said as I moved my head back and forth, making him moan and groan and move in ways that were driving me crazy. He pulled my head away from his throbbing, pre-come covered cock using the fingers he’d had in my hair.
“Shit,” he said. “I don’t want to come yet. You have to stop.”
I flushed, but as I pulled away, I laid back. He took off my pants, which were around my ankles, after taking off my shoes. That had left me completely exposed. He took a second to gathered himself and looked at me. “You doing okay?”
“More than okay,” I said.
“Good,” he said. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
His hand moved straight to my entrance, teasing the puckered flesh with little padded touches. I moaned, shivering in desire as he just barely touched my hole. But then, he pulled back, looking around the room.
“Lube?”
I pointed to a drawer nearby. He moved to it, grabbing the lubricant and pouring a decent amount on his fingers. He left it on hand as he spread me apart, looking at me.
“You sure you want this?” he asked. “Because we can—”
I felt a bit scared, but mostly, I was so turned on. I couldn’t wait anymore. I didn’t want to wait anymore. “I want this,” I heard myself say. “I want you. I want you inside of me.”
He groaned before he smiled at my words for a moment. Then, softly, after teasing me, after making sure my hole was wet and I was ready for him, he pushed his first lubed up digit into me. I shivered, moaning out loud as I felt himself push the finger partially in. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but not painful. He told me to take a deep breath. I did as I was told, allowing him to push his finger further in. As he got all the way inside, he pressed it up, causing me to shiver.
It wasn’t that bad. I had fingered myself before, but never quite like that. I had never been turned as turned on by fingers as I had been right then. He slowly added in a second one, allowing the digits to move about in my puckered hole for a bit. He angled them up slightly, hitting a spot that immediately made me scream, that immediately made my body shudder and made me feel like I was made of jelly.
“Fuck!” I heard myself cry out.
“Yeah,” he said. “You like that, huh? I’ve wanted to be inside of you since the moment I met you. I wanted to fuck you, make you moan, have my fingers inside of you until you come all over your stomach since the first time we saw each other.”
I groaned, my face bright red. My entire body felt like it was bright red. He didn’t seem fazed by any of this. He kept talking, telling me how much he wanted me, how gorgeous I was, as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me. He would occasionally brush against my prostate every now and then just to hear me whimper, but he told me that he wasn’t going to give me the satisfaction of this yet. I groaned in protest, but he just laughed. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he said. “Why would I not want it to last forever?”
He continued to do this for what seemed to me like a very long time, adding in a third finger to help get me fully taken care of. Once he almost drove me to orgasm and my cock was throbbing like hell—almost to the point where it was painful—he moved his fingers away from my asshole, which made me feel weird and empty.
“You can still back out,” he said.
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
He laughed. “Okay,” he said. “If this is what you want.”
“Caleb,” I whined.
He kneeled down on the bed and used his fingers to spread me apart. He took a deep sharp breath as he looked at me. “I’m going to do this slowly,” he said. “It’s okay if it’s uncomfortable at first, but if it hurts, tell me. Okay?”
“Deal,” I said, moving my hips down to show him how much I wanted pushing himself slowly into me, making sure that he took his time.
“Okay, babe,” he said. “Take a deep breath.”
I grimaced at the initial point of entrance. It was a little strange, but there was nothing painful about it. He took his sweet time to go into me and the deep breaths really did help with the entry process. It didn’t hurt, it did feel a little uncomfortable, but as he thrusted himself into me, hitting against my prostate, all I could feel was blinding pleasure. He then paused, waiting a good minute or two before lightly bucking his hips, pushing himself in and out as I began to groan with desire. He reached down and took my cock in hand, smiling wickedly at me.
I started to clutch the bed, feeling him penetrate me deeply. He took his time, looking down at me, moving his hand up and down my hardened cock. As I relaxed and got used to it, he began to push himself in and out of me faster and faster. He smiled as I clung to the sheets under me, moaning and writhing, saying his name, saying my name, saying god knows what. He began to thrust fast and hard into me. I let out a series of moans, my entire body moving towards his to get more of that sweet friction. He smiled as he saw the desperation in my eyes. He started to thrust his hips faster, his touch getting equally fast, and could feel little explosions going off all over my body. I could feel myself turn into nothing under his touch, with his cock inside of me, with his hand on my cock.
Holy shit this was good.
He continued the onslaught against my body, making me feel like I was outside my body. After a few more seconds of this pleasure onslaught, I felt my entire body tense and I told him I was going to come, I told him, and he smiled at me as I did. I came hard, wailing in pleasure as I arched my back, my come spurting out all over my stomach. I felt like I was blinded for a good minute or so as he did this, and then I felt him come inside of me, his cock throbbing, his come filling me up entirely.
I liked this, all of it, and if I hadn’t just come, I might have been hard again. He then pulled back and out, looking at me with a smile.
“You doing okay?” he asked, kissing my stomach, licking up some of the come from my skin. He tumbled down so he was right next to me and I smiled at him. I still felt hazy due to the force of my orgasm, but I could appreciate him checking in on me.
“Yeah. I’m good. That was just…wow,” I said.
“You’re telling me. That was honestly the best sex I’ve ever had,” he said.
I looked at him with an incredulous glance. I hadn’t been expecting him to say that. “Really?”
He laughed. “What?” he asked. “Are you surprised?”
“Yeah,” I said. “More than a little. You’
re always having sex with people—”
“That’s not fair,” he said, smiling at me. “This is the first time I’ve ever had sex with someone I loved. I didn’t realize how different it would be.”
“And?”
“I would have waited for you forever, Devin,” he said.
“Well, you don’t have to anymore,” I replied. “We should repeat that. In the morning?”
“You want me to come over in the morning?”
I swallowed. “You’re not staying?”
“You want me to stay?” he said, a hesitant smile on his face.
“Yeah,” I said, kissing him softly on the lips. “I never want you to leave again.”
“Good,” he replied once he broke off the kiss. “I won’t, then.”
THE END
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