When his fingers started probing the sensitive nerves just beyond my taint, he took my dick deep into his mouth and sucked, making me lift off the bed in pleasure.
I wasn’t new to ass play; he’d definitely been in the area before. I liked it, more every time we did it. When he first breeched my body with the tip of a well-lubed finger, it felt like I was sort of cresting a hill on a roller coaster. Like tension was building as I went up and up.
He moved slow, caressing my cock with one hand and working me open with the other. Every so often, he would pause and apply more lube, rubbing it between his fingers to warm it before massaging it all over my sensitive areas.
When he worked up to two fingers, I moaned, and he wrapped an arm around my bent leg and held on to my thigh as he slid in and out of my body.
My cock was so hard it throbbed, and I ached for him to touch it, to give me the release I so desperately wanted. My hand went for it, but Trent laughed low and knocked my hand away.
“Oh no, you just lay there. Don’t you worry. You’re going to come.”
“I want more, Trent,” I begged.
His fingers slipped out of me and traced around my rim. My ball sack was drawn up tight against my body, and I spread my legs just a little bit wider.
Once more, he came back, and I knew he added another finger because the tightness was back when he slid in. I liked it, though. It made my cock twitch.
“Deeper,” I urged and wiggled my ass. His fingers delved deep and rubbed against my prostate. Breath hissed between my lips. I rocked against him again, rewarding myself with another epic tremble of bliss.
Blindly, I felt around until the condom was in my hand. I thrust it at him, and he took it. I watched through half-closed eyelids as he rolled the latex over his impressive length.
I knew it might hurt the first time he entered, and yeah, maybe I was a little apprehensive, but I knew I’d like it. He did. He always came twice as hard when I was inside him.
“Your feet might tingle,” he warned. “That’s normal.”
I nodded.
I heard him apply more lube to his cock and then rub his fingers down along my crack and tease my hole. Both hands hit the mattress on either side of me, and my eyes sprang open. He stared down at me intently, and I was unable to look away.
“I love you, Drew,” he whispered, but I didn’t hear those words with my ears. They whispered directly into my heart.
“I love you, too.”
His mouth covered mine, and he kissed me thoroughly while rocking his hips and the tip of his cock against my ready hole.
Every time just the very tip slid in, I shuddered because it felt so good. Seconds later, he drew back, lifted my legs so they bent at the knees, and positioned his dick at my entrance.
“You sure?” he asked, his voice throaty with desire.
I rocked against him, and the tip of his head slid in. He moaned.
Trent moved little by little, pushing his thickness into my body. At first, I wanted to panic, but he was there to grab my dick and stroke it.
Suddenly, it was like my body gave way, and he slid the rest of the way so he was buried deep.
His fingers dug into my legs, and I felt his balls against my thighs.
“You’re so tight,” he breathed, holding himself still.
“You feel good, frat boy.”
His eyes cleared and met mine. I nodded.
He started moving; I started moaning. Thank God we did this for the first time in a private room. There was no way in hell I’d be able to keep the moans of pure pleasure inside me. Someone would have heard.
Trent moved gradually, keeping up a steady assault on my prostate, until I started to swear I was going to blow. Suddenly, he changed rhythm and pulled almost completely out but then surged back in deep and swift.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. His strong hand wrapped around my rock-hard dick and pumped.
I exploded all over my chest and his hand. White light burst behind my eyes, and my back arched up off the mattress.
“Don’t stop,” I begged even as I came. The orgasm seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought it was ending, he would rub against that fucking magic spot inside me, and more jizz would shoot out onto my chest.
I was completely weak when he finally let me finish, drained in the best possible way. My back hit the sheets, and I looked up at his strong, wide body over mine.
“Yes?” he asked, smug.
“Oh, hell yes,” I replied.
Trent thrust his hips, and his eyes closed. He was still rock hard inside me. I knew he’d held off on his own orgasm until I was completely spent.
“Take it, frat boy,” I growled and shoved my ass down onto his cock.
His arms wrapped around my thighs, and he started moving. He wasn’t rough; it didn’t hurt, but he did move with some speed.
Even though I’d already had an orgasm, it still felt good. I loved the way he felt stretching my inner walls and making all the nerve endings sing with glee.
A few seconds later, his body went rigid and his eyes flew open.