47. Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Six

The way he reacts to my finger being inside him is enough to have me blowing my load. But I fight it. There's no way in hell I'm giving up this opportunity. When I come next, it's going to be in his tight ass. I cannot believe he woke me up to fuck him. This is a dream come true.

The whimper that leaves his lips when I find his prostate and press on it is a sound I will never forget. It's needy and desperate. His body trembles as I stroke him, his cock bobbing. I take his dick with my free hand. He pushes it away.

"N-no. I'll come if you do that."

"Coming is the point," I say with a smirk.

"Not yet," he answers gruffly.

"I'll make you come more than once," I tell him.

"Just wait a little," he says through a heavy breath.

If he's that close I wonder if I could get him to come just by playing with his prostate. He's never done this before, which is a thrill in and of its own. He has no idea what he's missing, and I'm about to make sure he finds out. I slide in and out of him, working on stretching him while teasing his p-spot. He makes the most beautiful sounds, hands fisting the sheets. It's unbelievable how gorgeous this man is.

"Ready for another finger?" I ask him.

"Yes," he pants. "Please."

Oh? Please? That's new.

And really fucking hot.

I pull my finger out of him and slowly work a second in. He winces, but I go slow.

"Tell me if I need to stop." He nods so I know he heard me.

I add more lube and finally get two fingers into him. The way he clenches my fingers with his ass has me shaking. I pause and take a breath. This has me so close to the edge. Not necessarily of coming, but of losing my damn mind and shoving my dick into him right now. The way he's trembling, biting on his lip, looking at me with such desperation? Fuck, it's beautiful.

"My dick is leaking so much for you, baby," I tell him.

"Want you inside me…"

"Patience," I say with a chuckle. "So fucking needy for my cock. I love it, but damn, baby, let me get you ready first."

He huffs out a frustrated sound, so I find his prostate again and rub it.

"Fucking hell," he groans, his hips lifting from the mattress. "That feels too good."

"I like making you feel good," I respond, continuing to stroke that magical spot inside him.

"No—too good. I think—oh, fuck. No. I think I'm going to c-come." He lets out a sharp breath, another delicious whimper leaving his lips before his cock pulses, cum spurting from his dick and landing all over his abs. "Holy shit, holy shit," he mutters through his orgasm.

I ease up on his p-spot and lean down to lick his come from his abs.

"Fuck, how did you do that?" he asks.

"There's plenty more where that came from. Are you ready for three?"

"Fuck yes," he pants.

I chuckle as I work a third finger into him, which is a little difficult at first, but with more lube he lets me in. The orgasm loosened him up. He's grinding against me, fucking my fingers. The thought of him doing that around my cock has me fucking crazy. I can't wait any longer to be inside him.

"Need to be inside you right fucking now." I pull my fingers from him. "Turn over."

He gets onto his hands and knees, and I don't miss the way he's trembling. I get the condom on in record time, kneel on the bed and take the bottle of lube with me. I shift him forward a little to give myself more room. I'd love to stand back and look at him like this. Bent over and waiting for my cock but admiring him will have to wait. I need his ass right now. Need to be balls deep inside him. If this is the only time I get to do this, feeling him is the memory I want.

I have no idea what made him change his mind about this, about me, but I'm here for it. Team Sevin all the fucking way, baby.

Maybe it was missing me? Isn't there some saying about distance making the heart grow fonder or some shit? It's true. Had I known that's all I needed to do to make him want me like this, I'd have taken off sooner. Actually, that's bullshit. Being away from him is fucking torture.

I pour a shit ton of lube all over his ass. He hisses, flinching against the cool liquid.

"Is that necessary?" he complains.

"Completely," I say as I rub it in—all over his ass, the bottom of his back, and between his round ass cheeks. I settle closer to him and line the head of my cock up at his perfect little hole. I hesitate, almost unable to believe I'm about to do this. "Last chance to change your mind. Once I'm inside you, there's no stopping me."

He looks at me over his shoulder. His eyes are full of lust, but there's a cocky smirk on his lips. "Give me your best, psychopath."

I growl, digging my fingers into his hips as I thrust forward. Just enough so the head of my cock goes inside him. His head falls to the bed and he groans, arching his back. My hands are shaking as I take a breath. I need to go slow. At least for this first time. I don't want to hurt him—badly. A little pain is good, but I don't want to fuck him up. I've wanted to tear his ass up since the first moment I saw him, but I don't want to actually tear his ass open.

But as I try to slide into him carefully, his hole greedily swallows me up and I'm hips to ass before I realize it. The rush of euphoria that rolls through my body at seeing him swallow my cock is fucking mind-blowing.

This can't be real, I think.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I mutter through shaky breath.

Justin pushes his ass into me. "You better hurry up and fuck me before I find someone else to do it."

I snap my head toward him, but he's not looking at me. This cocky fucker is trying to piss me off. Does he not realize I'm trying to go easy on him?

I pull my hand back and slap his ass. The loud crack echoes throughout the room. He cries out, an instant red mark on his ass.

"No one, and I mean no one, but me will ever be inside this ass, do you fucking hear me?" I thrust into him to add to my point, but all he does is groan this low sound that has my dick throbbing. "Answer me, or I'll give someone else this thick cock."

I swear I hear him growl in frustration, but maybe that's wishful thinking.

"Yes," he grits out.

Running my hand up his spine and scraping my nails back down, I say, "That's my good boy."

He mutters a fuck and buries his face in the mattress again. I take one more look over his body. The way he's bent over for me. The muscles in his back. His strong biceps. How deliciously plump his ass is. How I want to tattoo my handprint on it so I can see it there forever. I could do it. Keeping him out long enough to get it done is the tricky part.

Another whimper from Justin has me moving. I pull out and thrust back in. The sounds he makes are heavenly, more beautiful than anything I could ever imagine. When he starts grinding his ass against me, begging for me to go deeper, I almost lose it.

"This is a goddamn dream come true," I whisper, gripping onto his hips for more leverage.

"Harder. Fuck me harder," Justin begs.

He wants harder? I'll give him harder.

I keep one hand on his hip while the other goes to his shoulder. And then I fuck him, good and hard, just the way he asked.

The room fills with the slapping of our bodies. His moans. My moans. Heavy breathing. The sweet scent of our sweat is all I can smell, and I ache for him to come again. I'm close, and I want him to come with me.

I tug him up so his back is to my chest, and I find his cock leaking for me. I keep fucking him while jerking him off.

"Oh fuck yes! Right there. Fuck…" His words fuel me and all I focus on is him. Making him feel good. The way his body tenses beneath my palm. The way his cock stiffens.

"You going to come for me, baby?" I rasp in his ear. "I'm close."

"Yes! Fuck yes. Keep doing that. Just like that," he urges.

I keep the same motion of my hips and hand, and his eagerness has me unable to hold back my orgasm any longer.

"Gonna fill your ass with my cum," I say.

Justin's nails dig into my forearm, the small bite of pain sending me over the edge. I still inside him, my cock throbbing my release. I keep pumping him, his cock pulsing in my hand, spraying my sheets with his cum. He's loud, groaning out inaudible words. We're both panting, stuck together with sweat.

I bring my hand to his mouth. He grips my wrist and sucks my fingers clean, breathing heavily from his nose.

"Fuck," I mutter, leaning down to kiss his shoulder.

Carefully, I pull out of him and dispose of the condom in the bathroom trash and turn on the shower. Before I have to ask, he's in the bathroom with me, getting in. The way he's just assuming this was for us has me smiling. We shower quickly. I change the sheets. Then we get back into bed. He cuddles with me. Crawls over to me and rests his head on my shoulder and his palm on my chest. Justin's breathing slows within seconds and then he's sleeping. I watch him for a long time, still unable to believe he's finally mine. This is what I've been waiting for. With relief and happiness settling over me, I close my eyes and allow myself to sleep.

Only to regret it when I wake up.

Because he's gone.