27. Arit

Chapter twenty-seven

Arit

I f Nixon doesn’t get his cock inside me, I swear I’m going to combust. I’ve never felt need like this, this all-encompassing thing that’s pulsing through my body, warming my groin, and tightening my balls. My cock is throbbing in time with my heartbeat, my actual heartbeat, because I have a heart and blood that’s pounding in my ears and demanding I do something about the fire between my legs.

My hole feels absolutely destroyed, wet and loose from Nixon’s demanding mouth, but I also feel so insanely empty it’s like my insides are hollow and need to be filled, and only Nixon has the key to my door. I reach for him again, needing more of something—him, his body on mine, his tongue in my ass—but he only swats me away with a grunted laugh.

“I’ll never be able to get my cock in you if you keep grabbing at me like that. I need to find some lube.”

And in my stress-induced state, I actually send up a prayer to the universe for a bottle of lube to magically appear on our bedside table.

“Ah ha! Thank the Cosmos!” Nixon slams a drawer shut in the bathroom and quickly scrambles back to the bed, his flushed cock bobbing proudly between his legs. I’m too caught up in need and all the new sensations running through me to do much for him at the moment, but hopefully as I become accustomed to regular sex, I’ll be able to control myself a bit more and pleasure him the way he’s doing for me.

“Hurry, it aches,” I manage and reach for my cock just as Nixon gets the stupid safety seal open on the bottle. I give myself a rough squeeze, attempting to dull the incessant roar of my cock, but only seconds later, a cool dribble of liquid slithers down my cock.

“Stroke yourself while I get you ready,” Nixon demands, and the bark in his tone has my cock bucking even harder. I may actually whimper as I go to town on my cock.

Nixon dribbles a generous amount of lube down my taint and his fingers are immediately there, already slick, probing my hole to see if I’m still open. He grunts in satisfaction but diligently stretches me even more, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on my stroking hand. I wish he was the one stroking me, but I know he’s trying to make sure I’m ready for my first time.

But suddenly, his other hand joins mine and he nudges me out of the way. “You only need to tell me what you want. I’d do anything for you to feel good. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

I reach for him, grateful for our mental connection, and I project an image of his cock sliding inside me. Nixon grunts again, and I’m distantly pleased I’ve reduced him to his baser needs so all he can manage is a grunt. But that thought passes as quickly as it came because Nixon is already lubing his cock, gritting his teeth as he squeezes the base to keep from coming too soon.

“I don’t have any condoms, but I was tested after my last relationship ended. Are you sure you want to do this bare?”

I growl at him, a primal threat of warning that if he doesn’t get his stupid, perfect cock inside me this second, I’m going to pounce on him and impale myself. Nixon only narrows his eyes, his own rumble of need making him advance on my threat.

His fingers are gone from my ass in my next breath, and my eyes widen at the loss only to widen even more as he suddenly lines up his cock, looks me dead in the eye, and pushes inside like he owns me. The sting of his invasion is minimal, but I still suck in a breath, overcome by literally everything; the way he fills me, the ache in my ass, the throbbing in my cock, the weight of him on top of me, the pain of being human. I’m stunned into silence by this man.

Nixon lifts his torso immediately, searching my eyes to see what’s wrong. But there is absolutely nothing wrong in this moment. Everything is so completely right it brings tears to my eyes.

“Okay?” he asks, still thoughtful and considerate of my needs despite being totally blissed out. He shifts slightly and the move eases some tension I didn’t know I was holding.

“Beyond okay. So far beyond okay.”

Then he wipes my tears with his thumb, presses a kiss to my lips, and begins a slow rhythm that hurts just as much as it feels divine. I hook my legs around his ass, urging him not to treat me like a paper doll, and after a few more careful and measured thrusts, Nixon picks up speed, and I’m lost to oblivion. Bombarded on every front, I’m never going to last. I know Nixon isn’t going to care and will likely blow just as quickly as I will, but I still do my best to please him, to stroke his back and sides and ass, to show him how much this moment means to me.

I pull his head down for a quick but dirty kiss, and he shifts his weight to accommodate, only the new angle of entry nails a spark inside me, and I shout out his name as he does it again and again and again. My beautiful, sexy, demanding man is going to tear me apart and put me back together again.

Panting, I call out, “I’m going to come. Please, it feels too good. I’m dying. I need… I need. You. Fuck. Now!”

And Nixon takes me home—wrapping his hand around my cock, he strokes me in time with his thrusts, calling out my name and telling me how perfect I am, how amazing I feel, and how much he loves me. I come first, the tingling in my balls coalescing into something truly out of this world, and I shoot my load all over our abs, babbling nonsense and clutching Nixon as close as I can get him.

Nixon follows only seconds later, holding himself deep and still as his cock spews and spurts inside me, a sensation I know I’ll beg him to feel every day of my life. He’s panting and sweaty and smells like heaven, like sex and love and home. Like everything that was missing in my life.

Out of all the memories I have accumulated from my time on earth, there is no question that everything about tonight is my favorite.

When Nixon finally withdraws, searching my face to see how I’m doing, I let him see my tears, my smile, and I pull him close. “I’m perfect, Nix. I’m so fucking perfect, with you.”

He holds me while I cry, telling me how happy I make him, and how he can’t wait to share a life together.

When I finally wrangle my tears into submission, I take Nixon’s hand and pull him outside, and together we run straight into the warm ocean waves. I hoist him into my arms, loving the sound of his laughter, and when I bring him back to me, waves frothing at our waists, I lean in and taste the salt on his skin.

For the first time in my long life, I’m not sure what tomorrow will hold. But with Nixon at my side, I’m finally free to find out. And I can’t wait.