Chapter Twenty-Five

Theo

Knight in Shining Armor: I miss you.

My smile feels like it's trying to inhale my whole face when I look at the text from Perry. We haven't even been apart twelve hours and he misses me, which I guess is a good thing because I basically missed him from the moment he got out of the car.

I have no idea if loving someone is like that for everyone, but it's all-consuming for me.

Me: I miss you too.

Knight in Shining Armor: Do you want to stay at my house tonight? I get off at eleven, so not too late. Then you'll already be there for our study session tomorrow. I mean…it makes sense just to sleep over.

The flutter in my chest grows, like hummingbird wings, making me fly higher and higher.

Me: I think that could be arranged. But only if you're willing to do something for me…

Knight in Shining Armor: What is it?

My fingers linger over the screen. I turn my head and look over my shoulder as if someone could've sneaked into my room without me seeing and is watching me. I don't know why this is embarrassing for me to ask. It's Perry. I've never trusted anyone more. There's no doubt in my mind that I want him to do this to me, but typing it out is…well, not something I ever saw myself doing.

Knight in Shining Armor: Yes.

Me: I didn't tell you yet.

Knight in Shining Armor: You don't have to. Still yes.

My heart melts. It's like he stepped right out of the romance novels my mom reads.

Me: Fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Tonight.

I add the last word because we've talked about it before, so I want to emphasize that I mean ASAP.

Knight in Shining Armor: Jesus, Puppy. You're gonna give me a boner in the middle of Shenanigans. I can't wait to be inside you.

I hope he'll feel the same when he discovers he's already inside me—not in the way he's thinking, but deep down in the marrow of my bones.

Me: I can't wait either. See you tonight.

I shift inthe seat of my car as I wait outside Perry's house. My butt is already feeling some different sensations, and we haven't even gotten to the sex yet. Hell, I haven't even seen him yet.

Lights come around the corner, making shadows dance in front of me until Perry pulls into the driveway and turns off the car. I get out of my car and head over. The second I reach him, he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my throat. "Hey."

"I cleaned out my ass," tumbles from my mouth, and not for the first time, I wish I had some kind of filter on the stupid thing. Why do I always say the most ridiculous stuff?

Perry pulls back slightly, looking at me, the corners of his mouth curled up. "Okay…thank you for telling me…?"

I drop my forehead to his pec, bang it there gently. "Why am I like this?"

"I adore the way you are. Please don't change."

Oh. Well, that's nice and gets me all tingly inside. "I just wanted to be sure. I know you didn't last time, but you know your body better than I do mine when it comes to stuff like that. And it was fine, obviously, but I just wanted to be sure. I stole an unopened douche box from under Jack's sink in his bathroom. Hopefully he doesn't need it." Why am I still talking about this? "I'm going to shut up now."

Perry chuckles, hooks his finger beneath my chin, and angles my head so I'm looking at him. "You don't ever have to shut up with me. I take it that was a first for you?"

"Yeah. It was…different. I definitely like your fingers better."

He groans and rubs his groin against me. The hard ridge of his erection makes blood start flowing directly to mine. "You're gonna kill me. I swear. Come on. Let's go inside before I get us arrested for indecent exposure."

He takes my hand, and I have to admit, I love the feel of our palms pressing together.

Perry leads me inside. I'm thankful that Ty and Brax aren't in the living room, and not for the first time, thankful that they're on the opposite side of the house.

"Do you need anything?" Perry asks, and I shake my head, unable to form words right now.

We go to his room. He lets go of my hand to turn on the lamp, before taking off his shoes, then his T-shirt, and tossing it to the chair.

"If you change your mind or you don't like it, tell me and we'll stop. You don't have to do this if you don't want."

"I want," I blurt out. "I'm…curious."

"I'll make it good for you." Perry cups my face and presses his lips to mine. The kiss starts out slow, like he's testing the waters, but then his tongue is hungrily pushing into my mouth, possessing me, making me crave him more and more while I let him devour me.

My cock is totally in the game already, hard and throbbing as I wrap my arms around him and let Perry do with me what he wants.

He lowers his arms, shoves his hands down the back of my track pants, palming my ass. The tip of a finger teases my crease, not pushing inside but just tracing it up and down, making my toes curl.

"I can't believe you're giving me your ass. That I'll be the only guy who's ever been inside you."

My annoying legs nearly give out. Perry's sex talk is on point.

"Hurry," I beg, my voice wobbly.

Perry pulls my shirt off while I step out of my shoes. Seconds later, we're both shoving at each other's pants and underwear like we're participating in a competition with other couples over which one can get naked first. We would totally win.

His cock bobs against his stomach, and I lick my lips, nerves making me blink too fast while I look at it. I love tasting it, want to have him in my mouth, and my ass—though the thought of his dick in my ass is a little scary.

"You good?" Perry asks.

"Yeah, just thinking about where that's going to be."

He chuckles. "I'll go slow and use lots of lube. Like I said, if you want me to stop, I will. But for now, get on the bed with that pretty ass in the air so I can eat it."

My cock jerks. I mean, I'm not saying no to that.

I do as Perry says, maneuvering myself to my hands and knees.

"Open your legs a little more," he says, tossing the lube and a condom to the mattress, then getting behind me.

Perry leans forward, grabbing my cock and angling it down, before his tongue licks a wet stripe from my tip to my balls. He kisses my nuts, one, then the other, sucks them and lets his tongue keep going. My legs are already shaking, my hole clenching with nerves. The second his tongue takes its first swipe at my rim, all the tension seeps out of me. "More," I let spill from my lips.

"Somebody loves their tight little hole licked and played with. My fucking pleasure."

Perry flicks his tongue against me, over and over and over again. Each time he does, pleasure shoots through my body, ramping up, higher and higher.

I push back against him, feel his slight stubble against my ass cheeks. Hear the sounds he makes as he mumbles how good I taste and, "Best hole I've ever had."

I want that, to be the best. To be the only one Perry ever has from here on out.

He spits on his hand, stroking me while softening me up. His tongue presses in while I relax, trying to let myself open up for him.

"Finger…give me one of your fingers."

"You need me in you, Puppy?" he asks, and God, I nearly melt.

"Yes. So much."

"I need it too."

He doesn't use lube, which makes me think his mouth isn't done with me yet.

"Suck it." Perry leans over me, and I take his finger into my mouth the way I would do with his cock, getting it nice and wet for me. "You love giving me your body, letting me show you how much I need you."

"Yes. God yes."

The simple touch of his fingertip circling my rim nearly shoots me to the moon, makes my whole body jittery and pulse with desire for him.

Perry pushes it inside slowly, and like always, there's the initial discomfort, the foreignness of something going inside. I tighten up on reflex. But when he eases partway out, then pushes back in again, using his other hand to stroke my cock, my body begins to loosen again, muscles going lax.

"Look at how well you take my finger. You want it, don't you?"

"Yes." I drop my head forward, bow my back and push against him. "So much."

"I love feeling you all hot and tight around me, seeing your tight little hole suck me in, knowing it's all mine. That I'm the only person who's seen you like this, who gets to make you come undone this way."

His words are a tornado inside my head, but not in a bad way. They just pick up steam, get stronger and stronger, twisting and turning inside me and making me feel like I really am Perry's. That he's mine too.

He rubs his finger against my prostate, making me cry out for more, and then his tongue joins in as Perry alternates between finger-fucking me and licking me until I'm a leaking, needy mess, pleas for more falling from my lips.

"You're so fucking hot." Perry lets go of my dick to grab the lube. He pulls out, and I immediately feel empty, but then he's lubing his fingers and working two inside. He kisses my ass, strokes my cock, working me through the initial discomfort. "Look at you, opening up for me. Jesus, Puppy. I feel so fucking lucky to have you. You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"I'm the one who's lucky." I push back against him, fuck myself on his fingers, body tingling and needy for more. Two become three, and I can't pretend there's not an adjustment period, but Perry's soothing words and gentle touches are all I need to relax and lose myself to the pleasure that quickly comes.

"Are you ready for me? I feel like I'm gonna die if I don't get inside you soon."

"Fuck yes. Me too."

Perry pulls out of me, and I have to bite back a groan. He rips open the condom with his teeth, rolls it down, and slicks himself up. "Hey, why don't I get on my back so you can ride me? That way you can control how much of me you take and when." I look back at him, unsure, but the confident smile he gives me, the care I see in his eyes that says he would do anything to make sure this is good for me, wipes all the tension away.

"Okay. That sounds like a good idea."

I scoot over so Perry can lie on his back. He grabs my hip and pulls me closer, until I throw one leg over his body and straddle him.

"Let me lube you up a little more." He slicks his fingers and pushes two of them back inside me, spreading it liberally. "Sit up just a little, there we go." He holds the base of his cock, rubbing the head against my hole. "You take me as slow as you want, okay? And I want you to push out a little, like you're…well, you know…"

"Really?" My face heats.

"Yes. It'll help open you up. Trust me. I got you, Puppy."

The thing is, I know he does. That he would never put me in an uncomfortable situation. That he will always do what's best for me. That he's honest and loyal and so fucking perfect that I don't ever want to let him go. "Okay. I'm ready."

I position myself better, then start to push back. Perry's got his feet flat on the mattress, knees up, keeping me where I need to be.

There's more pressure, more burning than before, but I want this, want him, so I keep going. I trust Perry that it will eventually feel good.

When his crown pushes inside me, I tense up for a moment, try to adjust to the feel of him.

"You good?" he asks, voice filled with concern.

"Uh-huh. I needed a second. I want more of you, though." I want all of him.

Perry rubs my thigh, my chest, my stomach with one hand, and wraps the other around my slightly softening dick. He pumps his hand, jerking me, rubs his thumb over my slit.

"I don't know what you're doing to me…can't put into words the way you make me feel. You're in my head all the damn time, my sexy Theo. Look at you, giving yourself to me."

My body relaxes, need kicking in, and I lower myself more, take him, need him, the pain already melting into pleasure as his dick makes a home in my ass.

The second all of him is inside me, when I feel his groin against my ass, I let out a deep breath…and need more.

I lean forward, pull off some, and push back down. His dick rubs my prostate, and my body turns to jelly.

"God yes." Again and again and again, I fuck myself on Perry. His hands move to my ass, holding me while I take my pleasure from him, feel his hips jerk forward as he meets me halfway, filling me and taking what he needs from me too.

And it's incredible.

I ride him like it's all I've ever wanted, like it's all I'll ever want for the rest of my life—being like this with Perry. My hands grip the headboard for leverage. Every time his dick moves inside me, I take him harder, faster. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. Blood rushes through my ears. My dick has never been so hard, precum leaking down my shaft and all over Perry's stomach.

"That's it. Take what you need. I knew you'd have a hungry hole. Fuck yourself on me," Perry urges me on, blunt nails digging into my ass cheeks. "Your hole is so tight, so fucking good."

The headboard bangs against the wall, but I don't stop, just lean down and take Perry's mouth, still fucking myself on his thick erection.

It's a sloppy kiss, tongues messy. My head hits the headboard, and we laugh, then kiss and fuck, touching all over each other. Sex with Perry is my favorite thing—feeling him inside me, his hot, hard length throbbing and thrusting, stretching me just right. It all goes to my head—both of them—balls full and tight, thoughts on nothing but him as I feel my orgasm bearing down on me.

"Fuck, Theo…I'm gonna come. Wish I were bare. Wish I could fill you with my cum. You'd like that…fuck, I know you'd like that." He grits his teeth like he's trying to hold back, so I push down on him harder, faster, needing Perry to bust before I do.

"Theo!" he calls out my name, arches off the bed, dick twitching and flexing inside me. That's all it takes for me to lose myself to it too, for the room to spin and my body to shatter apart, cum erupting from me and spurting all over his stomach and chest.

I fall down on top of him, unable to move, unsure if I'm even breathing.

"That was so fucking good." He peppers my face, my throat, my shoulder with kisses.

"I really, really like to be fucked," I say breathlessly.

Perry chuckles and rolls me off him. I'm dead weight, and I can't do anything to change that. He takes the condom off and tosses it, before using his shirt to wipe my cum off him, then my groin. Maybe that should be gross, but it's totally not. It's hot as fuck.

Perry hits the light and climbs back into bed with me.

I mean to thank him, to tell him I love him, all sorts of thoughts race through my head, but I can't catch any of them. Instead, I drift off to sleep.