Page 17 of Rough

“Shh…” Garret soothed.

He placed a finger to my lips and gently pushed. “Don’t beat yourself up. You’re doing great.”

“Really?” I felt like my entire life hung in the balance and I preyed on every word that dripped from Garret’s mouth. “I don’t want to let you down. I’m really trying here—”

Garret interrupted me by pressing his lips softly to mine. He parted my lips and tenderly pushed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me and running his hands through my hair.

I groaned and melted into his arms, positively responding to his wishes.

“You are very talented,” Garret praised.

He grazed his hands through my hair and moaned softly in my ear, driving me wild. My senses were ignited with erotica and pleasure.

We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Garret plucked a condom from a drawer beside the couch.

“Sheath it for me,” he said.

He raised his arms over his head, exposing his incredibly sexy body with his very erect cock pointing directly at me.

I did as I was told, unrolling the condom over his cock, covering it entirely. Garret grabbed me by the waist and gently hoisted me over the couch, positioning me so that I was dangling over the back of it, but not in a twisting or compromised position.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed with anticipation.

“Do you want lube?” he asked.

I paused.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Garret informed.

I didn’t know why I felt shame in admitting it, but I nodded. “Yes, I want lube, please.”

Garret took a bottle of lube from the same drawer as the condom.

“Rub it on my cock for me,” he instructed. He squirted a dollop into my open hand.

I gently stroked the lube on his cock. He groaned and his eyes rolled back in his head as he succumbed to the pleasure.

“You are a rock star,” he practically purred. “That feels so good.”

I fed off his energy, and my heart pounded with joyful adrenaline at his praise.

He lubed up two of his fingers. “I just want to get that tight little hole of yours ready,” he explained. “Let’s allow some time to get you nice and relaxed to receive me.”

I nodded, grateful that he gave me that option at all. I was used to being the top. As if reading my mind, he asked me something.

“Is this your first time as a bottom?”

I shook my head, apprehensive to admit it, but it was the truth. “No.”

“Good.” He seemed satisfied with my answer.

He pushed his two lubed fingers inside me. I gasped. It felt amazing. He wiggled his index and middle fingers around inside of me. I grunted and came instantly, gripping the side of the couch for support as I groaned through gritted teeth. The pleasure ravaged me when I was least expecting it.

“Very good boy,” Garret said. “Now you are nice and loosely relaxed. No pun intended.” He chuckled at his own wit.

“I—shouldn’t I clean up? I’m sorry I got all of my—” I pointed to the massive load of come I had sprayed onto the back of his couch.

---