Page 104 of Unexpected Boyfriends

“I want to see your face while I’m inside you,” he explains, gently.

When I lie on my back, he slips a pillow under my hips and places my feet down flat on the bed. I hear the lube bottle open, and a moment later he presses a lubed finger against my hole. I suck in a breath, but then will myself to relax, as he slowly presses inside. There’s barely any burn, because I’ve already been slightly used this morning, and my body readily accommodates the invasion. He fucks me with his finger and I moan, pressing down. I can never get enough of this. And I want more.

Axel adds more lube and easily works a second finger in. Again my body accepts him, and this time when he finger-fucks me, he hits my prostate, making me cry out. It’s wonderful, but more, I need more. I want his dick, and I want it inside me now.

“Please,” I grind out between clenched teeth. Sweat is forming on my forehead.

Axel goes for a third finger, and oh, that’s a real stretch, but he takes it slowly and we get there. But almost immediately he withdraws his fingers completely. The empty feeling inside makes me whimper.

There’s the crinkle of a condom wrapper opening, and a moment later, Axel hitches one of my legs up over his shoulder, lines up his lubed and sheathed cock with my hole, and gently presses in.

“Breathe,” he coaches me.

As I breath out, I relax and he pushes in slowly. He maintains the gentle pressure and as my body relaxes to accept him, slides in all the way. Then he stills, giving me time to accommodate to the sensation of fullness.

“Are you okay?” Axel asks me, looking me right in the eyes.

“Yes,” I gasp.

He rocks his hips a little, thrusting gently. “This okay?” he checks, eyes never leaving mine.

“So good,” I assure him, though it’s a strain to get the words out.

After that, he starts to fuck me in earnest, thrusting all the way in and almost all the way out, never taking his eyes off my face and watching for the slightest sign it’s too much. But it isn’t. I want this. I want him. And I want him to fuck me hard. I think we've earned this.

“More,” I plead.

Axel thrusts faster and harder. Perspiration runs down the side of his face and he grunts as he pushes into me. I feel his balls hitting my ass and hear the slap of skin on skin, as he fucks me hard until I almost can’t take any more. He groans and his rhythm stutters and he stills as he spills his seed inside me.

The world stands still for a moment, silent except for our gasping breaths. Then Axel leans forward and kisses my mouth.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my lips.

I must have fallen asleep, because some time later when I open my eyes, the sun has made its way across the room, and the light is blinding. Soft snores beside me in the bed remind me of what we’ve done.

I lie still, checking in with myself, and apart from a sore ass – or maybe including that - I’m feeling amazing. No doubts, no regrets. I feel good about my body. I feel happy about what we’ve done. And I feel full of love for the man beside me. I lie there smiling happily until I need to get up to go to the bathroom.

I ease out of bed, wincing slightly as my body reminds me it’s been delightfully used. Grabbing a towel off the back of the chair, and wrapping it around me, I wander out in bare feet. There’s a wetness between my ass cheeks and for some reason that just makes me feel happy.

On my way back to the bedroom, I glance towards the living room. Axel’s mother is standing there. We look at each other. She doesn’t say anything.

I’m not afraid, and I’m not ashamed. I’m not even angry anymore.

I turn and enter the bedroom, where I rejoin Axel in his bed.

EPILOGUE

6 months later

JUSTIN

Even six months later, there are good days and bad days, but the good days far, far outnumber the bad ones.

On a bad day, it’s a struggle to get out of bed.

Axel asks me, “What do you need?”

I always tell him when it’s a bad day, because although I hate to be a burden, I know that my bad days affect him as well.

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