Page 33 of Down My Chimney

“Good?” I asked.

“Fuck,” he panted as my finger slid all the way in. “So good. Is this—is this what it always feels like?”

“No.” I shook my head. “It gets even better.”

I had to remind myself that it was his first time, force myself to go slow, no matter how much he urged me on. I wanted this to feel good for him—wanted him to feel safe with me. So I took my sweet time, waiting until he was moaning and sweating, my three fingers opening him up, before I finally asked him, “Ready?”

Blake looked up at me, his eyes lust-shot. “Please,” he whimpered.

My heart pounded as I lined my cock up at his hole, soft and inviting. This was my first time too, in a way—my first time topping.

All those times he’d fucked me, I’d taken for granted how good he made me feel, how he knew what I needed without me even having to ask. My hands shook.

“Henry,” Blake said, reaching up to stroke my cheek. “It’s okay.”

How did he keep reading my mind?

“What if I’m bad at it?” I asked. “What if I hurt you, or you don’t—”

“There’s no possible way I won’t like it.”

I laughed, a nervous, skittering sound. “Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, but if I accidentally tear a hole in your colon, you definitely will not like that.”

“Unless your dick has grown an extendable knife-tip that I don’t know about, I don’t think that’s going to happen.” Blake’s hand slid to the back of my neck, and he pulled me down for a kiss. “Has it occurred to you that I might be nervous too?”

“If you’re nervous, then maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Nervous doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

“You’re sure?”

He swallowed, and for a second, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Please, Henry. I need this.”

I nodded wordlessly, because I was afraid if I opened my mouth, I’d say something dangerous.I love you.The words crowded my tongue. But I wasn’t going to scare him away like that. Not when this was so perfect.

I brought the head of my cock into place. Blake took my left hand in his right, lacing our fingers together, and I pushed in.

It was…everything. Hot. Soft. Tight. So wet and slick, his hole sucking me in. His body gave way to mine, enveloping my cock, welcoming it inside.

His eyes went wide, and his lips sought mine. He moaned underneath me, making my heart stutter. His free hand grasped at my shoulder, urging me deeper.

It was overwhelming, the feeling of power I had. Not to hurt him, but to make him feel good. Knowing I could give him what he’d given me so many times. I realized, for the first time, just how sweet, how attentive, howcarefulhe’d always been with me. Always making sure I came first, always making sure everything was just right.

God, I loved him.

Blake sighed into our kiss when I bottomed out, his breath hot in my mouth. My tongue pushed forward, caressing his. I wanted to be inside him every way I could. Wanted to crawl into his heart and take up residence. Wanted to stay this connected forever.

It was Blake who pushed things forward, shifting his hips and urging me to push back against him. I kept my movements small and controlled, still a little afraid I was going to hurt him. But he begged for more, and before long, I was truly fucking him, my cock sliding in and out of his ass as he moaned into my ear.

“Come inside me.” He whispered it first, then commanded me, over and over. “Come inside me, Henry. Come inside me.”

God, I wanted to. But not until he’d come first. I sneaked a hand in between our bodies and stroked his cock. He groaned, loudly, but I didn’t stop, didn’t even pause. If we woke my parents up, we’d deal with it later. Nothing could stop me right now.

Blake was so hard, and I’d sucked him off enough to know exactly where he was most sensitive. My fingers curled around the head of his cock, stroking it as I pumped into his ass. I wanted him to know what it felt like to surrender to that pleasure, stimulation taking over his entire body, leaving him senseless.

“Henry, oh fuck, Henry, I’m so close. Fuck, that’s—fuck, yes, Henry, yes.”

Blake moaning my name was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard—right up until he came, shooting into my hand and whimpering wordlessly, andthatbecame the sweetest sound. That whine of pure need plucked a string inside me. Knowing I was the one who’d made him come undone made me shake.

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