Page 72 of Down My Chimney

It wasn’t long before I was asking for a second finger, then a third, then begging, “Fuck me, please, I’m ready.”

Blake gave the canister a sheepish look as he stroked Crisco onto his cock. “Maybe we should have told my dad to pick more of that up at the store. I don’t think we can let them bake with that anymore.”

“You might be right, but that is definitely atomorrowproblem,” I told him. “All we need to worry about right now aretonightproblems, like getting your dick in me.”

“Luckily, I think I’m uniquely qualified to help you out with that.”

“I should hope so. It’s your dick.”

“Yeah, but also, did I tell you I’m a business major? Once I get my dick in you, I can also give you a personalized, dick social media branding analysis, plus a dick market trends report, and projected quarterly dick earnings for the next three years.”

“Do any of those words even mean anything?”

“I have no idea,” he laughed. “Other than this part.” He brought the tip of his cock to my hole. “I’m pretty sure I remember what these words mean.”

“Should we try it and see?” I arched an eyebrow, then inhaled as he sank into me.

The inhale turned into a moan, which turned into a whine as Blake pushed deeper, all the way to the hilt. He kissed me, and I bit at his lip, waiting for my body to adjust to the intrusion. It felt good, butfuck, it really had been a while, and Blake was not small.

“Okay?” he whispered, rotating his hips back before pressing forward. He only moved half an inch, but it was enough to make me moan again.

“Very okay,” I said, breathing deeply. I could feel my ass relaxing around his cock. “Turns out, I remember what those words mean too.”

We moved together, our bodies remembering how to push and pull, how to cling and stroke and glide. In truth, they’d never forgotten. My body always knew Blake was the one for me. It was only when I got caught up in my own fears that I started to have doubts.

Blake gave me just what I needed, filling and stretching me with ease. He pumped into me, each thrust bringing me home to myself. With him inside me, I felt complete.

“Oh God, Blake,” I panted when he brought his hand to my cock. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, his brow shining with sweat. “I’ve missed that. I wanna see you come for me.”

He stroked me in time with his thrusts. Warmth pooled at the base of my spine. Every one of my nerve endings lit up as he moved inside me, and my whole body tightened, then released as I came, spilling into his hand and onto my stomach.

The look on his face was positively feral, and his thrusts grew more forceful and less controlled until he crushed his lips to mine, his cock throbbing deep inside me. I must have thought a thousand times tonight about how much I’d missed him, butthiswas what I’d missed more than anything. Blake giving me a piece of himself, making me whole.

I wrapped my arms around him when he finally stilled, the weight of his body on mine a comfort. I didn’t want to move. Didn’t care if our parents came home and found us like this. Didn’t care about anything other than him.

“I love you,” I whispered.

The words just slipped out. One second, they were in my head, and the next, they were out there in the world. My heart leapt into my throat, but I didn’t regret saying it. I loved Blake. And I wanted him to know that.

He didn’t respond, and at first, I wondered if I’d spoken so softly he hadn’t even heard. But then he lifted his head from where it had been buried in my neck. There were tears in his eyes.

“I love you too,” he said.

I shook my head. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” he asked, laughing quietly. “Tell you I love you? Tell myboyfriendI love him, right after he tells me the same thing? Tell the first person who’s ever said those words to me that I feel them back? Tell him he’s the first guy I’ve ever loved—theonlyguy? Is that what you want me not to do?”

“No,” I said, laughing and wiping at my eyes. “I meant don’t cry, because if you cry, then I’ll cry, and then we’ll both be messes.”

He kissed my cheek where a tear had fallen. “Pretty sure we already made a mess tonight. Several, in fact.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, but I look like a kitten having an allergy attack when I cry. It’s not very sexy.”

“First a koala, now a sneezy kitten? Are you kidding? That’s so hot.”

“It’s not, and you know it,” I said, jutting my chin out at him. “So get it together. Stop having feelings, or at the very least, stopshowingthem to me, or I’m gonna be red-eyed and stuffy-nosed for the rest of the night.”

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