Page 36 of Comforting the Grump

And therein lay the difference between the amateurs and the experts like Marnin. He prepped me efficiently but brought pleasure at the same time by teasing my prostate so I wasn’t getting impatient. When he rolled on the condom and lined up, I was more than ready for him.

I’d expected him to push in gradually, but he didn’t, sinking all the way inside me with one smooth thrust that made my eyes cross. It stung a little, but the friction was divine, and while he wasn’t the biggest I’d ever had, he had a good-sized dick and, above all, girth.

I liked being on my back when I got fucked, so I hadn’t really thought about it, but it meant we were facing each other. And boy, that was a whole new experience. Marnin was…intense. His eyes were fixed on me, dark with desire, as he sank into me.

“Marnin,” I whispered.

He held on to my hips. “Brace yourself.”

I did, fisting the sheets with both hands, but I still wasn’t prepared for the sheer force of his thrust that shoved me a good two inches backward.

“Goddammit, I said to brace yourself.”

Ah, there was the Marnin I knew, but strangely enough, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it was somehow arousing to see him lose control. I stretched my arms over my head instead and braced against the headboard. Not the most comfortable, and it left me feeling very vulnerable, but when Marnin pushed inside me again, I was prepared and able to hold my position.

He bent his head over me, his mouth an inch from my shoulder, as he set a rhythm so brutally fast it had me out of breath in no time. But he kept it up, and holy shit, I’d never experienced anything like it. Yes, the friction of his cock inside me sent my whole body into an overload of sensations I had no superlatives for, but somehow, the sight of Marnin losing himself was ten times more satisfying on a level much deeper than merely physical.

I’d told him to go to town, and he did. His whole body taut, he slammed into me with sharp, staccato slaps of skin against skin, with the occasional slick squelch. He never faltered, never broke rhythm, never so much as moved a muscle other than his hips, which snapped and snapped and snapped as he drove into me again and again and again.

It was art. Watching this man fuck was art. Almost a religious experience. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, not even when moans and little whimpers started falling from my lips. Jesus, Mary, and all the saints, this was what fucking was supposed to be like. I felt like I’d been having sex with minor league players the whole time and had now finally leveled up to the pros, the all-stars.

The man used me like I’d never been used, fucked me like I’d never been fucked, and did it with his whole focus on me. He drove me higher and higher and higher until my entire body exploded into utter bliss without ever touching myself. The man was an absolute sex god, and I never wanted to have sex with mere mortals ever again.

13

MARNIN

Watching Ennio fall apart on my cock was the most satisfying sight ever. I hadn’t realized how scared I’d been of not being able to perform, of malfunctioning, for lack of a better word, until his body convulsed as he came. Hands-free. He looked so blissed out right now, like a dirty version of one of Raphael’s angels, that I stopped chasing my own orgasm, which had been seconds away.

But he was too mesmerizing to ignore, his pale skin flushed, his lips swollen from our kisses, and his eyes dreamy. He was gorgeous in a way I’d never fully appreciated. I’d always known he was my type—as far as I had a type since I wasn’t exactly discriminatory when it came to my sexual partners—but I’d never witnessed him like this. And now that I had, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to see him again like before, with the proverbial innocent eyes of a man who didn’t know him in the most carnal way.

He let out a soft sigh and focused on me. A small frown appeared on his forehead. “Why’d you slow down?”

“Wanted to give you a little time to recover.”

A sexy smile spread across those luscious lips. “Thank you. That was quite the experience. Seriously, you fuck like a god.”

“Yeah?” Such a stupid thing to be pleased by, yet here we were.

“I’ve never been fucked with so much skill. You’re really, really good at this.”

“I should be, considering how much experience I have by now.”

He cupped my cheek in an unexpectedly tender way. “You know what I love about you?”

“That I fuck like a god?”

“That too, but you don’t apologize for who you are. You don’t pretend to be something or someone you’re not. You like sex, and you’re open about it, and I love that.”

“I love sex. Always have. I have a high sex drive, and I refuse to feel ashamed of that.”

“Nor should you. If it’s consensual between adults, why should it be anyone else’s business?”

I cocked my head as I studied him. It was a little strange to have this conversation while still balls deep inside him—though my need to come wasn’t as urgent as before. More intimate than I was used to, but maybe that was also because of the topic, yet it felt good. “I always pegged you as sexually adventurous as well.”

“I am by nature, but unfortunately, my circumstances in Forestville have hampered my sexual exploits. When the pickings are that slim, you can’t be choosy. But mediocre sex is still better than no sex.”

My arm muscles started protesting since I’d been pushing myself up the whole time. “Hang on. We need to swap.”

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