Page 84 of Eternal Hoptimist

My neglected cock throbbed at his praise. I lived for the quick brushes of his arm against it as he stretched me for whatever plug he’d chosen. By the time we had three fingers in each other, sweat rolled down Ethan's spine. I raised onto an elbow to lick it off but couldn’t reach. Being denied made it hotter.

Pleasuring each other with him in charge was one of the hottest experiences in my life. We were so in tune with each other’s bodies—no one’s touch had ever sent me soaring higher.Inever thought I could have this with another person.

When Ethan’s pinkie gently pressed against my rim, stretching the already taut skin, a stuttered groan escaped me. It took me several long moments before I remembered to copy him. He squeezed the tip of his pinkie inside, giving me flashes of Ethan working four full fingers into me someday. Maybe sliding a dildo next to his cock after training me with bigger and bigger plugs. We could do whatever we wanted because we loved each other, and the future promised so much.

Ethan pulled his fingers out before I could tease him with my pinky, and I whimpered at the loss. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my kneecap as I watched his hole expand and contract at the loss of my fingers.

“Don’t worry. You won’t be empty for long.” I hadn’t noticed which toy he’d selected to fill me with, but judging by the resistance, I knew he’d picked one of the bigger ones we’d added to my collection over the past month.

Ethan fucked himself with a toy once while he had me restrained and forced to watch, but I wasn’t sure how long it’d been since he’d taken a cock my size. No one with me could claim to be a size queen, but it sure as hell wasn’t a pinky. To make sure he was ready, and to distract myself from how fucking good it felt as he teased my hole, pushing the plug halfway in, then back out again, I worked my fingers back inside him.

He ground his hips in a circle, fucking my fingers as he worked the plug all the way inside of me. I hissed at the stretch but knew it’d be worth it once he rode me. I settled when he got the plug fully seated. Hard as a rock and ready to be used.

He slid a condom on me, then flipped around and sat so my cock nestled between his ass cheeks. He grabbed my hair with his clean hand, angled my head to how he wanted it, and kissed me until I forgot my name. All while working my dick between his cheeks, letting my cockhead catch on his hole.

“You opened me so well for you. Got me ready to take your cock. Feel how hard my cock is? You did that.”

I melted under his praise.

“How do you feel, baby?”

“So good.” I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Now you’re gonna make me come. Ready? You can touch my hips, but that’s it.”

I nodded eagerly and watched the man I loved reach back and grip me. The pressure in my ass and his grip on my dick sent me rushing toward orgasm embarrassingly quickly.

“You’re not going to come until I do. You want me to use you to feel good? That means I’m coming first.” He spoke evenly, slowly, assuredly. No room for argument.

“Please,” I begged as he sank back on my cock. We both groaned in relief. Ethan undulated his hips, barely lifting off me. The minimal friction was the last thing on my mind because all I could see was how his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth fell open.

He moved like he was trying to reach every part inside him with my cock—marking himself with my body. I gripped his hips hard enough to leave a white ring around the indentation of each fingertip. I couldn’t wait to kiss the marks later.

“Mm. Letting me use your perfect cock.” He sped up—lifting and slamming with more force.

After exchanging I love yous, I’d expected an evening of slow and tender lovemaking. But as he worked his compact body on mine, driving us both wild with pleasure, I realized that wasn’t the only way to show love through sex. We showed it by wringing each other out while fucking, then snuggling after.

To keep myself from coming, I tracked a bead of sweat rolling down his neck, then his clavicle, moving to his chest.

He leaned forward and pressed his chest to my mouth. “Lick it off.”

I moaned as the salty tang hit my tongue.

“You’re so perfect, Parker. Perfect, dirty Parker.”

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on being in him, under him, loved by him. He grabbed one of my hands off his hip and wrapped it around his dick. Keeping his hand over mine, he forced me to stroke him exactly how he wanted.

Ethan hissed. “Don’t stop. Plant your feet. Yeah. Like that.” He leaned back against my thighs and shifted his legs forward into a squat. He cried out at the new angle.

I wasso deep. The way he opened to me was mesmerizing. His hole swallowed my dick over and over and over again. I stared and gripped his hip tighter.

“Go ahead,” he said, reading the desire on my face.

I pressed the fingers of my free hand against his taint to add more stimulation.

“Oh god, yes, right there. Fuck. Press harder.Yes!”

He pressed both palms on the bed behind him, stabilizing his body as he lifted himself off me as much as the position allowed. I stroked and pressed in time with his thrusts until his eyes squeezed closed and cum shot in an arc, landing on my chest.

---