Page 44 of False Start

“I, uh...” I’m almost woozy, looking down at my finger brushing against his hole. I don’t know how my finger is going to fit there, let alone my dick. “Are you sure?”

“You’re kidding, right? I always wanted it to be you.” My eyes snap to his face, the vulnerability enough to wreck me. “But I never thought it would actually come true.”

I lean down, stealing his lips and kissing him hard. The thought of anyone else being with him this way is almost too much for me to bear. “Mine,” I growl.

He laughs. “Easy, caveman. Do you have any lube?”

I nod my head, kissing his lips softly and grounding myself. My dick is more than ready, my heart too, if I’m honest, but I don’t want to hurt him. I want to make this good for him. “Tell me what to do.”

He doesn’t tease me or joke about me not knowing what I’m doing. He’s kind and patient as always. “Grab the lube and put some on your fingers. Get me ready for you.”

I nod, taking a deep shuddering breath and grabbing the lube from the table next to my bed. I do what he says, rubbing some between two fingers, trying to warm it up.

I watch in fascination as he parts his legs and then pulls them back, his hands under each knee, opening himself up for me. “Holy fuck.” I tremble, actually shake just from seeing his tight, pink hole on display for me.

“One finger. And then two,” he says, a smile on his lips. “I’ve played back there a little while jerking, so don’t worry.”

My cock jerks, just thinking about him playing with himself. “I need to see that sometime.”

He chuckles, but it turns into a groan when I circle his hole with one lubed finger, taking my time to explore and see whatmakes him feel good as I slowly push inside. He holds his legs for me, panting, his cock leaking onto his abs.

My dick is so hard, it hurts, but no way am I rushing this. I add another finger slowly, taking my time. It’s so hot and tight, I could come just from feeling this, which doesn’t bode well for my stamina if I make it inside him. But I know with Austin, there’ll be no judgment.

I work my fingers into him, stretching him, worried about hurting him. My cock is a hell of a lot bigger than two fingers, and I’m not ashamed to admit I’m terrified of hurting him.

Austin notices though, because of course he does. “Hey, look at me.” I do as he says, my breathing heavy and erratic. “You won’t hurt me, and if it’s too much, I know I can tell you and we’ll stop.”

“Immediately,” I say as a promise to him but also making him promise me in the same sense that he really will tell me and not try to push through.

He nods. “Promise.”

I breathe a little easier now.

“Now, get that dick inside me because if you keep this up, I’m going to come, and I want you to be inside me when I do.”

Okay, yeah. I want that. I scramble to pull my fingers free and then grab the lube, getting my dick nice and slick before positioning it at his hole. I lean forward and kiss him again, one hand resting over his heart, and I smile when I feel his is beating just as fast as mine.

I push into him slowly, and he grimaces. I don’t miss that, but he also looks blissed-out, like he needs more, so I give him just that. A little more, inch by inch, I make my way inside his body until my balls are resting against his ass.

“Yes,” he breathes, and I lean in to kiss him.

“Tell me when I can move.” It’s indescribable, the heat and the tight squeeze around my hard shaft. It makes my visionblurry, and I swear for a moment, I might pass out from the sheer pleasure of it, but I try my best to stay still. To fight every instinct to thrust into him over and over again.

“Move. Just go slow,” he says, nearly breathless.

I do as he says, pulling back and then pushing into him ever so slowly, making us both grunt and groan. We move together, but when he drops his hands from his knees and wraps his arms around my back, his mouth finds my ear. “Harder. It’s okay. It’s good. So damn good. I want more.”

That’s all I need to hear. I hold his legs apart now, pounding into him over and over, shifting my hips until he cries out, his nails clawing at my shoulders as he kisses over my neck and chest.

“There. Yes. Do that again.”

I nail his prostate over and over again, that familiar tingle trailing down my spine and into my balls. “I’m close. Too close.”

He understands what I’m saying, and I feel his hand move between our bodies, jerking himself off between us as I pound into him. He’s the first to go over but only beats me by a second.

My face goes to his neck as I muffle the sharp cry, unleashing inside him. I pump into him, spilling my cum deep inside, and revel in the sticky splash of his cum on our stomachs.

It takes everything in me not to collapse onto him with my full weight when we start to come down from the high. But when he laughs, I lift my head and look at him, trying to figure out what’s so funny. My cock is still inside him, and the ripple of his laughing sends aftershocks through me.

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