Page 17 of Heartstrings & Hijinks

He smirked. “That’s a good boy.”

He slipped his fingers under the waistband of the violet lace and tugged them off. Once he had them in his hands, he lifted them to his face and sniffed.

I whimpered. “Please.”

I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for. His cock inside me to start, but also please keep me. Please don’t let this be a one-time thing.

Gregory set the underwear aside and grabbed the lube. Once he had a sufficient amount on his fingers, he pressed them against my hole. I wanted to watch, but the sensation was too much. My cock too hard. If I got any more turned on, I was going to blow.

I lay my head back on the bed and let him work me open. His long fingers invaded my body, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Every so often he’d graze over my gland.

Then he was pulling his fingers out and settling the tip of his cock to my hole. He kept his gaze on me as he pushed forward. He fit like a key into a lock, opening my body up to pleasures I’d never known before.

“Argnh, more, Gregory! More!” I thrashed against the bed, my hips bucking, trying to pull him in deeper. Gregory’s hands went to my hips, and he kept to an agonizingly slow pace.

“Such a good boy taking my cock. Your hole looks so pretty stretched around me. Maybe we should get a mirror back here so you can see it too.”

“Yes!” I’d agree to anything at this moment if it meant he fucked me harder.

Then he did.

He slammed into me, stretching my hole to its limits.

His rhythm became more frenzied and powerful, gone were the slow torturous movements. I’d broken the carefully crafted control of Gregory. His grunts grew louder with each thrust deep into my body.

“Fuck, you take me so good, baby. Your body is mine. Made only for me.”

“Fuck yes!”

“I’m going to come, Evan. Paint that pretty hole of yours with my cum.”

Words escaped me as my release drew nearer. Between his words and his cock inside me, I lost control a long time ago.

With one last thrust, he stiffened and warm cum filled my channel. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed between us, and my release followed soon after.

Gregory collapsed onto my chest, keeping the bulk of his weight off me with shaky arms. His heart pounded against mine.

“Fuck, Evan. You are incredible. The only thing missing was some lace. Maybe some clamps on these perky nipples of yours.”

My spent cock twitched at that. “Next time,” I said.

Gregory smiled, his whole face lighting up. “I like the sound of that.”

Chapter 10

Gregory

There had never been a time in my life when I was this happy. I was sure of it. Perhaps when I was a child and things were simpler, or when I was in high school and didn’t think too hard about things. But in my adult life, this was definitely the best time.

My business was doing well. I felt comfortable where I was. Sure, there was always new corporate nonsense to deal with, decisions to make, and yada yada, but in my personal life? Absolute perfection. The only annoyance came on the days when Evaninsisted that he had overstayed his welcome at my home and went to his apartment. Sometimes he went for a few hours, but other times he would stay a whole night there. Those nights were agonizing.

At first, I thought perhaps he needed space, and maybe that was true. Then I thought perhaps I was doing something to make him feel unwelcome in my home. So, I started including him in decisions about the house. I needed a new roof—let’s get some quotes. What did he think about replacing the faucet in the sink with a different model? What color hanging baskets should we put on the porch? That sort of thing.

He enjoyed all of it but still kept me at arm’s length. It was early in our relationship, and I was a patient man. I was playing the long game here.

A knock sounded at my office door, and I just shouted, “Come in,” not bothering to look who it was. It was rare that I kept my office door closed, but I had been on a phone call earlier.

I grinned when I saw it was Evan. He had his laptop held tight against his chest.

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