Page 72 of Loving the Legend
Sex has never, ever felt like this. How does a person even learn how to fuck someone this well? Is it all instinct? Loads of experience?
I cling to him, relishing in the slide of our heated, sweaty bodies.
He swipes up the pre-cum glistening on the tip of my cock and sucks it into his mouth.
Why is that so hot?
I pull his neck down, wanting a taste of his tongue.
“I won’t last much longer,” he warns, nibbling on my lip.
He jerks me off as his cock continues to hit my prostate. I’m so close my balls draw up, and my hands lower down his back to massage the globes of his muscular ass, savoring the firmness.How’d I ever think I was straight?Corded muscles, Sid’s heady scent, large, strong hands stroking me, and a gorgeous thick and long cock rubbing my prostate is my body’s idea of nirvana. I suck on my finger and move it towards his hole.
“Okay?”
When he nods, I graze the pucker of his hole, using my saliva to massage the rim. I apply a little pressure to finger him deeper, barely penetrating the ring of muscle. It’s enough sensation to drive him wild. His eyes roll into the back of his head as his thrusts become wild and jerky.
“Mmm…argh…Ty,” he cries out. His abs contract as he fucks me deep and wild. Forehead pressed against mine, I swear his eyes are on fire as his hooded gaze bores into me, spreading a feverish heat everywhere. I love seeing him unfettered like this. His thrusts become slower, milking his release into the condom.
I whine when he pulls out, feeling empty. Too empty.
His chest heaves as he falls onto his elbows, planted on each side of my thighs, and catches his breath.
“I—fuck—mmm—I got you. One sec,” he pants. He takes another minute to catch his breath before placing kisses on my steel cock. He fingers me and then takes me into his mouth again, gagging as I hit the back of his throat.
“Sid,” I moan as my toes curl. I’m too close to last.
He sucks me down, and the delicious gurgling sounds send me over. “I’m about to come,” I warn.
He massages my balls as he pulls off my dick with a pop before swallowing me back down.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, arching up, pushing deeper into his mouth as my orgasm shoots down his throat.
Our panting breaths and racing hearts fill the room. He collapses on his back next to me.
If I never make a good decision again, I can revel in knowing that choosing Sid, the god of sex, to take my anal virginity is the best decision I ever made. I can’t believe I almost had my first time with someone else. Of course, it had to be him.
He turns to face me and throws an arm over my stomach. I’m nodding off when he whispers, “Baby, wake up. We should clean up.”
I smile inwardly. I love that he’s still calling me ‘baby’ after sex.
I remember Adam’s hygiene talk when he gave me the sex talk on New Year’s Eve.
“I’ll crawl,” I groan.
He chuckles. “We’ll hold each other up. Come on.”
Once in the bathroom, he dispenses with the condom. We climb into the shower and clean ourselves, too blissed for words. When I get out, I towel off and then pass Sid an extra toothbrush from the cabinet. We use my double sink to brush simultaneously. I coat the fresh scratches on his back withointment. My skin feels dry. I pump lotion into my hand, but he swipes it up and massages it into my skin. As he rubs the lotion onto my back, I turn my face and tilt my chin up to place a soft kiss on his lips.
He presses me against his chest and deepens the kiss. We pull apart, and I return the favor and massage lotion into his skin.
“Do you feel sore?” he asks.
I feel like I’ve been fucked, and I love it. I’m not sure if sore is the right word.
“Maybe a little,” I reply as we head back into the bedroom.
“Help yourself to anything in my drawers or closet.”
