Page 15 of Asher's Answer
“Fuck me,” I mutter, because this is the first time I’ve seen him shirtless. I’ve felt those abs beneath my fingers. I’ve even lifted his shirts before to lick at them. But putting the whole picture together is breathtaking. “You’re the hottest man ever.” My cock drips in agreement.
He preens for a moment, then hooks his fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pushes them and his jeans to the ground. His cock is glorious, as it has been the last couple of times I’ve glimpsed it. It’s thick but not insanely long, veiny and purpled at the head. A bead of pearly precum gathers at the tip as I eye it, and I lick my lips.
Charlie groans. “Baby, that’s cruel.”
“What’s cruel is you still standing there instead of getting back over here and fucking me with that monster of yours.”
I’ve jerked him off a couple of times now, but I haven’t really gotten to take him in, and I can’t stop looking. Can’t stop imagining what he tastes like. What he’s going to feel like inside me. He’s definitely bigger than either of the two men I’ve been with before, and that’s slightly daunting.
“Hey,” Charlie crawls back over the bed until we’re face to face again. Concern has his eyebrows pulling together. “Where’d you go just now?”
I want to laugh it off, but our first rule is honesty, so I reach for his cock and spread some of his precum over his length, slowly stroking him as I confess, “I’ve only been with two other guys…” I’m only twenty-two and not an extrovert, so I’m sure this doesn’t come as a huge shock to him. He nods. “And you’re, uh, bigger than either of them were.”
Instead of grinning or laughing or acting like he’s won some sort of competition, Charlie gives me a soft smile full of understanding. He scooches in closer, gently rocking his hips towards mine until our cocks brush against each other andfuck, that feels good. “If you’re not comfortable, baby, we can stop any time, okay? We can just do this,” he has the lube in his hand and pops the cap with his thumb, drizzling a little of the liquid down between us and I catch it with my palm and spread it over our connecting erections, “instead.”
Holy fuck.
How the hell does this feel so good?
I give into the sensations for a moment, rocking up to meet him, squeezing both our shafts together, groaning as electricity seems to zap through my veins. Then I come back to the conversation. “I want…” I say, as though that’s actually going to explain anything. But the pleasure is making it difficult for the words to come out. I try again. “I want you to fuck me. I really, really do.” I swallow. “Can we just…take it slow?”
There’s a part of me that wants to say ‘screw that’ and go fast, demanding that he take me hard and rough so I can feel him for days, but I’m smart enough to know that, at least for our first time, I’d regret it.
“Of course, baby.” I get the feeling that he had no intentions to do otherwise anyway.
Charlie brings our mouths together in a sweet, sensual kiss and before long I’m spreading my legs and guiding his fingers to my hole. Then there’s lube, and he’s teasing the rim slowly, pushing the pad of his finger in and out maddeningly, and I break the kiss to both praise and complain, “Oh my God, Charlie…”
He turns prep -which has only ever been a perfunctory, mandatory thing in my previous relationships- into exquisite foreplay. There’s a fuckton of lube used, but soon I’m writhing on three thick digits and arching off the bed as he hooks his fingers and brushes my prostate again and again until I’m certain I’m going to come without even touching my cock. I’m babbling and begging and swear that he’s edging me, until the crinkle of the foil condom wrapper has me sighing in bliss because -fucking finally-my Daddy is going to fuck me into the mattress.
He takes his time, rocking into me slowly, his lubed hand working my cock to distract me from the initial discomfort and burn of the intrusion. And, yeah, he’s bigger than I’ve had before but, after he bottoms out and I breathe for a moment, I love the full feeling of him inside me.
“Move,” I urge, rocking my hips up even though he’s got me pretty much pinned to the mattress, supporting his weight on his forearms which are on either side of my head. I begged for this position, needing to see his face, to feel his warmth spread over me, and it’s everything I hoped it would be.
“You’re so perfect around me, baby,” Charlie’s voice is raspy and strained, “and it’s been a while for me. I’m not gonna last.”
That makes me feel even better. I’m the reason he’s on the razor’s edge. I’m the reason he’s got that almost pained blissed out look on his face.Me. It’s a heady feeling.
“Me too,” I admit as he starts the slow drag back out and then thrusts back in. With a swivel of his hipsjust so, he grazes my prostate again. “Fuck,yes. Right there.”
He repeats the movement. My cock, pinned between our bodies, dribbles precum and we’re pressed so close together that it’s smearing between us. There’s a slick enough slide and friction there that I don’t think either of us needs to wriggle a hand in to stroke it.
Again and again, Charlie repeats the movement that’s making me whimper and groan, and I can feel the delicious pressure building inside me. The wave of my orgasm is cresting. I’m too fucking close but I don’t want to stop it.
“You feel so good,” Charlie insists and does the swivel-thrust thing again.
My balls tighten. White light sparks behind my eyes. The coil of tension inside me is perilously close to snapping.
“I…Charlie,Daddy, I…I’m…” His hips go again and I’m flying. “Coming!” I cry, pushed over the edge with that last thrust. Neither of us has actually touched my cock and yet I’m spurting ropes of come between us, and with his body pressed against mine and his movements picking up, it’s spreading everywhere. It’s filthy and amazing and my dick makes an effort to jerk again because this entire experience has been so intensely hot.
“Fuck,” Charlie draws the word out as he follows me over the edge, his hips stilling and his cock jerking as he releases into the condom still deep inside me.
I wince as he carefully pulls out. He kisses my stomach, heedless of the mess there, before he backs off the bed and goes to dispose of the trash, and he returns with a couple of warm, wet washcloths and cleans me up before he does himself.
I fall asleep snuggled up next to him, naked and sated.
Chapter Eight – Charlie
I’ve created a monster. In the two weeks since we first had sex, Ash has jumped me at every opportunity. I’m thirty-one and I don’t consider myself old by any means, but I’d completely forgotten what the libido of a twenty-two-year-old was like. And let’s not get started on his refractory period. That boy can come five times in a two-hour period.Five. That has to be a superpower. I consider myself lucky when I can get it up a second time within an hour.
