Page 85 of Creatures Like Us
He moans when I push the finger past the first knuckle, and I feel his insides yield to me, the pressure subsiding as I sink deeper inside. My cock is painfully hard, pressing against the small of his back, and his body is so warm lined up against me, as is his hole when I try to slip another finger alongside the first. He whimpers.
“Does that hurt?” I ask.
“Ah?…?A little.”
“What if I said I’m going to fuck you anyway?” I whisper darkly into his ear, mirroring his own words back to him. “How would that make you feel?”
“I’m-I’m sorry,” he gasps, but he rocks his hips back, sinking my fingers deeper into his plush heat.
“Tell me what you want, Ash.”
“Want you inside me,” he whimpers. “Please, Noah.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“If not, just say the word. You know the one.”
“Y-Yeah, oh god, Noah, please, oh?…”
“Are you going to whine like a little baby when I fuck you, like last time? Or will you be good?”
“I’ll be good. Promise.”
I crook my fingers, finding something tight and bundled up inside him. I press down on that spot, and he gasps desperately, as if he can’t get enough air.
“Ah! What the fuck was that?”
“This?” I swivel my fingers against it.
“Yeah.”
“Your prostate. Haven’t you felt it before? I feel mine all the time when you fuck me.”
“Holy shit. D-Do it again.”
I stroke back and forth, testing the pressure, and Asher is coming apart in my grip, desperately pushing his ass toward me.
“Fuck?…?You think you can hit that thing with your cock?”
“Don’t know. Want me to try?”
“Yeah,” he gasps. “Please. That feels fucking awesome.”
I grab the bottle of lube and squeeze hard. Damn, it’s nearing empty. We’ll have to get another one, and that’s fast, with the frequency we’re having sex.
I slip my fingers out of him and coat myself before I spread the lube along his crack with my cock. Every time I brush his hole with the head, he gasps. He’s far more stretched out now than last time we did this, so I hope it won’t hurt, and if it does, I hope he’ll tell me.
I push forward, wedging myself inside that tight heat, and Asher gives a wrecked moan.
“Feels good?” I ask.
“Yeah. Really fucking good.”
“Not hurting?”
He shakes his head, and I press further inside, but when the thicker part of my cock spreads him wide, he whimpers.
