Page 62 of Nothing To Lose
"Give me your cock, Tyler. I'm ready if you are." His voice is calm, but there's a level of breathless need in it.
"I, uh… I'm probably not going to do a good job the first time. I'm pretty sure I might come before I can get inside you." My whole body is flushed with the overwhelming need to come already.
"That's okay, baby. We can do this as many times as it takes. It still feels good."
My fear of being a shitty lover calms my blood enough for me to focus. I spread the last of the lube on the head of my cock and line myself up, rubbing it back and forth and around his puckered hole. He writhes like I'm teasing him, but I'm really just giving myself time to process that this is really happening. Finally, I gather the courage to press myself inside, pushing the head of my cock through the tight ring of muscle.
Tight doesn't begin to describe the feeling. He was tight around my fingers, but the head of my cock is so much more sensitive, and has more give than my fingers, so the squeeze is intense. A thousand tiny lightning bolts go off over the surface of my cock as I slowly sink inside. Isaac moans, low and guttural, tensing when I get just over halfway inside.
"Fuck, you're big," he says, panting. "Give me a second. Okay, now pull out slowly, but not all the way." I follow his instructions, focusing on the task and not the overwhelming heat pulsing through my body. "Now give me more," he instructs, and I nearly lose it as I watch my cock disappear inside him, feeling his muscles clenching. I pull out and push back in one more time, sinking all the way down. Our bodies are flush against each other and I'm inside him as deep as I can go.
I'm inside him.
And that’s it.
I comeimmediately.
My body spasms, and I make some particularly manly noises. It's both more and less intense than the orgasm Isaac gave me in the shower with his fingers and tongue inside me. Less intense physically, because that orgasm ripped me from of my earthly body and turned me inside out, but also more intense because I was fucking inside him when it happened.
"Oh my god," I whisper, forehead resting against his, sweat dripping down my body. My arms are trembling from the effort of holding myself up.
"You did it," he says, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down. My arms give out and I lay limp against his chest for a moment. I just need a moment to breathe. Or cry. Or die of embarrassment.
"I'm sorry," I groan, my voice muffled into his armpit. Is it weird that he smells good here? I kind of want to huff him.
"You were perfect."
"I lasted exactly three seconds longer than I anticipated," I say sarcastically, like it's a big win.
"More than three seconds," Isaac laughs. "And you did something no one's ever done before."
I came inside him.
Oh my god, I came inside him.
My full body shudder makes my cock twitch. It's still buried inside him, since neither of us has moved.
"You're still hard," he observes.
Iamstill hard. Still hard and still a little too excited. I give a tentative thrust of my hips, and Isaac sucks in a little breath. I lift up on my arms again, looking down at him as I do it again. His eyes are heavy-lidded, mouth open slightly. I pull back so I can see my cock moving in and out of him. It's wet, with white sticky cum squelching out the sides. My hips buck harder.
"Yes. Fuck," Isaac rasps.
Another orgasm, or maybe it's remnants from the first one, I don't know—I barely know what my name is at this point—builds at the base of my spine. My brain tingles with mindless images of my cum sloshing around inside him, being pushed further inside by my cock. My hips speed up, and I'm afraid I'm going to bust before he's ready. Again.
Isaac pulls me down and kisses me—hard. A hand reaches down and pulls my ass so I'm holding myself deep inside him. Then everything shifts, and he's on top of me. He drapes his larger body over mine, arms on either side of my head, cock nestled between our bodies, and rolls his hips. My hands fly up to grip his hips, not to control his movements, just to hold on for dear life as ecstasy shoots down my spine and into my balls.
"Jesus Christ," I moan, and I give actual consideration to joining a church and worshiping whatever deity brought me here. "Isaac, you feel…"
"Fucking perfect," he moans.
He leans down and kisses me, gasping into my mouth as he moves on top of me, rolling his hips in a slow, hypnotic movement that curls my toes. He picks up a little speed, pushing himself up on his arms. His cock bounces, smacking against my stomach, pre-cum dripping everywhere. My eyes move over his body, marveling at the perfect specimen moving on top of me. His thighs and abs clench. His arms are flexed and bulging, dark ink accentuating the grooves and cords of his muscles.
"God, you're fucking beautiful. I'm going to come," I groan, my voice strained and apologetic because I can't hold on anymore.
His long neck stretches to throw his head back, his sweaty hair falling across his closed eyes. His breathing picks up, pink lips dropping open.
"Tyler, I'm–Fuck–"
