Page 15 of His First Time
“Whoa.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me down, rolling me over his lap and onto the couch. The world spun, but I kept my grip on reality, just barely. Gasping, I grabbed his shoulder as I hit the couch. I had to hold onto something to make sure I was still there.
“You alright?” His gaze bore into me, his intensity singularly focused. I squirmed under his gaze, the last few seconds coming back in a rush, a tornado through my mind.
Embarrassment crawled through me. Had I really just fainted in his arms?
“I’m fine.” I tried to peel myself up. My cock was still twitching, soft but oversensitive. Even the air conditioning was too much, the faintest breeze of the suite. I was naked and he was not. I felt more than naked. I felt exposed. Revealed.
I needed to leave.
He grabbed me as I tried to stand. Grabbed my hips and levered me onto his lap until I was straddling him. I was still shaky and weak, and I followed his lead, sliding down his thighs until our crotches met. My soft cock pressed against his raging hard on. I shivered.
Tyler slid his hands up my back and cupped my shoulders. His hips rolled, pressing his crotch into mine. “You’re so hot,” he said softly. “That was so hot. Watching you cum like that.” He leaned forward and kissed my chest. Kissed his way across my pec to my nipple and suckled it. His hips kept rolling upward, his cock rising into mine. “Look what you’ve done to me. How hard you made me.”
“From just blowing me?”
“Oh yeah.” He slowly bit my pec, the rounded edge of my muscle where it tapered into the center of my chest. His hands slid down my back to my ass, and his palms cradled both of my cheeks. “Seeing you explode like that. Tasting you. It was hard to control myself.”
“You need to cum, too.” I started rocking back, grinding into his hard on. My embarrassment was shedding, my mortification soothed by his words and his hands. Distraction and pacification. I didn’t know which was which.
“Oh, I will cum tonight.” Tyler grinned. “And you will, too, again. And again. And again.”
I shivered. My cock, despite unleashing its largest load ever in my entire life, twitched.
Tyler saw. His sly smile spread, and he gripped my ass again. Pulled my cheeks apart until I felt the cool air of the room against my hole again. “Stand up and turn around.”
I was beyond embarrassment at this point. Sucked to the point of black-out, soothed on his lap, rocking against his hard on. I clambered off him and stood with my ass to his face, waiting.
“Bend over.”
Oh God. I closed my eyes.Assume the position. My asshole clenched.
Desire flared through me.
I bent at the waist. In front of me was an ottoman. I grasped the edges, fingers digging in. Tyler shifted on the couch. He exhaled.
Tyler’s finger dragged down my ass. I felt every inch, his touch tickling my ass hairs. The way he pressed just so when he crossed over my hole, and again at the back of my balls. He cupped my balls, drained but refilling, and massaged them.
Beard stubble scraped my cheeks. Hot breath ghosted over my hole.
His tongue licked up my crack, a wet, burning streak.
I groaned, something deep and primal pulled from me. Bending lower, I pushed my ass into his face. His hands grasped my cheeks and held them apart, and his tongue danced over my hole.
He slowed, and he worked his tongue through my tight hole, pushing inside of me. I felt him lick my ass from the inside.
Groaning loudly, I pushed my ass back into his face again, onto his tongue.
He ate my ass for what felt like hours, his tongue going deeper into me. He sucked on my hole, bit my ass cheeks. His fingers joined in, sliding into my ass as he plunged his tongue into me. First one, then two fingers, holding my hole open as he slurped at my ass. His fingers scissored, and his tongue searched inside my depths. Flicked on my edges until I felt my asshole surrender and go loose. His fingers slipped deeper, and he pushed a third inside.
I held my own ass open for him. I pressed my cheek to the ottoman and grabbed my ass, spread my cheeks wide, and let him feast. All the while, a symphony of pleasure dragged out of me. My cock pulsed between my legs.
“Get on the bed.” Tyler slapped my ass lightly.
My knees shook as I stood. My thighs, my quads. Everything trembled. I was a baby horse as I made my way to his bed, wobbly and dizzy. My ass was soaked in Tyler’s spit. My cock jerked with every step I took. It was rock hard again, a deep red, yearning to cum.
Everything around me faded, the silk wallpapered walls, the wooden wainscoting. All I saw were the endless white cotton sheets, the expanse of Tyler’s bed.
The bed where I was going to get fucked. I waited, breathing hard.
