Page 26 of Actions and Reactions
I’ve come to appreciate it in the last week—the girth and weight of it in my mouth and hand—but I can’t deny the twinge of hesitation at the thought of him... well, putting it inside me.
My dick clearly doesn’t feel the same way, since the image my mind conjures up only makes me harder.
“I told you I already started at my place,” I whine helplessly, though I don’t try to move away from his hold. Vinny doesn’t answer, he just moves his finger slightly and... “Jesus fucking Christ, Vinny,” I cry out.
I’m pretty sure those are the last coherent words out of my mouth.
He keeps probing every now and then while he spreads me open with two fingers and then three. Every now and then he adds his mouth to the mix, and by the way he hums every time I say please, I know I can use that to my advantage.
And I do.
“I swear I’m ready,please.” I’m pretty sure it’s been an hour of this, and I honestly don’t know how much more I can take.
“Let me just get the condom,” he says, voice deeper than before. So the begging really does work.
I can definitely keep doing that.
I can beg and plead and promise him anything at this point.
He lets go of my wrists but I don’t have the energy to move them, and honestly, I don’t really want to.
When he’s back between my legs, he spreads my cheeks open and then... he’s inside me.
As slow as that first finger, but oh so fucking good, it’s something so completely new, and sure, there’s a twinge of discomfort at first, but it quickly gets overshadowed by just how freaking amazing it feels to be so connected to him.
It’s like angels singing, like my whole body is sighing in relief, and at the same time, my core lights up.
He bottoms out slowly and the pass of his dick over my prostate is enough of a preview of what’s to come to make my dick twitch in anticipation.
I’m pretty sure the bedsheets under me have to be a mess by now from all my precum, but they’ll definitely need changing when he makes me come. Which really won’t take long, I realize.
“Vinny, move, please,” I beg again, and he pushes forward with his hips until the pressure on my dick feels like it’s almost enough.
I want to feel him holding me in place again, so I reach blindly with both hands and get exactly what I want. Except this time he holds each of my hands with his and traps themagainst the mattress. Then I feel him leaning in. So close his breath tickles the back of my neck.
“You really think you’re ready, Si?” he asks, his voice still deliciously dark.
“Yes, Vinny. I swear I am. Please, just fuck me. Please,please.”
He snaps his hips back and then pistons them forward with enough force to make me cry out.
“Oh,fuck yes.” He was right. With all the prep he did and going in slowly that first time, I don’t even feel a twinge. All I feel is fullness.
I’ve used a dildo on myself before, but the heat of his cock, his breath on my back, his hands holding me captive... it’s better than anything I could ever have imagined.
“You feel fucking amazing, Si,” he murmurs.
And yeah, his voice.
“Vinny,” I whine, which is all I can do.
“What do you need?”
“I... more,” I demand, but he stays stubbornly quiet. “More,please,” I amend.
“I really like how that sounds.” He speaks between pants as he keeps thrusting with what I now realize is a controlled force.
“I’ve noticed.”
