Page 48 of All in December
“Such a good hole for me, you know that, baby?”
He whines into the pillow, face buried again, and as much as I want to see his handsome face—and as affectionate as he is outside the bedroom—I can see how much he wants this. Wants to be used, to be told what to do, to be fucked like he deserves, and to be taken care of—and I want to be the one to give him everything.
“Nash, fuck, please. I want to come… Can’t take it anymore.”
The need in his voice, the sheer desperation, has me ready to finally give him what he wants, what we both want.
“I’m gonna finish in your ass,” I grit out as I fuck him relentlessly. “Such a good boy for me, and good boys get rewards. Your tight little hole is going to make me come.”
“Please,” he begs.
“Touch yourself,” I command, finally telling him what he wants to hear.
Almost immediately, his hole clenches tightly around me, spasming as his body jerks. I groan, giving in. My cum spills deep inside of him as I hold him still, buried to the hilt, letting him milk every last drop from me while he moans through his orgasm, cock twitching in his fist as he comes across the sheets.
He slumps forward more, breathing hard, his body trembling slightly with aftershocks, and I follow him down, not ready to let go just yet. I stay inside him, my chest pressed to his back, and my arm curling around his waist as I kiss the back of his neck.
“You okay?” I murmur, voice rough with the force of it all.
He nods against the pillow, then glances back at me with a dazed, blissed-out smile. “More than okay.”
I press another kiss between his shoulder blades and hold him there, letting the heat of our bodies settle until I’m ready to pull out of him. The moment I do, I scoot back enough to watch my cum slowly leak out of his ass, and I’m obsessed with the sight. I take two fingers and push it back in, and he whimpers again.
“I wish you could see your used hole with my cum dripping out of you. It’s perfect. You are fucking perfect.”
He turns his head to look up at me, eyes still glassy. “Really?” he asks with a hint of disbelief in his voice, and I pull my gaze away from his body to comfort him.
I ease my touch over his side, letting my hand rest gently on the curve of his hip as I meet his eyes. “Yeah,” I murmur, softer now. “Really. You’re—Jesus, you’re everything.”
He swallows, cheeks pink, and I know what we just did was a lot. I’ve never gone that far with someone, in terms of speaking that way. But the way he responded, the way he opened up to me, clung to me—wanted me—I’d do it all over again. I want to do it all over again.
“Wanna hop in the shower?” I ask, brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. “We’re kind of a mess.”
He nods at me, and I kiss the corner of his mouth, then slip off the bed, and head into the bathroom to turn the water on. When I come back, he’s still curled on the bed. I lean over him, and start kissing his face—his cheek, his temple, his jaw—until he lets out a breathy laugh.
“Come on.” I grin, gripping his fingers. “Should be hot by now.”
He hesitates, shifting a little, and I worry he’s self-conscious about the mess between his legs. Instead of grabbing a towel or making it a thing, I just bend down and open my arms. “Let me carry you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” he says, but there’s that smile again, and he loops his arms around my neck anyway.
I pick him up, and he’s lighter than I was expecting. I shift him in my arms as he wraps his legs around me, and I slide my fingers gently over his hole to catch the slow leak of my cum before gravity works against us. He tensesslightly as he realizes what I’m doing, but he doesn’t say anything.
I take a few steps into the bathroom and set him down in front of the shower, letting him stand on his own, and trail my hand down his back one last time before stepping in behind him.
“How was that, baby? Was it okay for your first time?”
He huffs a little laugh. “It’s like you hacked into my porn search history and knew exactly what I wanted. Except it was somehow better. Way better,” he confesses, and I immediately feel at ease. He was enjoying himself during it, but sometimes the comedown can be hard, and hearing him say that eases any concern I had.
“I’m glad,” I murmur, trailing my fingers along his hip. “I told you I wanted you to be honest about what you want, and I meant it. Was there anything that didn’t feel right? Anything you want more of next time?”
He pauses, then shakes his head. “It was perfect. Though, I wouldn’t be opposed to more ass slapping or your hand around my neck. I really liked that; it felt like you owned me.”
I nod because I can do that. “What about me calling you a slut?” I check. Even though he’d said it first, it’s definitely not something I’m used to saying during sex, and I want to make sure I gave him what he wanted without crossing any lines.
He groans softly, eyes fluttering shut for a second as his cheeks turn red. I’ve noticed how easily he blushes, and I love that.
“Especially that,” he assures me. “I’ve jerked off to fantasies like that, but nothing compares to what it felt like with you. I really liked you taking control and being dominant like you were.”
