Page 49 of Fixer
“Do you have to?”I wasn’t sure my nerve would stand lying here, presenting my asshole to the world while the bedroom door stood open.
“You’ll thank me.But first…” He sat back on his heels, bent his head, and licked my cock in a leisurely wet stripe, swirling around the head and on down to the root.Then he moved lower, mouthing my balls.Pleasure shivered through me, and Dustin grabbed my legs to hold me still.“Yeah, you like that.And more.”He pressed my thighs up and out, doubled me over farther, and licked below my sac, lower, lower, the pressure of his tongue on my taint sending shivers across my skin.A warm, deep, wonderful ache built as he pressed hard.
“And still more.”Dustin pressed the tip of his tongue against my asshole.
“Jesus!”I almost came off the bed.That feeling had been wonderful in the shower under the rush of warm water.Somehow, it was more powerful here, laid out for him on my new bed.He scooted lower to make the angle easier and licked me again.
I shook and moaned and made foolish, gasping sounds, as Dustin pressed his face to my ass.The rasp of his stubble abraded my ass cheeks as he speared me with his tongue and went to town, groaning and grumbling like a wolf keeping the finest feast all for himself.I flailed with my hands, searching for an anchor in the whirl of sensations.My fingers connected with the pillow under me, and I grabbed the sides in my fists.A gentle nip of his teeth made me groan.
Dustin met my gaze, his cheeks flushed, framed by my spread knees.“Right.Stay put.Lube.”He slid off the end of the bed.
The skin of my ass cooled in the open air, wet from Dustin’s tongue.I was even more exposed than I’d worried about, but I didn’t care when every part of me sang like a high-tension wire.Dustin stepped out, but before I could become selfconscious, he was back, shouldering my thighs apart.
“Grab your knees.”He unhooked my hands from the pillow and directed me to pull myself open for him.“There you are.Still okay?”
“Fucking do something.”I blew out short breaths, rolling my head side to side on the remaining pillow.
“Shh.I will.Relax, okay.This is just me.”A firm pressure coaxed the rim of my asshole, then sank deep.My ass clenched around something hard and large.
I realized I’d closed my eyes and opened them to look down.Not his dick, just a finger.
Dustin told me, “Gonna go to two fingers.Gonna stroke your prostate.Remember in the shower?”
“Jesus.Yes.”He’d lit me up like a sky full of firecrackers.“Do it.”
The added stretch was fine, grounding even, the faint flashes of discomfort too low-key to call them pain.The fullness was the weird part, the urge to push, the invasion deeper when my body hadn’t asked for it.I tugged my legs higher, breathed, reminded myself Dustin would never hurt me.
Then he rubbed over my prostate and I convulsed with the intensity.“Holy shit.”
Dustin repeated his firm touch in a slow rhythm.“Good?”
“I think…” A shudder racked me and the oddness melted away in a rolling sea of heat.My balls ached, my needy cock dripped on my stomach, my entire groin sparked with heat.“Yes, wow, more.”A sudden flash made me bark, “Wait!”
Dustin froze.
I grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing my fingers tight, my eyes shut.“Too much.Too close.I don’t want to come till you’re in me.”The words echoed in my head—things I never thought I’d say— but this was Dustin so all the rules were gone.
Dustin eased his fingers out of me, giving me space to breathe and blink my eyes open.I didn’t want to miss this show.He opened the lube and slicked a bunch down his straining cock.The fat, rounded head and veiny shaft glistened in the low light.
Despite my fierce need, I faced a moment of doubt as he guided his cockhead against me.Will it really fit?I reminded myself I’d fucked him, and my dick wasn’t much smaller.“Okay.I’m ready.”
“Breathe and look at me.”Dustin rubbed my hole with a lubed finger, then replaced the probing fingertip with his dick and pressed forward.
My body resisted at first.The pressure and heat, Dustin’s big body and heavy breaths, overwhelmed me.I kept my eyes on his.This is Dustin.This is all I ever wanted.Slowly, my ass unclenched.Dustin’s cock sank into me an inch at a time, triggering little sparks of pleasure.
The pain I’d expected never came, just a tight stretch and an ache that was almost satisfying.His cock pushed home over my prostate and the sparks became a fire.I grunted in time with each push and retreat, animal noises of pleasure I couldn’t hold back.
“That’s the way.”Dustin leaned on my thighs, his weight doubling me up tighter as he bent and pressed a kiss to my slack, open mouth.“Good?”
My sound wasn’t a word, but all I could manage.
Dustin groaned, “Fuck yeah,” and moved faster, his hips punching forward, taking up an age-old rhythm my body recognized, accepted, craved.He reached between us and pumped my cock through his lubed fist.A few tight strokes, and my climax crashed over me— pleasure and oblivion, beyond joy, beyond breath, my body heaving to turn itself inside out, every nerve overloaded.
My vision went black.My knees slipped from my nerveless fingers, and my legs fell to the bed.Dustin grabbed my hips and thrust into me again and again until a victorious growl came from his lips and he shuddered, the scent of his cum joining mine.
In the aftermath, we slumped together, his sticky body pressed to mine.He mumbled soft sounds and kisses against my neck, and I slid my fingers through his hair.
Vision, sound, thought gradually returned, my breaths steadying.Eventually, I opened my eyes to see Dustin peering at me, his chin digging into my shoulder.
