Page 46 of Uncharted Desires
“Fuck, you’re tight.” The words slip out of me on autopilot becauseholy fucking hell.
I’ve done my share of fucking in my life, but never like this. Never with someone whose comfort I put so high above my eagerness. Never with someone like him.
“You’re okay?” I manage through my heavy breaths, trying as fuck to take my mind off the action on my cock. If I don’t, this will end embarrassingly quickly.
He nods and lowers himself an inch more. “I think so.” Another inch. And then another. “I have to admit, though, my fingers are not nearly as thick as your cock.” He progresses farther, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from bucking my hips up and burying myself balls deep into that impossibly tight hole. “Should have used an inanimate object, after all.”
How he can make a joke right now is beyond me.
Time stretches to infinity, and then it stops altogether when Blake finally settles down on my pelvis, the entirety of my cock wrapped snuggly inside his body.
Clenching my jaw, I breathe through my nose and focus on the view before me. And what a fucking delicious view it is.
Blake places his palms on my chest. His back is arched, chest puffed in my direction. His chin is lifted, and he looks down at me, his eyes half-mast. And then, there’s his cock, leaking pre-cum against my abdomen.
I wish I had thought of getting a camera to capture this image forever.
“How does it feel?” I ask once the initial shock dies down and I can formulate words again.
“Strange. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“Try to relax.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Blake's expression softens.
He takes an audible breath, and his hands press against my pecs as he lifts his hips and stays like this for a while, frozen mid-movement.
It’s nothing short of sensual torture, and despite my best efforts to keep my composure and just let Blake do his thing the way he wants to, I find myself asking, “MayItry?”
His eyes widen, and if I weren’t looking at him as intently as I am, I would have missed the tiny nod he gives me.
Hoping wholeheartedly I won’t get carried away, I tighten my grip on his waist and slowly, so unbearably slowly, buck my hips up until my cock is all the way in, and my balls press against his ass.
Sharp fingernails dig into my chest. “Again,” he whispers, his nod more prominent this time.
With my tight hold on his waist, I pull out halfway before pushing back in.
Blake’s exhale turns into a moan, and on the next pump, his hips drop slightly, meeting mine halfway.
“Fuck,” I mutter and now it’s my fingernails that dig into his flesh.
We catch a steady rhythm, our movements careful, minuscule, enough to send tiny bolts of pleasure down my spine but not enough to make me spiral out of control.
“You like that?” I ask, my eyes fixed on where the lower half of my cock disappears inside his body time and time again.
Blake doesn’t use words. The strained sounds he lets out with each breath serve as a response.
His cock bounds off my abdomen, veiny, slick, and hard. Too hard to ignore.
I circle it with my hand, my grip light, and give him a few strokes, as minuscule and shallow as the shoves of my hips.
“Oh, fuck,” he says. Or maybe it’s me. I can’t be sure.
And as if the teasing friction on his cock infuriates him, Blake lifts his hips higher the next time around and shoves them down more forcefully, his skin slapping against mine.
My balls tingle and tighten as the reality becomes too much to bear all at once.
I close my eyes and do my best to block the symphony of sounds around me because I’ll be damned if I let myself get carried away and fuck this up for Blake.
Stroking him faster, I bend my knees until my feet are flat on the leather surface and start shoving my hips up rhythmically.
