Page 37 of A Match Made In Evan
“It…wasn’t…deliberate…” I respond defensively. I’m afraid that if I give away just how uncomfortable the intrusion is, he’llpull out. I’m not doing a good job of keeping it from him, though. I can tell because he stills suddenly.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Keep—”
“Evan,” his tone is firm. Demanding. Itdoes thingsto me.
Swallowing, I open my watering eyes. His widen with horror and I scramble to hold him in place, crying out when my action of wrapping my legs around his hips drives him deeper inside me.
“Ev —shit, fuck, Jesus— are you…” he trails off, pausing for breath, then fumbles forward to grab one of my hands, lacing our fingers together beside my head on the mattress, “are you okay?”
Now that he’s further inside me, my body is acclimatising. I nod.
James carefully lowers his lips to mine and kisses me slowly, distracting me from the remaining pain. I melt into his kiss, the tension in my shoulders loosening. His tongue teases mine, coaxing me to relax further. We groan into each other’s mouths as he slides the rest of the way inside me, his balls tickling my arse.
His hand squeezes mine and he ends the kiss to murmur, “I knew you’d feel amazing.”
I hum my agreement, the burn and near-stabbing pain of his initial push inside finally turning to a more pleasant ache. It’s still accompanied by a mild feeling of wrongness —of my body trying to tell me that that particular orifice isnotan intake point— but that’s fading, too.
“You can—you canmove,” I tell him. “Please move.”
It becomes more enjoyable again when he resumes kissing me, slowly easing his cock out and then back inside me. Once he’s got a rhythm going, I start arching up to meet him. It’s still not the most amazing experience of my life, but it’s James, and it’sus,and— “Oh my God, right there. Do that again!” I tear my mouth from his to make the demand.
That. That burst of fireworks in my veins. That intense jolt of bliss.Thatis why men rave about being fucked like this.Thatis what I’m going to crave more of.
Jay moves again, making small, pleasured grunts and ‘ungh’ sounds every time he bottoms out. He misses the mark more than he hits it, but as he starts to pick up the pace, hiking my legs higher up his waist and changing up the angle, I get more and more into it.
I reach for my dick, stroking it back to full hardness between our bodies as James pistons in and out of me.
“Ev,” he pants, “E-Ev. I’m…I’m gonna…”
“No-no-no-no-no-no,” I whine, finally feeling myself enjoying this properly. “I’m not there yet.”
“I know,” I glance up to find his face scrunched up with concentration and apology, his jaw clenched and sweat dripping down his temples. “B-but you’re sotightand I—fuck, honey, I can’t…I can’t…I’m coming. Fuck. I’m, oh…fuck.”
He stops moving, his hips stuttering as his already thick cock swells and then explodes deep inside me. The rapture on his pink face is worth the disappointment of not going over the edge before him, and I do my best not to wince when he grips the base of the condom around his softening cock and withdraws.
He ties it off and chucks it over the side of the bed, then surprises me by shuffling backwards down the mattress.
“Where are you—” I start, then suck in a sharp “Oh, fuck,” as he sinks his mouth down over my cock.
Ihaveto watch this. My arms feel shaky as I push up on my elbows, but Ihaveto see him. He’s uncoordinated and sloppy, butoh, God, his mouth feels like heaven. Watching his luscious, flopsy blond hair flying every which way as his head bobs up and down on my dick is a sight I will commit to memory.
“Jay, baby, that’s so good,” I tell him, torn between lying back to free my arms so I can thread my fingers through his hair, or staying propped up so I can watch my dick disappearing into plump, pink, spit-slicked lips. Then hesucks, and I think I go cross-eyed. “Holy—oh, Christ…”
He brings a hand to my still lubricated, thoroughly stretched hole andplungesthree fingers into me, seeking out my prostate with startling accuracy.
Ihowlat the competing sensations. The warmth and wetness of his mouth. The suction. The stretch of his fingers. The nearly electric bursts of bliss as he strokes my prostate.
It’s too much.
It’s so good.
It’s so much, too good.
“J-Jay…”
He releases his grip around the base of my cock and fondles my balls, adding an additional sensation to the mix.
