Page 37 of Saddle Studs
“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Sam murmured, thumb stroking the side of my neck. “Thought about you. Wondered what it’d feel like to have you like this. Inside me.”
I smiled against his lips. “Me too. Are you ready for more?”
“Yes, please.” His breathy tone nearly knocked me out.
I leaned over and opened the nightstand again, grabbing the condom. I opened it and rolled it on, then kissed him again. He watched me as I stroked some lube along my length, his eyes lit with a burning red-hot fire. I lined myself up.
“Go slow,” he said, voice shaking just a little.
I nodded, lifted his legs to give me more access.
When I pushed in, we both let out a hissing exhale. I went slow enough to feel every inch of him take me, his body clenching around me, drawing me deeper. I had to stop halfway through to breathe. He felt too good. Too much. I held myself there, allowing him to get accustomed to having me inside him.
The way his body gripped me, welcomed me, it made something in my chest seize. I was buried inside the boy I used tolie awake dreaming about, and somehow it felt both brand new and like coming home all at the same time.
“You’re okay?” I asked again, even though I already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Hurt a bit at first, but not anymore. I want all of it.”
I pushed the rest of the way in and buried myself there, just holding still, feeling us connect in a way that was so much more than physical. The velvet hot heat that encased me was intense. I wanted to be tangled up in Sam like this for the rest of eternity.
Then I started to thrust, pull back and thrust, pull back and thrust. Rocking into him. Earning full body shudders with every push.
“Oh fuck, Benny. Fuck yeah. Holy fuck.”
“You like how that feels? Having a hard dick in your ass?”
“I fucking love it. Fuck yeah, give it to me.”
We moved like we had all the time in the world, like the stars outside the window were standing still just for us. I rocked into him slowly, leaning down and brushing our foreheads together, murmuring how good he felt, how beautiful he looked like this, spread open and flushed and mine.
He kissed me between gasps, his legs around my waist, his cock throbbing between us. I slid a hand down to stroke him in rhythm with our bodies, slick and firm, timed to every roll of my hips.
Eventually, the pace picked up. His moans turned to desperate little whimpers, and I could feel him getting close.
“Benny,” he gasped, eyes fluttering. “Don’t stop. Please?—”
I didn’t.
We switched once, him on top, riding me with shaky thighs and pink cheeks, his hair falling over his eyes. He looked like every fantasy I ever had.
Then I flipped us again, pushing deep, our mouths barely breaking apart as we built and built and built.
“Oh fuck, Benny, I’m going to come!”
He came first, pulsing between us, biting a knuckle to stop himself from shouting any louder. And the way he looked right then—eyes wide, body trembling—I came too, losing it with a groan into his shoulder as I held him so tight I thought we might fuse together.
“Holyshittttt,” I said into the dark crevice of his neck.
We stayed like that for a long time, catching our breath, pressed heart-to-heart. After what felt like a blissful eternity, I pried myself off him and grabbed us a clean pair of hand towels to clean up. Sam was a giggling mess, his cheeks still flushed when I flopped back onto the bed next to him. The room glowed in a kind of surreal golden light. I wasn’t even sure where it was coming from or if I was hallucinating it… I was most likely hallucinating it. Fucking Sam—making love to him—it had completely rewired my brain. I felt like a superhero. Like I could fly across the globe, rescuing people from burning buildings and stopping robberies and curing cancer. I felt like I could see new colors and hear new sounds and smell new scents.
“Goddamn,” I said, still breathless. “Your ass has magical powers.”
“That so?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. I feel like I’m on top of the world right now.”
“Well, you were definitely on top of something.” Sam chuckled at that. We were laying on our backs, legs crossed over each other, music still playing through my speaker. I looked over, unable to really process the fact that my childhood best friend and first true love was now resting naked next to me, my dick still chubby from our sex.
