Page 59 of Full Split
“Yes,” he groans. “Wyatt, yes. So good.” His hips flex and push more firmly into my grip.
I’m panting.
I want to make him come like this. Then with my mouth. Then with my ass. And however else he wants me. I want to do it all at once, but I know there’s time. We can take it one thing at a time and enjoy every first we have together.
Still jacking his dick with one hand, I reach between his legs with the other. He gasps, hands gripping my shoulders, and bucks into my hand as I run my fingers through his pussy.
“So fucking wet,” I groan, locking eyes with him as put my fingers in my mouth and suck. His eyes almost cross when I return for more, rubbing gentle circles around his hole.
Niles’ hips jerk and he bends his knees just enough to push against my fingers.
“Fuck, please,” he gasps. “More.”
A pleased moan rumbles through my chest, and I direct him to take a couple steps back so I can get to my knees in front of him.
Keeping my eyes on his to make sure everything I’m doing is okay, I duck my head between his legs. He instinctively widens his stance to give me room, moaning as I lick a broad stripe from taint to tip, gathering all that delicious pre-cum before taking his cock into my mouth. The sweet cream from his pussy helps mask the taste of lube as I suck his cock as far back as I can take it. Which turns out not to be that far, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Once I’ve figured out the best angle and how much I can take, I settle into a rhythm. With one hand stroking him at the base and my mouth working the shaft, I keep playing with his pussy until he’s begging for my fingers inside him. I stroke one, and then two, digits inside him in a beckoning motion until his legs begin to tremble. My scalp stings with the tightening of his fingers in my hair, and he calls out that he’s coming.
Just as his walls clamp down around my fingers and I feel a rush of fluid, I pull off his cock and lengthen my strokes.
“Open your eyes,” I tell him as I squeeze on the upstroke.
Niles gasps, pussy clenching even harder, when the solution I pre-loaded into the reservoir tip sprays out all over my face. I open my mouth wide and work the last of the ejaculate onto my tongue, pulling back so he can see the mess he made of me.
“Fuck!” he cries out, and slumps. I wrap my arms around him and let him slide down so he’s straddling my lap, face buried in the side of my neck.
He trembles and tightens his arms around my neck. I’m not sure if the wetness there is sweat or tears, but I hold him against me and let him catch his breath.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, long enough that my knees hurt and my feet fall asleep, and I finally have to adjust so I’m leaning back on the side of the bed with my legs out in front of me. Niles straddles my lap and looks down at me, eyes swimming with emotion.
Reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, I swipe away some of the wetness on his cheeks and pull him down for a kiss. To let him know I love him, that I’m here for him, to thank him for showing me the world, to thank him for trusting me enough to be vulnerable around me.
What I meant to be a soft, slow kiss of love and support grows heated again, and my cock reminds me it’s still here. I haven’t given it much attention since I saw Niles looking so fucking strong and proud. I’d wanted him to fuck me with that big cock, but I think maybe we should ease into it. We’ve given each other our fair share of blow jobs recently, most notably the bathroom incident I promised to punish him for. I’ll deal with that later. Right now I just want to hold and kiss him and listen to him share every thought in his head.
It turns out that all the thoughts in his head are already focused on grinding on my dick. As much as him gyrating his cum drenched pussy all over my balls while his cock rubs along mine is making me want to beg him to fuck me, I keep my pleas tomyself and give in to the hypnotizing euphoria of the things he does to my mind and body.
In no time at all, I’m hanging on the edge, ready to bust all over both of us, when Niles reaches down and pinches the sensitive head of my cock. I jolt.
“Nuh-uh,” he says teasingly against my mouth. “No coming until I’m deep inside you. I want to feel your ass clench around my cock while you shoot harder than you ever have in your life.”
“Aren’t you tired?” I say, biting back a groan.
He bends down and takes my mouth in a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth and urgency.
“You didn’t plan on sleeping tonight, did you, old man?”
“Fuck,” I moan. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Niles. I can’t wait anymore. I want you to fuck me so bad.”
“Get up on the bed, on your back, and spread your legs.”
A blush heats my skin from my head to my toes, but I climb up on the bed and do as I’m told, while Niles gets ready. He returns a moment later wearing the harness that came with the prosthetic. The thinner, more delicate-looking black straps are stark against his pale complexion. The way the tight material presses into his skin and his cock bobs as he walks towards me makes my mouth fill up with saliva.
“Goddamn,” I groan. I’ve never seen anyone or anything so sexy in all my life.
