Page 89 of Sunrises & Salvation
“I need to know what you want,” I pant, stepping away and pulling my shirt over my head. He matches me, pulling his shirt off and staring at me, waiting for my move.
“Anything, whatever you want to give me,” he breathes, his voice husky, and my dick tents my athletic shorts.
“Have you ever topped? Or bottomed?” I need to know exactly what he’s comfortable with before we move forward. I’m good with either, but I want this to be the best sex he’s ever had.
He shakes his head, dropping his shorts and standing in front of me unabashedly.
“To which one?”
“Either. I’ve only ever been with you.” I attack him, shoving him onto the bed and smashing our mouths together, our teeth clacking, and I twirl my tongue with his.
“Do you want to fuck me?” His eyes blaze.
I take that as a yes until he says, “I think… I actually want you to fuck me instead.” My dick is hard as steel behind my shorts as I grind against him. I plant my hands on either side of his head, positioning my hips so they line up with his.
“You want me to fuck you? Want me to stretch your tight, virgin hole?”
“Yes, fuck yes.”
My hands shake as I cup his face in my hands, his mismatched eyes staring up at me, filled with love and trust.
“If you want to stop, say stop. Okay?” I say, trying to hide the quiver in my voice. He’s giving me a gift right now, showing how much he truly trusts me. It’s a heady feeling.
“Okay.” He nods, quickly agreeing.
“I’m going to prep you, and if you don’t like it, tell me. We can switch.” Adam’s eyes flare with heat, and my balls tingle. I will get under him one day, when he gets more comfortable with experimenting. For right now, this is perfect.
I leave him on the bed, scavenging through my belongings, perusing for my hygiene bag where I keep my travel-sized bottle of lube. I would rather be over prepared than under. I tuck it and a strip of condoms under my arm.
When I join him on the bed, I dump the goods beside him. He opens his arms wide and I fall into them, kissing him hard on the mouth.
I wrench my lips away, trailing kisses down his neck, across his pecs, and tease one nipple with my mouth before switching to the other to give it the same attention. I move down the crease of his abdomen, biting the hard muscles and sucking untilhis skin blooms angry red, leaving my marks all over him and claiming his as mine.
When I get to the neatly trimmed hairs on his groin, I bury my nose into them. Inhaling him, breathing him in deep and letting him burrow into me.
“I’m going to go slow, okay? We’re going to start with one finger.” I walk him through what I’m doing so he won’t tense up. I want this to be good for him; I want him to want to do this with me.
“Please, Hunter. I trust you.”
I pump some lube in my hands, coating all of my fingers and making them extra slippery. I don’t want him to feel any unnecessary pain when it comes to this, because there will be some, but I hope I can make it good for him.
I trail my hand across his dick, coating it and jacking it a few times until a drop of precum beads at the tip. A ragged moan leaves his lips as I trail my fingers across his balls and taint, stopping at his hole. The puckered skin is tight and unyielding.
I massage it, mouthing at the tattoo on his thigh and staring up at him. His eyes are clenched shut, and his face is flushed red.
“Let me in, love. You’re okay,” I reassure him, pressing the tip of my finger against him, feeling the slight give of the muscle. “That’s it. You’re doing so good.” His body shudders, and I file that tidbit of information away. Adam loves praise in the bedroom.
“Push against my fingers,” I tell him, feeling his muscles clenching around my fingers. “You’re too tense, and I want this to feel good for you.” I reach for the lube with my free hand, grabbing the bottle and squeezing an ungodly amount onto his taint, watching the liquid drip and coat my hand. I smear it around his skin, watching the pale skin of his groin glisten.
“I’m scared,” he admits, his voice breathy and low.
“I know you are, and that’s okay. Do you want to switch?” I ask, because if he’s scared, I’m not going to push him into doing this.
“No.”
“Then push out, once you get the first finger in, it gets easier.” He breathes deeply, and I feel the slight give in his muscle as he pushes against my finger. “Good job, love. Just like that.” The lube helps me slide the rest of the way in, and Adam shudders around me. I play with him, feeling the warm heat of his body surrounding me while I slowly work on stretching him.
“Are you ready for another finger?” I watch him, and he nods. His eyes are open now, and he’s watching me. It shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. Knowing that this man trusts me enough to let me inside him, when no one else has ever been this close to him. That right is reserved for me and me alone.
