Page 40 of Free Heart
“Danny,” he whimpers. “Want me to suck you?”
“No,” I grunt, knowing I’ll come way too fast if he gets his mouth on my cock. I squeeze our dicks again, looking at the purple head of mine against the flushed, darker head of his. “I want inside you.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, now.”
He reaches for the lube and lifts up onto his knees, reaching behind to smear it across his hole. He takes my dick in hand and slicks up the length of it. The coolness dampens my lust, but his firm strokes encourage it again. He kisses me as he positions himself on his feet, squatting on the couch so that he’s at the right angle for penetration.
I close my eyes, letting him do the work of the kiss, accepting his lips and tongue as he sees fit. My mouth has healed up enough that I can kiss him easily now, so long as I’m careful with my teeth. I grunt as he drops his ass onto my straining cock and my dick presses inside his slick, tight hole.
“Shh,” I hush, as he pulls away from the kiss to concentrate on taking my thickness. His brows furrow, his mouth opens, and his chest flushes up to his neck.
“That’s it,” I mutter, trying hard not to thrust up into him, both for his comfort and my own. I know any movement I make is going to make my leg protest angrily. I want to enjoy this, not lose my hard-on to the pain.
And Iamenjoying it. Watching Sejin taking his time working down onto my cock, his muscles flexing, his head tilting back… It’s the best thing I’ve seen since I woke up in that hospital bed. I want to lick his nipples but know that’d be too much movement on my part. I take them between my forefinger and thumb, pinching with each of his shuddery breaths.
“Ah, fuck,” he curses as his hole envelops me in delicious heat all the way down. “I’ve missed this.”
“Me too.”
“Watch those teeth,” he mutters, as he comes down for another kiss. His hair drapes around us, flowing over my face and shoulders.
I kiss him carefully, making sure to keep my sharp, chipped teeth away from his soft lips and tongue. Then I kiss him less carefully…until he gasps and pulls back, his eyes shiny with lust and a small bit of blood on his lower lip. I tug him back down and lick it away, and he kisses me again. His tongue chases mine, and our breaths come in heaving and hard.
He hasn’t moved since he settled on me, just squatted on my cock, squeezing around me as he kissed my mouth. But now he does. Hands on my shoulders, he lifts up slowly and lowersagain. His head falls back, his throat exposed. I lean forward, jolting my leg, but I don’t care. I need his nipples. I get one in my mouth and tease it with my tongue before checking his reaction to my broken teeth there. He goes very still and moans. I feel the spurt of pre-cum between our bodies.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Careful.”
I rub the sharpness of my tooth over his tender peak. He hitches around me, his asshole clenching on my dick. Switching sides, I do the same to his left, and then to his right again. He breathes in that tight, compressed way that tells me he’s about to break into either orgasm or tears. So, I pull back, grip his hair in both hands, and tug him into a kiss again.
He stops moving. Just continues to hold my cock inside as we kiss and breathe each other in. Finally breaking away, he puts his hands on my shoulders again and begins to ride me. His movements jar my leg some, and the pain shoots up to my hip, but mixed with the pleasure, it’s almost good. The heat, the slide, the friction, and the hurt all combine with his breath in my face, the scent of his sweat, until it’s all good.We’regood.
I feel my balls draw tight and ready. “Doc, come for me,” I say, taking hold of his dick and stroking. “All over my chest. C’mon.”
He starts to quiver. My own orgasm is drawing close. I feel it strumming through me, tense and ringing. Just before it hits, I hear him gasp and feel the splash of his hot jizz over my stomach and chest. Mouth shut, holding in my grunts of bliss, I come, my hips juddering, and my balls aching like my leg. Too hard, too much, butsofucking good.
Afterward, Sejin slides off me, but I don’t let him go clean up. I make him lie on his back on the waterproof camping blanket from my van, the one protecting the sofa from any mishaps of my recovery. I direct him to rest one foot on the back of the couch and to hold his other foot back to his chest so I can playwith his ass. I slide my fingers through my jizz as it leaks out of him, and press it back in. His thighs shake, and he covers his face with his free hand, but I know he’s loving it. His cock is still hard, and he’s starting to pant like he’s ready for another round.
I love that about him. He’s so easy. Always has been since that first day.
“Ready?” I say, as I push two fingers of my right hand inside and start working his prostate.
“Fuck,” he mutters, the muscles of his legs jumping as I finger-fuck him. “Dan…it’s, it’s so good.”
“I know, baby,” I say, pleased. “I know.”
I might not be able to fuck him silly with my dick, but working him open with my fingers is suddenly the coolest idea I’ve had in ages.
“How many do you think you can take?” I whisper, watching him writhe on two.
“All of them,” he gasps. “Give me everything.”
I laugh, the shaking making my leg ache like a bitch again, but the adrenaline rush from his words overrides it. “Everything? All four?”
“All five,” He corrects. “Your whole fist.”
“You…” I stop to clear my throat, my fingers not moving in him as I consider. “You want me to fist you?”
