Page 20 of A Really Gay Book
I didn’t want to think about my table trauma. I wanted Apple so badly it was a physical pain inside me.
I shifted my hands from Apple’s thighs to his ass, finally able to explore the small, perky part of him that had been flirting with me behind his back all week.
Holy fuck. It felt better than I had imagined.
I let my hands tighten, and I pulled him further into me, pressing my rapidly stiffening cock against him.
Apple had his face against my chest and was making tiny little gasping noises. I could feel his cock against mine as he rubbed against me like his life depended on it.
I couldn’t see any of him from this position, and I didn’t like it. As good as it felt to have his small form pressed against me, I needed to see him as I wrung those sounds from him. And I wanted to see the ass in my hands. Wanted to feel him enclosed around my fingers. Around all of me.
I took the small handful of steps it took to get to the couch and set him on the back of it with his back against the wall. I nearly tore his pants in my haste to see what lay beneath them. I put a knee on the couch and leaned into him, my face on level with his even though I was kneeling, and he was perched above me like a little prince.
His beautiful cock fit perfectly in my hand. It was smaller than mine, but proportion-wise, it was impressive.
I snorted softly. Of course Apple was blessed here as well.
He was already hard and leaking, and I gave it a squeeze. Apple all but melted into me, and I pinned him against the wall so I could watch the play of expression across his face from the sensation. I left a hand planted on his chest and released his cock.
I leaned forward, hooking my other hand around the back of his neck, and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Apple. So. Fucking. Hard.” All he did was shiver in my hold and pant harder. “I want to make you scream. Do you think I can make you scream? Make you cry?” The idea of reducing Mister Perfect to a quivering, tear-streaked mess nearly had me coming in my pants. He would be begging before I was done with him.
“Please, Adam. Please,” Apple gasped.
I smiled against his cheek and gave his jaw a quick nip. Well, that hadn’t taken long. My hand left the back of his neck and drifted to his cock again, smirking when it jumped under my touch. I gathered the precum dripping from it and teased a slick finger along his lightly furred balls. It fucking felt like rabbit fur.
Why did I put him on the back of the couch? Even with his legs spread, I could barely see the hole I was becoming increasingly desperate to be inside. Since I didn’t have the access I needed from the position I had Apple in right now, I took him from the back of the couch, and Apple just let me do it.
Once I’d snatched him off the couch, Apple had gone pliant and allowed me to move him around however I wanted. It was like he was made just to be my toy, and the thought was nearly enough to drive me out of my mind.
I laid him down on the couch, cupping the back of his head carefully before letting it rest on the arm of the couch.
Even though Apple was holding perfectly, beautifully still for me, I placed a hand on his chest and said, “Stay.” I added more pressure until his body relaxed completely. Apple gave me a soft, slow blink, showcasing his impossibly long lashes and giving me a look so full of trust my heart could have burst.
Who was I to earn such a precious thing?
Someone who wasn’t stupid enough to squander the gift, that was for certain.
I teased, licked, stroked, and nipped every inch of his body, following my wandering hands with my mouth in the pursuit of exploring perfection. When Apple tried to move, I would growl and hold him still until he made sweet little panting noises that only goaded me further in my quest to map out Apple’s body.
I had him shaking and begging before I’d come close to getting enough, but I couldn’t tease either of us anymore. I felt like I was about to explode.
It was possible I’d wanted Apple a lot longer than I’d realized.
Apple was my willing little doll, waiting for me to play with him as I pleased, even if I wanted to break him in the process. I’d already made him beg me to do it several times in the past few minutes.
I gripped his thighs and pulled them as wide as they would go.
His little hole was as perfect as he was. I licked a finger and pressed it against his flesh, marveling at the way it quivered at the pressure. Its pink perfection matched the feverish blush on Apple’s cheeks.
I lifted his hips, bending his body in half, and my tongue was lapping against his hole before I knew what I was doing. It opened against the intrusion, welcoming me inside like I belonged there.
I lifted my gaze to meet his. The lust-clouded, tear-stained face that greeted me was almost too much for me to bear.
I needed more of me inside of him, so I slipped a finger into him to join my tongue as I continued to open him up. His legs were slung over my shoulders now, and Apple made a steady stream of little cries that were slowly driving me insane.
His greedy little hole continued to welcome me eagerly, and before I knew it, I had three fingers inside him thrusting hard enough to make his tiny feet kick against my back.
So cute.
