Page 14 of For Your Heart
He groans when I keep moving, the sounds he makes spurring me on. Encouraging me to keep going. Each slow thrust backwards there’s a little less discomfort. The sting fades a little more. The dull burn cools and it starts to really feel good for me. His groans tell me that he enjoys it too.
I ride him until it’s only pleasure I feel. My fingers dig into his ass as the fires inside me pick up. My balls are drawn so tight. My dick throbs and I’m a little thankful for the jock keeping me from swinging. Would it hurt to have my balls flying free when they’re so heavy and full?
My orgasm crashes over me before I fully expect it to. I cry out and writhe on his dick, grinding my ass back so he’s clenched between my tight cheeks.
His weight falls into me, and we move down onto the bed. I’m on my side, though my hips are twisted so my dick is pressed into the blanket. His legs spread between mine, opening me wider though his arms keep me well in his control. Holding me exactly where he wants me.
He’s moving again. His hard dick moving over my far too sensitive prostate. It’s so intense that I grip him so fucking tight my finger joints strain. It feels like he’s forcing the coals that have died down inside me to reignite when they’re already spent.
It aches though, the feel of his dick inside me is still so good, even as it makes me cringe with the way he hits my prostate with every thrust. Forcing my body to do what he wants. To take more pleasure right after it’s just released.
I’m not that young anymore. My body needs a fucking minute, but Damon is not allowing it to recover. The way he moves, the way he holds me, the way he presses soft kisses to my shoulder and neck, I’m pretty convinced that he’s not paying much attention to me. Me, Sage. He knows there’s a body under him but his hold on me is far too intimate.
I don’t know why I feel this way. Why I’m so sure. But as he coaxes my body into submission, I’m positive I’m not the one he’s actually having sex with right now. Not in his head anyway.
Not that I have the brain power to give it much thought or let it bother me. Not with the way my cock is throbbing again or the way he’s urging an orgasm to build so soon after the last.
The noises coming from my mouth are indecent at best. I’m begging for him to get me off. To make me come. At some point, he trapped my hands in his hold, too; so I can’t even reach down and jerk my dick. Or fuck, even rub it.
He’s got me twisted up in such a way that one knee is bent, keeping my left hip from the bed. Meaning that my cock has no contact at all. Nothing but the slick feeling of my underwear. They’re already sticky and uncomfortable with the way my cum is drying. I’m just adding more with how much I’m leaking.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice low and sexy. “Come for me, perfect boy.” He’s definitely not talking to me at all. That doesn’t stop me from doing exactly what he says. I come again. This time, I’m practically shouting as my body convulses. There’s a strange feeling of pain in the release since my body was not at all ready for another orgasm so soon after the first.
Damon groans through his orgasm before I’ve completely come down through mine. I feel a rush of heat spread through my skin as he holds me still so he can empty inside me. Well, into the condom, but he’s doing so inside me. I don’t know why that’s a rush.
His quick inhale has me freezing. No, he definitely wasn’t withmewhile we were having sex. His breathing becomes ragged for a second as his arms tighten. Then he releases his hold on me, though he doesn’t pull out right away.
I want to ask if he’s okay. If he needs me to move. If he wants space. But I’m afraid that my voice will spook him. So I swallow and wait, holding perfectly still.
When he gently pulls out of me, I wait for him to get up and disappear. The seconds tick by and the bed remains completely still. I wait. And wait.
Finally, I can’t just lie still like that anymore. My underwear feels awful as my cum dries. Turning over, I glance at him.
Damon is laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. I was right in thinking that he’d been far away. The way his eyebrows are knit together. There’s a slightly pained look on his face.
Wait, could that be from me? Is there such a thing as a too tight ass?
Before my anxiety can kick up about this, Damon pulls himself to sitting and drops his face into his hands, his elbows on his knees. What do I say? Or do I stay quiet? Fuck, there should have been a rule book for this!
My breath catches as he moves off the bed. I watch him as he moves to the bathroom, taking his condom off on the way. I close my eyes, not sure what to do right now. How do I make it better? How do I make it all go away?
I’m startled when the bed shifts. Damon’s fingers gently pull my jockstrap off and toss it aside. Then with a wet cloth, he very gently cleans the mess I’ve made on myself. I stare with wide eyes, not breathing as he does. Unsure what to do or say. Why is he doing this? Is this normal? Is it customary for the top guy to clean up the one he fucked?
He doesn’t clean the lube from my ass but he does wipe up all the excess from my cheeks and spread through my crack and over my taint. When he’s done, he leaves the bed for the bathroom again. I’m still staring when he comes out and gets dressed.
Once he’s fully clothed, he meets my eyes. I must be looking at him like a kid just seeing the ocean for the first time because he chuckles. “You okay?”
Me?! “Yes,” I say. “You have a great dick.”
His smile grows as my face heats again. What’s wrong with me?! Why can’t I control what comes out of my mouth with this guy?
“You have a nice ass,” he says, smirking.
I try to smile but I just don’t know how right now. Me? Do I? “I—Thank you?”
Damon chuckles and moves toward the door. His smile fades. “You’re okay, Sage? I didn’t hurt you?”
Shaking my head, I sit up. The wince that I feel makes me smile at him. Too wide, I think. I can feel it in my cheeks. “I can still feel it. That was amazing. You can fuck my ass any time.”
