What He Left Behind(43)

Stay with me, Michael.

I press harder. This time, he takes my finger easily. As I work a second one in, meeting only minimal resistance, I start on his cock again, and his long, throaty groan brings a shudder out of me.

“Holy f*ck,” he murmurs. “That feels amazing.”

I take his cock deeper in my mouth. At the same time, I crook my fingers inside him. His cock stiffens against my tongue, and his moans reverberate across my nerve endings. More than once, I’m certain he’s on the edge—arching, cursing, shuddering. I’m surprised my body isn’t trembling just from the exhilaration of hearing and feeling him surrender like this.

“Josh.” He moans again. “Fuck me.”

My skin prickles and my balls tighten. “Are you—”

“Yes.”

I withdraw my fingers, and Michael bites his lip and writhes on the mattress, clawing at the sheets as he does.

“Please,” he murmurs. “Fuck me. Oh my God, I want you.”

I can barely breathe but manage to whisper, “Likewise.” Though my heart is racing with apprehension as well as arousal, I put some lube on me and on him and sit up between his legs.

I press against him. He’s tense again, so I start to back off, but he grabs my arm.

“No.” He licks his lips. “Just go slow. I want this.”

“You’ll tell me if it hurts?”

Michael nods vigorously. “Definitely. Just don’t stop.”

“I won’t unless you tell me to.” I hesitate a few seconds longer and then apply just a little more pressure. He’s tight, but not like he was that first time we tried this, when he could barely take me at all.

“Breathe, Michael,” I whisper, still leaning against him, though not quite enough to push in. “I won’t hurt you. Ever. I only want you to feel good.”

Michael swallows.

“There’s no hurry. Breathe.”

He takes in a long breath through his nose. Lets it out slowly. Draws another. Starts to let that one go.

Then he bears down.

And the head of my cock is inside him.

And we both stop.

My eyes water. My balance wobbles, but I grip his legs to keep myself steady.

“Fuck…” He stares up at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. “Holy…”

I gently press in farther, and his helpless whimper makes my cock even harder. “This good?”

“So good.” He bites his lip as I work myself deeper. Before long, I’m moving easily, and he’s taking every inch of my cock without that impossible resistance from before.

“Tell me how,” I breathe. “Hard? Slow?”

“Slow at first.” Michael closes his eyes and arches beneath me. “Just…want to enjoy it.”

Oh, I’ll let you enjoy it as long as you want.

I ride him as slowly as I can stand it. He’s still tight, but with every motion of my hips, he’s relaxing. Yielding to me. Taking me deep, biting his lip whenever I pull out and whimpering softly every time I push back in.

“Is this—”

“M-more.” Michael’s eyes are closed, and he’s stroking himself in time with my slow, fluid motions. “You feel…so good.”

“So do you.” I rock my hips a little faster. Not quite thrusting, but giving him more than before, and he groans as he tightens around me.

“Oh my God,” he breathes. “So…good…”

“Fuck, yeah. I could—oh f*ck!” My climax catches me completely off guard. One second I’m taking my sweet time, enjoying the slick, fluid strokes, and the next, I can’t breathe. I can’t get deep enough inside him. I throw my head back, my hips jerking and toes curling and my vision blurring as release takes over, and then I slump over him with just enough presence of mind to avoid resting my full weight on his chest.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, pulling out carefully. “That was, uh, unexpected.”

He laughs, letting his fingertips drift up my back, which my suddenly sensitive nerve endings can barely handle. I shiver hard and, without thinking about it, grab his arm and pin it to the bed. Panic prickles the back of my neck. Oh God.

But Michael moans softly and presses his hard cock against me. “If you’re gonna be like that, I might have to f*ck you.”

I lift up and blink in surprise.

He grins. “Please?”

“I’m not gonna say no. Are you—” But I don’t need to ask if he’s sure. Whatever hang-ups he had earlier, they’re gone now, and his eyes are filled with more boldness and certainty than I’ve seen in…hell, years.

“Get on your back.” He pulls me down for a quick kiss. “I like this position.”

“M-me too.” A lot. Holy f*ck. Especially when my limbs are still made of rubber. “Go easy, though. Just came.”

“Of course.” He reaches for the lube, and I roll onto my back. After he’s lubed himself up, he positions himself. Twin crevices form between his eyebrows as he steadies his cock with one hand and guides himself to me. He presses against me, glances up to meet my gaze, and a little grin appears on his lips right as he pushes forward. I push back, and for the first time in so many years, Michael’s inside me. And I didn’t know how much I wanted that, how much I’d missed that, until just now, and as he works himself deeper, my eyes sting.