16
STEFAN
My heart beats so hard against the bed, Ryan has to feel it. I must be shaking the foundation of the damned house with my pulse alone.
Not to mention my dick, trapped and throbbing between my belly and the silky soft sheets. Every time Ryan had pressed into my back, my body moved just slightly, and the unintended stroking sensation that did to my cock was unimaginable. If he kept massaging me right there at my hips, I would probably have come all inside my shorts and over his slippery, soft sheets.
As it is, I’m probably leaving a huge stain of pre-cum.
No way I can hold that back even if I tried.
And now, he’s got my ass spread with his hands, my hole puckering and staring at him, and I have no idea what he wants to do with it. I’m leaving it completely up to him.
I’ve never been this fucking turned on before.
What is he going to do with it?
What the fuck am I doing?
I feel him shift slightly, my cheeks still pulled apart, exposing my hole, and then there’s a breeze down there. Breath.
It’s his breath. His face.
No way.
The next instant, there’s something warm and wet dragging its way across my hole.
I experience exactly one brief moment of wanting to protest and stop him before a thousand little shockwaves of pleasure run over my body, melting every inch of me. The effect is instant, and I succumb to the ecstasy of what his soft, slick tongue is doing as it runs across my butthole over and over again.
I’m apparently insanely sensitive down there. I didn’t know that. Yeah, I didn’t know that about my own fucking body.
And I didn’t know my body was capable of feeling like this.
Ryan Caulfield is relentless, like he’s licking his favorite ice cream cone. What the hell is it with that guy? He drives me insane with that sensitive, toe-curling feeling over and over, twenty licks, thirty licks, forty, fifty … It’s endless.
And I just grip the pillow, half-suffocate myself in its softness, and take it. The pleasure overwhelms me. Sparks pop before my eyes whether they’re open or closed. And I take it. For as long as my boy wants to go. As many licks of unimaginable pleasure as he wants to make me endure. I can fucking take it.
Then his tongue slowly presses at the hole.
No, I’m wrong.
Into the hole.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan, practically biting the pillow.
He stops instantly and lifts his head. “You alright, bro?”
“DON’T FUCKING STOP!” I growl, out of breath, hard as steel, toes curled and fingers clawing the edges of the pillow.
His warm face buries itself right back into my ass, obeying, and his tongue slides right in. I clench all my muscles again, even my ass cheeks, as I endure his insanely talented tongue.
I’m probably suffocating him with my powerful cheeks.
And yeah, they are powerful; my glutes are my pride and joy.
And apparently Ryan’s tongue is his, because he uses it with such finesse. I am melted butter in the pan of his bed. I am just a piece of meat under the tenderizing twist of his tongue.
He starts drawing circles with the tip. His tongue comes out, teases around the hole, darts back in, and works its way around.
His greedy fingers claw deeply into the meat of my ass cheeks, the pain of which makes this whole experience that much hotter. He doesn’t know I like it rough. The more he makes my muscles ache, the better. The deeper he rakes his fingers across my skin, the sexier. The more I suffer, the harder my cock gets.
He’ll learn.
Just as I’m learning that I did not know what rimming was before this moment. I only had an idea. Now I fucking know.
“Has anyone—oh fuck—ever come from a rim job?” I groan, my words muffled by the pillow.
He comes up briefly to respond, the breeze of the room racing across the valley between my ass cheeks, making my wet hole feel cold in an instant. “I don’t know, but I sure as hell need to.”
“To come from a rim job??”
“To come at all. I’m leaking everywhere.”
“Me too.”
With that, he hops right off of me as I flip onto my back. Shoving my shorts the rest of the way down, I grip my cock and, my ass still pulsing from the work Ryan did on it, I jerk like I’ve never jerked before. The pre-cum is so ample that my cock feels like it’s already lubed up, the jerking smooth and slippery.
Ryan has dropped onto the bed right next to me, on his back, and he’s jerking just as fast, just as furiously.
I catch myself turning to watch him jerk at my side.
His arm flexes with every stroke, his free hand cupping his balls as he goes crazy—just like me. We even whack off the same way.
Ryan is staring at the side of my face. I keep my eyes trained on his dick for a while, then move back to mine as I feel the edge racing toward me.
“I’m close,” I breathe, the words coming out in a hiss.
“Can you look at me?” I hear him ask, almost a whimper.
“Fuck,” I groan, “I’m so close.”
“Stefan?”
I shut my eyes instead of responding. I don’t know why that’s my reaction. My mouth won’t close as I suck air in, then pour it out, over and over, as I reach the edge.
“I’m close, too,” Ryan murmurs finally, his voice choked.
“Come with me,” I tell him, an order, face scrunching up.
“Fuck. I’m coming.” He groans, almost in pain, as he spills. It erupts in wave after wave after wave. I feel a bit of it hit my leg.
And it’s his explosion that triggers my own. I let go all over myself, howling out from my gut as I shoot, and then shoot, and then shoot, and then shoot.
All over my abs and chest.
All over my hands.
All over everything.
Then the room is filled with the jagged breaths of two boys who are no longer boys. Slowly, the breaths calm to nothing, and then there is pure, perfect silence. Neither of us move. Neither of us speak.
Fuck. What the hell just happened?