by T S McKinney
“What do you mean?” He asked. “You know how much I’ve always wanted you. This shouldn’t come as a surprise.” He kissed the inside of my wrist—the one that held him imprisoned in my embrace.
“You hated me this morning, angel,” I countered. “It’s hard to imagine that a free buffet breakfast, selection of poolside chairs, and rubbing you down in sunscreen could be responsible for such a reversal of feelings. What gives?”
Why was I talking so much? Arizona was the man I’d always wanted. Why fight it? He was offering. I should accept it.
He shrugged. “I’m horny, okay? You’re horny.” Another shrug. “Seems to me that we could help each other out with our…problem.”
This was not the way I wanted Ari for the first time. I might try to come across as a badass—hell, I might be a badass in every other aspect of my life, but with Ari, I’d somehow managed to picture champagne with strawberries, rose-fucking-petals, and heart-shaped bubbles floating in the air while we made love. That fantasy, according to what I was currently witnessing with Ari, was just that…a fantasy. Apparently, my idea of releasing him so he could fly in his youth had worked—way much more than I was comfortable with. The man struggling in my arms was a man on a mission.
A mission to be properly fucked.
Hell, he was right—we both had a problem…why not deal with it?
Because my heart didn’t feel like fucking—it felt like loving.
When I finally managed to calm his squirming down, I asked, “Ari, are you sure this is what you want, angel?”
He nibbled his bottom lip. “Why do you call me that? I’m so far from an angel that you probably shouldn’t say my name and the word angel in the same sentence.”
It had always driven him crazy that he didn’t know where his nickname came from. I saw no reason to change things up now. “Stop changing the subject,” I ordered. “Where’s this coming from?”
He pouted for a second, nibbling at his bottom lip and then answered, “Do I get a birthday fuck or not?”
The thoughts of me being nothing more than a birthday fuck to Ari left an ache throughout my body, but I quickly realized that if this was all Ari wanted from me, I’d take what he offered…and hope for more. “Of course, you get a birthday fuck,” I answered in a voice I hoped didn’t sound the way I felt. “Are you sure? Are you okay with it being me?”
Shy Ari was back for a second when he answered quietly, “I’ve always been okay with it being you, Eli. You were the one that had reservations, not me.”
Then, like a poof of Disney magic, shy Ari disappeared and the more aggressive, beg for a birthday fuck, Ari reappeared. There was only a slight tremble to his hands when he shoved away from me and then shimmied out of his pink speedos. His cheeks turned pinker than the swimsuit he’d just tossed across the room, but that didn’t stop him from sashaying over to the built-in nightstand and checking the top drawer. Apparently, he’d known I would place the condoms and lube he’d packed in his luggage next to the bed.
I noted that the shake in his hands was more significant as he withdrew the items we’d need, carefully placed them on the edge of the table, and climbed onto the bed. I was just about to tell him how goddamn beautiful he was when he moved to the center of the bed and positioned himself to where he was on his hands and knees—head down and ass in the air. My mouth went dry and all air escaped my lungs as I took in the erotic, yet confusing, view he offered. For a few seconds, I allowed dirty images to float through my head—images of him with colorful ropes twisted and tied around his bronzed flesh. Images of his lean legs locked in place with a spreader bar. Images of him captured in a web of hemp while I fucked him into oblivion.
As quickly as they came, though, I tossed them away. Ari had made it clear he wasn’t at all interested in that sort of entertainment. Regardless of how badly I might want it, Ari didn’t, and I was willing to be what he wanted…instead of what I was.
Pushing away from the door, I stalked across the room, my eyes locked on the lovely present on our bed. Hell, it felt like my fucking birthday. “Wow, angel. No foreplay? Are you in the mood for a wham-bam-thank you-ma’am? Fast and hard?”
His brow crinkled as he turned his head to look at me. “Huh?”
The confused expression on his face was so damn cute, I couldn’t help but laugh, which made him frown even more. Never one for the seductive dance of a sexy undressing, I yanked my trunks off and tossed them aside. I had one knee on the edge of the bed when Ari changed positions and turned himself to where he was on his knees and facing me. His eyes were locked on my cock and the beautiful green darkened to a color I’d never seen in the depths before.
“Holy shit, Eli,” he murmured. “When did you do that?” He nodded toward my Prince Albert piercing. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to touch me but was afraid to.
“A couple of years ago,” I answered as I finished climbing onto the bed. “It’s a Prince Albert piercing. Surely you’ve come across one? Seen one before? Been fucked by somebody with one?” That shit right there hurt really bad to say. Really fucking bad.
“Nope,” he answered softly. “Never in all my fucks have I seen one. Does it hurt?” His eyes darted up toward mine. “Will it hurt me?”
Never in all his fucks? Oh yeah…that hurt really, really fucking bad.
“No, it doesn’t hurt—either one of us. If anything, it should heighten your pleasure. It does mine.” While Ari seemed mesmerized by my cock, my body collided with his, and I had him pinned to the bed, beneath me, right where he belonged—where he’d always belonged. “I’ve missed you, angel,” I whispered before my lips attacked his. Now that the moment was finally here, it seemed like I wouldn’t be able to get inside of him fast enough. “I know you don’t believe it or probably don’t even care, but I thought about you every day we were apart.”
Maybe he was going to argue…maybe even agree with my comment about him not caring…but I didn’t give him a chance to respond before claiming his lips again. He kissed me with the same hunger I gave him. Fuck, he could kiss—always had been the best fucking kisser in the damn world. There’d been times back when we’d dated that we had spent hours on his couch, just kissing.
Tasting and exploring.
Wanting, but holding back.
Nothing had changed—his lips were still magical.
Big difference this time, though. We were naked. Both of us. I felt his cock—hard, leaking, and pushing against my lower stomach with an impatience that was all Ari. His legs, long and lean, entwined with my own. His hands—God bless those hands. They touched me everywhere. He explored every inch he could reach, worshipping me with enough awe that he made me think I was special. Such dangerous thoughts he caused me to have.
My hand tangled in his long hair and I used it as a way to hold his head immobile. He whimpered in frustration when my lips pulled away from his. I couldn’t help it. I needed to see him. I needed to look into his eyes. My angel. Mine.
The dark hair, so different than his usual blond waves but just as beautiful, was a stark contrast to the white bedding. I could still pick up his own unique scent—even with the strong coconut smell of the sunscreen mixed with his woodsy and citrus blend. His body was harder, and his boyish build had turned into lean muscles.
“Mine,” I whispered, the same I always had after we’d spent hours kissing and making out back in college.
Without hesitation, he answered, “Yours.”
The same way he always had.
Everything felt the same, but I knew things were so fucking different.
“Seriously, Eli,” he mocked, interrupting my thoughts. “You’re really overthinking this.” He cocked a brow. “I mean, you’ve done this before, right?”
His voice sounded almost hopeful, like he wanted to have more experience than me when it came to the bedroom. I assumed it stemmed from his opinion that he was always one step behind everybody else.
Chuckling, I answered, “I’ve done it a few
times.” I licked the side of his jawline. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing. You’ll be more than satisfied when we’re finished.”
His hips bucked against mine. “We have to start if we ever plan on finishing. I need you inside of me, Eli. Now,” he stressed.
“I always knew you’d be a bossy bottom.” After that, I dropped my head to toy with his nipples. I remembered how super sensitive they were. Before long, he was writhing and whimpering…practically pleading with me to end his torment. Hell, we were both in torment. My cock begged to be inside of him. His leaked so badly that my stomach and chest were damp with his pre-cum.
Unable to wait much longer but knowing he needed to be properly prepared, I leaned away from him and said, “Hands and knees. Now,” I said, using the same urgent tone he’d used on me only minutes ago.
I felt a tremble go through his entire body but when he hustled so quickly to get into place, I knew I had to have imagined it. While he scrambled into position, I grabbed the lube and coated my fingers with the lubricant. “Spread your legs wider,” I demanded, knowing I needed to see as much of him as I could—it was if I’d waited my entire life for this moment.
He obliged and looked over his shoulder. His grin was both sassy and worried. The piercing must really have him concerned. It need not worry him; I was about to rock his world. With my fingers coated, I snapped the lid back onto the lube and reached for his cheeks. I spread them wide and exposed his puckered hole. Fuck, he was perfect, just like I’d always known he would be.
“Eli?” he asked softly, his voice muffled by the mattress.
“Just enjoying the view, angel. Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
“Fuck, I feel…weird,” he countered. His ass wiggled as he added, “Not used to people staring at that spot. How about your cock there instead of your eyes?”
“Hmmm…how about something else?” I answered. Before he could answer, I dipped my head and swiped the sensitive flesh with my tongue. He squealed in surprise, shocking me with the possibility that he’d never been rimmed before. Holy hell…how I wished that were true. I’d love to be the first anything. I continued to work my tongue on the outside of his opening, swishing all around, teasing and tickling until his whimpers and moans grew louder and even more uncontrolled. When it sounded like he couldn’t take anymore, I plunged my tongue inside him as deep as possible. His body jerked uncontrollably, and a scream erupted from his lips. I answered by pushing down on the center of his back and holding him immobile. After working him as loose as possible with my tongue, and enjoying every damn minute of it, I pulled out and immediately slid a lubed finger inside his tight opening. While my finger slid inside, making his internal walls clinch tightly around me, I also reached between his spread legs and pulled his hardened cock back between his legs. His dick was thin but long, so it was a perfect fit for what I had in mind. When I’d finished, I had his hole, balls, and the tip of his cock all lined up…ready for fun torture.
“Holy fuck, Eli!” he rasped as he once again raised up on his elbows since both my hands were in use and I couldn’t hold him down any longer. “What…what?” He searched for the right words but couldn’t seem to find them.
“Shoulders and chest flat against the mattress, angel. I want this ass as high in the air as I can have it.”
“Oh fuck,” he answered softly, but his body immediately moved to obey. A glistening drop of cum beaded at the slit of his cock and I dropped my head to lap it up. He screamed. I smiled. I’d always wondered how vocal he’d be in the bedroom, and it looked like I had my answer.
Very vocal.
For the next few minutes, I busied myself by stretching his hole with one finger and then two. All the while, I kept him distracted from the burn by mouthing his balls and the head of his dick. He busied himself by wiggling uncontrollably, cursing me with all the cuss word in his vocabulary one minute, and then pronouncing his undying devotion in the next minute. When I was finally able to work three fingers into his tight hole, I told myself he was ready to accommodate my dick.
I was more than fucking ready to stuff him to capacity. Using skills I hadn’t even know I possessed, I kept the three fingers buried deep inside him, used my teeth to rip the condom open, and then managed to work it onto my throbbing length with only one hand. The way my hands trembled with excitement and lust, I kinda felt like I was an Olympic medalist in condom placement after the achievement.
For Ari’s part, he was busy rocking against my fingers, fucking himself on the digits while I’d become distracted with the condom. Fuck, it was a glorious sight. So fucking glorious that I nearly came right then and there. Hell, I was so sensitive that a slight breeze blowing against my cock could probably set off orgasmic fireworks. It would be humiliating if I came like a teenager as soon as I buried my length inside him.
Realizing time wasn’t on my side, I withdrew my fingers and lined the head of my cock against his opening and pushed inside before his muscles had time to tighten back up again. Only the tip slipped inside and past the tight ring of muscles before Ari’s entire body froze and a yelp of pain slipped from his lips. Before I had time to react to what I planned, his body jack-knifed into an awkward arch. The sudden movement, unfortunately, caused him to finish impaling himself on my length…which led to another string of curse words and a half-hearted attempt to crawl away from being skewered. Unsure of what was wrong, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tightly against me. “Shhhh, angel, it’s okay,” I murmured to him softly as I stroked his quivering stomach muscles. “I’m sorry. I thought you were ready.”
I watched as his eyes widened a fraction and then he turned his head to look at me, a look of pure wonderment on his expressive face. “Oh. My. God. You’re inside me,” he whispered. “I feel your fucking heartbeat inside of me.”
Confused, I answered, “Uh…yeah. What’s wrong?” A thought struck me. “Is it the piercing? Shit, if it’s the piercing, I can take it out.” I’d never come across anybody that hadn’t found that it increased their pleasure, but with my luck, Ari would be the first.
“No…no,” he answered softly. “No, it’s good.” He wiggled his ass, bit his bottom lip, and added, “Just different, I guess. Give me a minute.”
I ended up giving around closer to three minutes before I felt his body begin to relax. Not moving…not thrusting inside of him with all my strength had placed me firmly in the darkest corner of hell. That was okay, though, because the look on Ari’s face had slowly transformed from terrified to heavenly. Cautiously, he flexed his hips and then rocked forward and back again—only moving a couple of inches…but it was a couple inches away from hell and closer to heaven for me.
“Oh…that’s not bad; that’s not bad at all,” he said. “For a few minutes there, you had me scared—didn’t think I was going to be able to do it.”
I frowned. “Do what? Handle the piercing?” How in the fucking hell could he be putting sentences together right now?
“Yeah, that’s it—handle the piercing,” he answered. “It’s…nicer than what I’d thought it would ever be.” He nibbled his bottom lip and looked over his shoulder at me again. “I, uh, think I’m ready for you to move now.”
“Sure?” Weirdest sex conversation ever.
“Only one way to find out.” He rocked forward again, this time much further, and then slid back on my length. “Holy motherfucking, sweet Jeezus. That feels delicious.”
And that was all I needed to know. I reached forward to grab both his wrists and pulled them to where they were captured behind his back, right above his ass. His chest hit the mattress and his ass rose higher in the air. I used his wrists as a way to hold him in place as I pulled nearly all the way out and they slammed into him again. He grunted but followed that sound with a moan of pleasure. After that, there was no holding me back. I held his hands tightly and fucked him hard. When the images of his hands being tied with bright rope instead of being held by my hands entered my mind, I pushed them aside. This wa
s just as good. Anything with Ari would always be enough.
The bed rocked, and Ari’s body bounced erotically from the impact. His cock, swollen to maximum size, swung wildly between his legs with each of my thrusts. I tilted my hips and then lowered his position just enough that the angle would cause me to hit his prostate and, just as important, cause the head of his cock to swipe the fluffy comforter each time I slammed into him. The first time I nailed his prostate, he screamed so loud that I feared somebody might call for security. After that, though, it was just mumbled words that made no sense. When I tapped that sensitive nerve bundle five times, his orgasm hit and strings of cum coated the comforter.
Between seeing that and watching my own dick disappear into the man I’d always loved, I felt my own orgasm slam into me. As his walls contracted around my cock, I emptied my spunk into the condom, wishing I was spilling into him and marking him as my own. To say that I saw fireworks, my life flash before my eyes, and felt a warmth invade my heart could easily be called an overstatement…but it was true. I was finally home…inside the man of all my fantasies.
It was the happiest moment of my life.
Carefully, I eased out of his body, noting the grimace of discomfort on his face when I did so. Gently, I moved him into a comfortable position—careful not to deposit him into the cum he’d shot onto the bedding, and said, “Let me grab a washcloth. I’ll be right back, angel.”
Inside the bathroom, I let the water get nice and warm before coating the washcloth. While the water ran, I looked into the mirror. Did I look different? Now that I finally had everything I wanted, was I the same? A little voice in the back of my head whispered almost everything you wanted, but I stomped it down. Ari was my everything.
With the warm rag in my hand, I walked back into the cabin and toward the bed. He turned and smiled at me, causing my heart to swell even more.
“Thank Jeezus, I finally got that over with,” he said in an excited voice…causing my swelling heart to deflate in an instant.
