Page 62 of Proof Of Life
Who would I even be without him? I can barely remember the man I was before him. But without him? I’m nothing.
He dips his finger into the crease between my cheeks. “You have a sweet ass, you know that? Been wanting to touch it all day.”
I pop it out so it’s rounded and firm. Brandt drops to his knees and spreads me open, and I feel the wet tip of his soft tongue tickle my hole. Electric sparks run under my skin like a live current, igniting my lust.
“I love your taste. Love to watch you shudder.”
And then he tongue-fucks my ass like he’s chasing his own orgasm. With his hands gripping my hips, he shoves his face deep and bounces my ass against his mouth like I’m riding his tongue. I wish I could see it from another angle because I bet it’s fucking hot. I’m dying to touch my cock, but he told me to leave my hands on the wall.
He might stop if I don’t obey, and if he stops… I’ll die.
My breaths come hard and fast as heat builds inside me like a pressure cooker. The obscene slurping and groaning noises coming from his mouth are working me into a primal frenzy, desperate for more, more of anything and everything. I’m ready for all of it.
He straightens to his full height and disappears, and I glance over my shoulder to see where he’s gone. His nightstand. He rummages through the top drawer and grabs a bottle of clear liquid, shucking his pants and underwear on his way back to me. The heat of his body warms my back as he leans over my shoulder, peppering my collarbone and neck with sucking kisses. I can feel his fist bumping against my ass and know he’s stroking himself. My heart kicks into a faster rhythm, wondering what he’s about to do to me.
The dizzy swirl in my head, my body burning with heat, libido in overdrive, it’s all too much, and I lose my balance, my good leg beginning to buckle. Fucking vertigo.
Brandt catches me, reaching around my waist, and his big, calloused hands stroke over my abs and across my chest. “Steady,” he whispers in my ear. His slick cock rubs through my crease, catching on my rim with each pass. It’s a tease, a mindfuck, because I know he wants to slip inside of me, but he’s holding himself back. I push back against him, begging for a little more. The fear is gone this time, replaced by longing and jealousy from earlier at the bar. I want him inside me. I’m so fucking ready. I’m too horny to let my inhibitions cloud my judgment.
Brandt taps my hole with his finger, and I push back again.
“You want it, don’t you?” It’s not a question. More of an observation. He knows what I want. He also knows I’m too much of a coward to voice the words.
I answer with a moan.
He slides the tip of his finger past my rim, and immediately I feel full, but no pain. His finger isn’t thick enough to hurt. The sensation sets my body on fire as he slowly slides in and out, and when he curls his finger and brushes over my prostate, I bang my head into the wall as my body tenses.
“Holy fuck!” I scream. He chuckles in my ear, his breath hot on my neck, making the fine hairs rise. “More,” I beg, hoping he’ll give me another finger.
“I’ve got plenty more. I’ll give you as much as you can take.”
Jesus, yeah. I want to take it all.
I feel a mild burn as he stretches me wider, and I can’t imagine what his cock will feel like, but I’m horny enough not to care. “Right there,” I breathe as he rubs over the spot again.
“You love it, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes. More.”
He thrusts his fingers harder, deeper, fucking me with them as I push back, meeting him halfway. His knuckles dig into my cheeks and my chest tightens as I hold my breath, trying to stave off the wave of heat gathering within me. He continues to light me up from the inside and I realize I’m fucking him. I’m the one doing all the work, begging for it like a desperate, needy bottom.
“Fuck, Wes. You should see how hot you look.”
He loves this, wants me as much as I want him, and feeling awkward and out of my comfort zone is the last thing on my mind. I don’t even tense when he slips his fingers out and pushes his swollen cockhead against my hole. His hands come around my chest again, like a hug as he grinds his shaft through my cheeks like he’s fucking into me.
I want it. Want him. Want him inside of me.
The pressure increases as he presses harder. “Do it,” I hiss, daring him to enter me. My chest hurts from how fast and hard my heart is beating.
“Relax, breathe out.” His lips suck a dark spot on my neck and when he breaches my rim, he bites my skin to deflect where the pain is centered. The burn forces the breath from my lungs in an agonized gasp, and I freeze up. “Let me in,” he purrs, licking at my bruised neck, and with a deep breath, I let go and open for him as I release it. “That’s it.” His voice is a soft caress in my ear, urging me to trust him, to relax into him.
He moves in and out, slowly, as my breath comes in fits and starts, sharp little gasps and breathy moans as his rhythm changes. In just minutes, the intense burn is replaced by an electric fire that licks through my lower half and makes my dick harder than it’s ever been. The feeling of fullness is foreign and so intense, like nothing I’ve ever felt, and I’m already addicted to it.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.” He sucks in a sharp breath as he withdraws and plunges back in. “Knew it would feel this good.” He drops his forehead on my shoulder and digs his fingers deeper, tightening his grip on my hips as he slams into me, setting a faster, harder pace. “Look how good you take my cock.”
Damn, his words are lighting me up. I love it, being talked to like this, being on the receiving end of sex for the first time in my life. Being with Brandt is a first, and it’s a memory I'll take with me to my grave.
I slap my palm against the wall as he thrusts into me, and I can feel my balls draw up tight against my body, heavy with my unspent release. He buries himself to the hilt, and I feel his cock pulse.