Page 37 of Narrow Margins
“I think I can manage that, for the thirty minutes it takes to get home. Then all bets are off, baby.” I laugh as Corrie starts the engine and storms away from the house. Traffic is surprisingly light on the way home and we get back in record time.
“Quick enough for you?” Corrie asks.
“Give me a few minutes, Corr; I just need to get sorted.” I kiss him gently and leave him in his room as I head off to mine. I’ve been a good boy and have done some research and know how to prep myself properly. I simply don’t want to do it all with Corrie around, so I grab my gear and head off to the bathroom. It doesn’t take me long and, all clean and smooth—inside and out—I saunter back to Corrie.
Hearing the shower running, I head straight for his bathroom. Stepping in, I watch hot water pummeling Corrie’s tight body, his eyes closed as he scrubs shampoo through his hair. I catch him humming something but can’t tell what it is. My mouth goes dry as foam runs down his body, sliding over his dick.
“Room for another in there?” I strip back out of my clothes and step in next to him.
Corrie tips his head under the water one last time before looking at me, “I got tired of waiting, I thought I’d better start by myself.”
“I hope you’re just talking about washing, baby? Otherwise you are in the shit.” I chuckle and grab his shampoo and start to wash my hair; the crash helmet always leaves my head sweaty, I’m so ready to wash it all away.
I feel Corrie’s hands in my hair, “Here, let me.” He whispers. Removing my hands, he massages my scalp as my hands stroke his waist up to his ribs, then follow the ridges and hollows of his spine. His muscles tense under my fingers as I knead the hard globes of his ass. Caressing the crease at the top of his thighs, I hear him gasp as I slide one finger up the crack then stroke back down again.
Corrie cants my head back and looks deeply into my eyes, searching for my promise, considering my commitment to him. He must have found what he was looking for because, with a deep, feral groan, his mouth hits mine. His lips press firmly down then start to nibble across my top lip, pulling it between his teeth, he repeats the action on my lower lip. His hands soothing down my back, he cups my ass and pulls me against his body.
“We need to get out of here, before I fall on my ass.” Corrie’s voice is pure lust, spiking through my body and sending shivers over the surface of my skin.
I step back and let him grab his towel to dry off and then use his crutches to get him into his bedroom. Snatching the body wash, I quickly soap my body and rinse off. I’m two minutes behind him when I step into the bedroom.
“Fuck, you look good there! I see you’re all prepared.” I glance at the bottle of lube and condoms on the side. Suddenly, I’m nervous. Excited but nervous. Corrie is blessed with a long, thick and fucking beautiful dick, but, now, it plainly looks huge.
Lying on the bed, his head propped up on pillows, Corrie has one hand behind his head, looking totally relaxed. I’m transfixed as his other hand travels slowly down his chest and abdomen and through the short-clipped hair above his glorious dick and smooth balls. When he grips his dick, and starts to leisurely pump his length, I come out of my trance and clamber up onto the bed.
My nerves disappear as want takes over again. “That’s my job, I think.” I gaze over his body, not sure where I want to start. “Are you sure about this now? Are you sure of me, Corrigan? Because I need to know that, when we do this, you are serious about me, about us as a couple. That you trust me.”
“I am, you are everything I want. I’m sorry it took me so long, I trust you completely. Do you trust me?” His eyes bore into mine as we lie facing each other.
“Corrigan Deschamps, I trust you with my fucking life.” I haul him towards me, but he takes it further and rolls me onto my back, trapping me under his body. His forearms bear his weight but I feel his cock against mine.
“So, how about I fuck you into this mattress then?” His deep voice burns inside me as he ducks his head down to kiss me.
As Corrie’s mouth touches mine, a moan whimpers from me, my hands slick into his damp hair, holding him close. As his tongue slips and slides into my mouth then tangles with mine, I feel his hips tilt. His dick rubs against mine, causing me to rock my hips up to his.
Corrie breaks our kiss, his lips swollen and red. “Shit, Griff. I had this all planned in my head, everything I wanted to do to you. To take it slow, but now? Now I just want to pound into you!”
“Baby, we’ve got all night to take it easy. I know the moment you touch my dick I’m gonna come like a fucking train. I just want you inside me.” I push my hips up again, rubbing myself against him; I feel moisture against the head of my dick, is it my pre-cum or his?
I push Corrie and roll him onto his back, my hand grasps both of our dicks and I start to jerk us off with long, slow strokes. Coating my hand in our juices, I ease the glide of our dicks against each other. Corrie’s hands grip my ass, my thighs straddling the top of his. Pushing myself to sit up, I maintain a tight hold of our cocks, continuing to stroke us together. We gaze at my hand as it pumps lazily up our stiff lengths.
Corrie reaches across and grabs the lube and a condom, squeezing the liquid onto two of his fingers. My stomach clenches in anticipation but I raise slightly to give him easy access to my ass, bursting out a short laugh as his fingers slide slowly down my crack.
“Fuck, that’s cold!” I chuckle but stop as his finger reaches my pucker. Corrie circles my hole with featherlight strokes then presses reverently before going back to gently teasing my hole.
“Ready for a bit more?” Corrie nudges his finger with a bit more pressure this time when I nod. My eyes are fixed on his, reading every emotion coursing through his mind. “Relax, Griff, let me in.”
My hand has stilled as the tip of his finger slides inside me. I moan, I can’t hold it back. Pushing onto him, my body lets him deeper inside me.
“Oh, Griff, baby, if only you could see how amazing you look.” Corrie whispers in wonder.
“I need more, Corr, I want more.” After only one finger, I’m begging for more. Corrie pushes in further and sweeps across a spot inside me. Fuck, I’m seeing stars. “Again. Fuck, baby, do that again.”
Corrie chuckles and slides across my prostate again. I read all about it and its powers but, hell, it’s so much better than I imagined. I mewl as his finger slides out of me, leaving me feeling empty. Exactly how fucking great is his dick going to feel inside me this time around? My mind stops working when I feel more pressure and what must be two fingers inside me.
“Take a breath, my love, breathe through it.” His hand stills as he breaches the ring of muscles. “Fuck, you are so tight. This is gonna be so good.”
I push down on his fingers again and tilt my hips as I ride his fingers. I feel the burn as he stretches me, preparing me for his dick, but it feels so damn good.