Page 44 of Double Dared
His hole tightened around my fingers, and I stopped moving, holding my breath for a moment until I could feel him relax. Then, inhaling again, I worked his hole loose and slick with two, then three fingers. My other hand traveled down the length of Harrison’s torso to hold on to his dick, touching him freely and not even freaking out. He was rock hard and wet with precum, throbbing in my hand just as his hole tightened and relaxed around my fingers.
He moved his hand between us and reached for my cock, holding it firmly and stroking it occasionally, just enough to drive me mad with lust.
My forearm burned, muscles exhausted as I worked him harder, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling the scent of his skin and sweat, kissing him, licking the length of his neck and the vein pulsing hard beneath the surface. My tongue reached his ear, and I closed my teeth around its soft part, biting it hard and exhaling, my hand moving faster, harder, as Harrison thrust his hips back against me.
He grunted suddenly and pulled his head away,looking into my eyes. “You’re killing me, Taylor,” he said. “Killing me.”
I grinned, my fingers massaging his hole gently now.
“I want you to fuck me,” he said.
My confidence was a great deal higher after some serious foreplay. He would tell me if I did something wrong. But it was more than that. Touching him made me aware of what it felt like to be touched that way. Fingering him made me feel what it would be like to be fingered just the same. Stroking his dick felt like I was doing it to myself. I could be one with him, feel what he felt, see what he saw, and do what he wanted me to do.
So I slipped on a condom and poured lube down the length of my dick before stroking myself.
Harrison closed his fists and planted them on the carpet again, kneeling before me, his ass slick and glistening with lube that spread over his skin.
I moved closer to Harrison, watching the planes of his broad back, the tapering waist, the round ass, and the beads of sweat that had collected along his spine. He inhaled, rising a little, and waited for me to make a move. Yet I stood there not because I didn’t want more but because he was so beautiful that I wanted to commit him to my memory and take the image to my grave. I wanted to remember him like this forever and after.
I reached for my dick and pressed the tip gently against Harrison’s hole, giving him a moment to relax.Sensing the tension leave his muscles, I leaned in an inch, then an inch more.
He exhaled with a groan, hips moving forward and away from me. The tension returned to the muscles in his back, but he swung his hips toward me and pressed himself so hard against my dick that I felt it probe and break some invisible, inconceivable barrier between us, and I sank into the warmth of his body with thunderous triumph. I slapped both of my hands on his hips and held him as the sensation made my dick throb hard and in rapid succession.
With my fingers sinking achingly deep into Harrison’s waist, I pulled him back and let myself see how far I could go and how much he could take. I led the way, but I was completely focused on Harrison’s body, on his muscles, on the response coming quietly from him. I listened to him when he pulled back from me, and I let him set the pace anew, until I was so deep inside him that I could just wrap my arms around his torso and lift him up.
I needed to feel so much more of him. I needed all of him to touch me, to be pressed against me, and that was what I did. I held him close, arms coiled tight so he couldn’t break from me even if he wanted to, and he lifted his hands to my forearms again, holding on to me as I let my hips do the work.
I fucked him slowly, reaching deep into him and making us both huff and moan. His panting breaths were music to my ears, even as the speakers filled the room with the litany of moments and conceptsand words, all of them eclipsed by the moon as the last song came to its end and the needle scratched the empty part of the record, the handle lifting and returning to its place.
My body moved with Harrison, totally synchronized, as sweat covered my skin and his, rubbing between his back and my front. I swung my hips harder, fucking him faster and searching for a line at which he would tell me to slow down.
Yet all I found was Harrison whispering and panting, saying, “Harder. Fuck me harder, Taylor.”
So I did, as sweat matted my hair and my abs burned with exertion. I fucked him hard and loud, my left hand rising to his neck, fingers coiling around it, sliding higher, crossing his chin and finding his open mouth.
I thrust three fingers into his mouth and cupped his chin with my palm as I grunted into his ear, inhaling the scent of his shampoo and biting his ear again.
Harrison sucked my fingers with reverence, like worship and ritual, while I fucked him with obsession, losing myself in him, becoming him, feeling him everywhere in me, too. He thrust my right hand down his body, over his tense, steel-like abs, and to his hard dick. He held on to my forearms while I pressed my fingers deeper into his mouth, and while I stroked the length of his throbbing cock to the end.
I could feel him getting there. Hell, I could feel myself teetering on the edge of it for the entire evening,only one careless moment away from reaching the climax of a very long and difficult journey that had led us here. I held back, waited, and forced myself to bring him there first.
Harrison gave a choked moan over my fingers as his entire body coiled with tension. I fucked him just the same, neither faster nor harder, as his dick pulsed in my hand and hot cum spilled over my fingers.
He cried out, and I let my fingers slide from his mouth and down his neck, holding him gently and jerking him off for a few wonderful, glorious moments longer. When the last of his cum had dripped down my hand and fallen over the floor, I swung my hips a little faster, letting go of the restraints and coming hard while inside of him.
Harrison’s grunts grew louder, and I wondered what it felt like to be fucked after coming. I could almost feel the sensitivity in all the parts of his body, could feel the way his nerve endings lit up, could feel the sensation in his toes and his eyes and deep in his chest.
So when I came, I gripped him hard and close to myself, standing still, my mouth pressed against his shoulder, the salty flavor of sweat reaching my tongue. I heaved air into my lungs, unable to move. Small shock waves still passed through my body.
Even my breaths were quick and shallow, like little bursts of disbelief.
Harrison moved gently away from me, and I felt his absence immediately. Without him, I wasn’t lighterbut heavier. I was colder, grimmer, lonelier than when we were so close together that I couldn’t tell us apart.
But when he wrapped his hand around my wrist and lay on his back, naked on the carpet, I came down with him.
On my hand and his abs were still streaks of his cum, and I pressed my fingers against one, dragging it across his abs, gazing at it in fascination. I’d just had sex with a guy. With an incredible, wonderful guy, but a guy nonetheless. And it felt…
It felt right.
