Page 346 of Seasons of Love
“Holy fuck, what was that? Don’t stop, please.”
“That, my sexy coach, was your prostate.” I add a third finger, but with the way he’s moving, I know he’s ready for me. “Just imagine when my cock rubs against that spot over and over again.”
He groans and then holds my wrist. “I’m ready. Please, Curtis.”
I have to take a slow breath before this next step. It’s been years since I topped someone. It was with a friend who discovered then that he was definitely not a bottom. The experience isn’t exactly something I want to remember.
Except it’s all I can think about now. What if I can’t do this right?
“What’s the matter?” Riley asks.
“What? Nothing.”
“You seemed lost for a moment there.”
“Just a little nervous.”
He takes the lube and squirts some directly onto my cock before spreading it around. Then he slides down on the bed, removing a couple of the pillows behind him, and aligns my cock with his hole.
“I’m all yours, baby.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Breathe out and relax for me.”
He does as I say, and maybe it’s because my cock isn’t that big—I mean, it’s perfectly proportional to my body, thank you very much. But it’s not a torpedo dick, that’s for sure.
Maybe it’s that, or maybe it’s because we’re really, truly meant for each other, but I slide in without any problems. I try to go slow, but Riley pulls me closer until I’m all the way inside him.
“God, I feel so full.”
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” I ask.
“It’s…different.”
I withdraw a little and then push back in. His mouth opens, letting out a breath with no sound, so I do it again and again until he’s moaning and asking me to keep going.
His cock, which went flaccid when I first penetrated him, is hard again.
I take it as a sign he’s enjoying this. I know I am. He’s tight and hot, and even though my hole hasn’t been invited to this party, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. The friction of my cock in his channel is enough to take me close to the edge.
“Fuck, Curtis. Faster. More.”
I change the angle of my thrusts, and he cries out as I hit his prostate over and over.
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My body is on fire and begging to roll around in the flames. I feel my orgasm cresting, like a group of firemen coming to relieve me from this pleasurable pain.
I want them to come, but I also want to send them away.
“Fuck…Curtis…don’t…stop.”
I’m holding on to him so tight that I’m not sure he has enough room to breathe. All I know is I’ve never felt like this before. I feel vulnerable but safe. Teetering on the edge but reluctant to jump.
“Riley, I’m getting close.” His voice is muffled against my chest.
We’re all groans and moans, curses and desperate touches. I don’t know if I can come like this. Every time he hits my prostate, I feel like I’m going to burst, but then it goes away.
