Page 5 of Only Time Will Tell

I couldn’t get my fingers lubed up fast enough and was in position impatiently awaiting further instruction.

“Okay, take your fingertip and rub the lube around the rim then slowly push it in. Your fingers are bigger than mine, so stop at the first knuckle and give me a sec.” As I did that Charlie lay back, eyes closed as he moaned.

Good moans or bad ones? “Am I hurting you?”

“Fuck no, it feels good. Keep going.” He pulled his knees tighter to his chest.

God, this was insane, hot and so tight. All I wanted to bury myself inside him. Patience wasn’t my friend right now.

“Now, work in a second finger.” He gasped as I slid it in. “Um, next time go a bit slower.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Oops. Deep breath, Alex.

“Spread them like scissors and stretch me. You’re um, not lacking in size and since this is my first time outside of fingers and toys, you may need to add a third finger.”

“Toys?” Was all I’d caught from that.

“Yes, Alex, I have toys. Now pay attention,” he snapped. I was learning so much about Charlie today such as, don’t withhold orgasms or he’ll bite your head off.

I slid the third finger in and worked them the way he said, then crooked them. He arched above the bed. “Do I need to stop?”

“If you stop, I will fucking kill you. You just found my prostate.” His clenched teeth were no joke. Given the mood he was in he just may try to. “Do it again.” I side eyed him and nearly asked what the magic word was, but he got the hint. “Please?”

I rubbed it a few more times, enjoying watching Charlie come undone.

“Alex. Need you,” he begged, bearing down on my fingers and fucking himself on them. I was ready to come just from witnessing that.

While we’d never had penetrative sex before, we’d only ever been with each other and already had the condom vs no condom conversation and agreed to none. I likely used far too much lube, and even though he was ready I still didn’t want to risk causing him pain. More was better than less was the motto for the night.

“Go slowly, please,” Charlie panted, gripping the bed. I paused as soon as the tip popped in. He released his death grip on the sheets and adjusted how he held his legs. “Okay, give me a little more.”

I inched in until he winced and stopped.

“It burns,” he told me. “But keep going.”

Once I’d gone as far as I could, I waited again, barely holding on myself. The grip around my cock was overwhelming. Charlie was biting his bottom lip like he was fighting through the pain, and I was afraid this was game over.

A few seconds later, and after some very deep breaths, he finally spoke. “Go ahead and move now.”

This wasn’t going to last long, at least not for me. Fighting back the urge to go fast was a challenge. After a couple of slow drags, I hit that spot again. He shuddered and moaned, “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Keep going.”

“Charlie, I’m not gonna last long. You’re so fucking tight my balls are screaming.” Fuck, the intensity was off the charts.

“I’m almost there.” He started jerking himself off. “Okay…okay…okay,” he chanted. “Alex. Fuck. Gonna. Come.”

Charlie clinched around me as he came and sent me over the edge with him. This was one of those seeing stars moments I’d previously called BS on when someone said. Boy, was I wrong.

I collapsed on top of him, my arms were no longer able to hold my weight. “Holy crap, babe, that was incredible,” I said once I caught my breath.

“Can’t…breathe…” he gasped.

“Shit, sorry.” I rolled over and out of bed to grab a washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned us both up. Lube was a bitch to wipe off, and we’d likely have to wash the sheets. But that was a worry for tomorrow. “How do you feel?”

“It hurt like hell and felt incredible at the same time. Definitely wanna do that again.” Not sure if I’d been on the receiving end if I’d have felt the same way. “What about you?”

“Me? Outside of worrying about hurting you, it was fucking amazing.” I leaned over and kissed him, tossed the rag toward the bathroom and slid in bed beside him.

“I love you,” my sleepy Charlie murmured as he cuddled up to me.