Don’t You Dare

Those four words every guy loves to hear take a minute to register in my brain. Way longer than normal, but maybe that’s because of who said them, rather than the needy plea he spoke them with.

That’s all it takes for the nerves to come rushing right back, freezing me in place.

Keene isn’t fazed though; he makes a move to get off me, my fingers sliding out of him. That snaps me out of the slight panic, and I place a hand on his hip to keep him firmly in place.

I feel his eyes on me in the dim glowing light, questioning me.

“Stay on top,” I utter, swallowing unsteadily. “I heard it’s better for the…first time. So you’ll control the pace.”

He bites his lip, and the sight makes me fucking stupid. Add in the fact that his hand is wrapped around my cock, and I’m surprised I can even think at all.

I pull his torso toward me, lifting his ass off my body. He watches for a moment before a look of understanding passes over his face, and he moves to position us. The head of my cock presses against his hole, and my entire body becomes a ball of nerves all over again. Shaking with them.

I can feel his too. Radiating off him in palpable waves as they flow between us.

“You’re sure?” I ask, my voice shattered glass.

Instead of answering, he lowers his mouth to mine in a searing kiss. One that tastes of passion and need and anxiety as he sinks down enough for the blunt head of my cock to slide past the tight ring of muscle. Keene gasps into my mouth, by far the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard from him. I swallow it whole, desperately greedy for his tongue, his lips.

I’m barely inside him—only just the tip—but the pressure is fucking insane. Tight and hot and so damn near perfect, I could die right now and it wouldn’t matter.

But I’m acutely aware of Keene’s quick breathing and every miniscule movement he makes.

His forehead presses against mine, breath hot against my lips. And then he does that thing he does where he reads my mind and takes the word right outta my mouth.

“Good?”

I nod as I snort out a slight laugh, doing my best to keep the rest of my body still. And also to not come before I’m all the way inside him. “I think that’s my line.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, brushing his lips over mine again. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

Is he insane right now? I’m fantastic. Like, I’m in literal heaven.

That thought only becomes more accurate as Keene impales himself another inch on my length with a tentative drop of his hips.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, brushing my lips against his again in another searing kiss. “You’re so tight, Kee. Can I permanently take up residence inside you?”

I hear him swallow, but he lets out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You’re really fucking big.”

Never in my life have I both loved and hated that statement.

His ass is squeezing my cock so tightly I might die if I don’t either get balls deep inside him or pull out entirely. Or worse, become addicted to this feeling and thrust in without permission. From his pinched features and the way his neck is corded and strained, that’s the last thing he needs right now.

My hand glides up and down his good side, the other anchoring in his hair.

“Breathe, baby. Relax some more. We can stop if you need to.”

Even if I combust into a million tiny pieces, I’ll stop.

His gaze collides with mine, and it’s then I realize the term of endearment that slipped from my lips by mistake. I’ve said it before in the heat of the moment, but it didn’t feel like this any time before. It felt right, to the point where I didn’t even notice until he just gave me that look.

And for once, I can’t get a good enough read on him to know if he likes it or not.

His lips part as he lets out a shaky breath, sliding down further on my shaft. It’s a tight fit, and I can tell he’s uncomfortable with the way his forehead creases, partially in pain and in concentration.

“Kee?” I murmur.

Licking his lips, he nods to let me know he’s good. It’s not at all convincing, but the way his ass is squeezing my cock, I can’t formulate a single thought besides wanting to thrust all the way in.

I don’t, though, and instead, one hand moves to grip his ass cheek. The other grasps his cock, and I start jacking him as he continues to ease himself further onto me. The pained expression leaves his face, giving way to pleasure as I finally bottom out inside him. I keep working him with my fists, letting him catch his breath and adjust around me.

I’m dying to start moving. As in, if one of us doesn’t start riding or thrusting in the next two seconds, I might actually be sent to an early grave.

Death by sex. Not the way I thought I’d go.

When I look up at him to tell him we need to move, the realization that I’m inside Keene hits me, and I’m completely floored by what he’s entrusted me with. Rendered speechless by this amazing, perfect human as I have a moment to take in his flushed cheeks and heaving chest for the first time. He’s so fucking…beautiful. So brave and caring, and all I can think while our eyes lock is mine.

He’s mine, from this day on.

Licking his lips, Keene gives another tentative drop of his hips, sending a bolt of pleasure zipping through my body like lightning.

“Oh, shit,” he moans on a gasp, and I bite my lip to keep the line of expletives from spewing out of my mouth.

But when he does it a few more times, I can’t hold it in.

“Holy mother of Jesus.” My neck arches back against the pillow, every part of my body primed and ready to explode from the tight heat of his body sheathing me.

I don’t think I’ll last much longer than five minutes at this rate, and while I’ve embarrassed myself in front of Keene before when it comes to sex, I refuse to do it now.

But how the hell am I supposed to keep from blowing my load when he looks so sexy as he starts really riding my cock. Bouncing up and down on it, his lip tucked between his teeth as he takes both of us closer to the edge of ecstasy. All the squatting he does behind the plate built up the muscles in his legs and ass, and I watch in awe as they flex and move beneath my palms as he fucks himself on me.

I’m entranced by it. Captivated by him. The sight of him getting lost in the way my body makes him feel. The pleasure he’s pulling from me with every thrust and grind of his hips.

Jesus.

Sex has never been like this with anyone else.

This, right here and now with Keene, completely transcends all other sexual experiences. It’s all-consuming, and while I want to let myself follow him into bliss, I never want it to end either.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I grind out. His gaze locks with mine, searing me with heat and want and lust.

“I could say the same,” he pants.

He does that little drop thing with his hips again, his sac sliding against my cock when he pulls back out, adding a whole new sensation to fucking him.

Keene sets a pace for us that’s somewhere between sensual and needy, easing up and down my length like he was born to take it, and as much as I want to let him ride me how he wants, I can’t just sit back and watch. No matter how pretty the sight might be.

Natural instincts take over and I start guiding his body up and down, getting him at just the right speed to have my balls seizing and aching for release. The way his breathing starts becoming choppier and more ragged signals he’s right there with me.

Leaning forward, a hand on either side of my head, he claims my mouth with a tantalizing kiss. It’s all heat and sweat and tongue and Keene. As addictive as it is sexy. It makes me lose all sense of my carefully crafted control.

My grasp on his hips tightens, holding him still halfway impaled on my cock. Letting my body take over, I fuck up into him at a relentless pace. Harder, faster. Absolutely frenzied with the need to alleviate my throbbing dick.

“You were made to ride my cock, baby,” I rasp into his ear. “We haven’t even finished and I already can’t wait to fuck you again.”

“As soon as you make me come,” he murmurs before capturing my lips with his again.

Not one to deny him, I wrap my palm around his length and start jacking him in time with my thrusts. He glides through my fist with ease while he bears down on my length. The way his teeth sink into his lip and eyes sink closed tells me he’s so close.

“Oh, fuck. Right there, Pen.”

I must peg his prostate just right, because he lets out a guttural moan against my mouth. I swallow it down as I let the overwhelming way he’s enveloped all my senses send me over the edge.

Cum spurts from my cock, filling his ass as I ride out my orgasm. He meets each of my thrusts with one of his own, his pants and groans spurring me on to keep filling him with my release. His cock pulses in my palm as I continue to stroke him, hard and fast, until his teeth sink into my shoulder. Muffled cries of pleasure work their way from him as his release soaks through my fingers, coating my stomach.

Keene’s arms give out, and he collapses on my chest in a mess of cum and sweat. But right now, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My free hand moves to his back, fingers coasting up and down his spine as we both take our time coming down from our post-sex high, reveling in holding him like this. Having this piece of him.

He’s still doing his best to catch his breath when his head raises to meet my gaze.

“We’re…so doing that again.”