✔️The Greaser and the Skirtchaser [18+]

25. One of Their Pillow Talks (M)

It was more comfortable to take something that big than Vance had expected, but it was still goddamn huge.

"Fuck, I stretched you so much, but you're still so tight." His eyes were locked on where his tip was buried in Vance. His eyes flicked up to drink in Vance's expression next. "You look so good, all turned-on and squeezing down on my dick."

He pulled out the tip just to push it right back in. He kept forcing Vance to open and close as he fucked in and out, playing with the sensitive rim. "I said just—just the tip!"

"It is. I'm fucking you with just the tip." It all felt so dirty and thrilling and torturous. Every time Blake popped back in, Vance couldn't help a little moan. Blake praised, "Always so responsive. I love it. You're opening up for me so easy."

Just as Vance was getting used to the tip, Blake started to slide in a little deeper each time and started pumping a fist around his dick. It didn't really occur to Vance to think about Blake getting deeper and deeper until that huge, blunt tip slid right over his prostate. Vance's back arched off the bed as he made an obscene sound, and his dick spurted out a bunch of precum. "Blake."

"Shit, so sexy." He started to pull out again until it was just the tip before thrusting back in to push against his prostate, and Vance was sure that there was some scandalous expression on his face from the way Blake couldn't stop staring. "You only get hotter and hotter, and it's only your first time."

Blake somehow kept hitting his prostate dead on with slow precision, and he soaked up every single embarrassing reaction or noise Vance made. Blake's hand latched onto his hips, pulling him toward each thrust, and something in Vance's gut stirred every time Blake tugged him onto his dick.

"This feel good? Are you feeling good, baby? Do you like it when I fuck your prostate?" He started grinding the tip against that sensitive spot like he memorized where it was, and it was mixing up Vance's thoughts the harder he rubbed that spot. "You're taking it so well. You love it, don't you?"

The only answer Vance could give him was a strung-out moan. His dick was constantly streaming precum at this point, sometimes spurting out more if Blake hit him just right.

"Look at you, so wet. You like it that much?" He leaned down to Vance's mouth.

"Blake," Vance whimpered as he parted his lips for a kiss. Blake told him to keep his eyes open, and Vance did. His eyes came into intimate definition up close, the color like rich, burnt honey, so sweet and dark around big pupils. That gaze pierced right through him and poured that simmering honey straight into his gut. It was so hard to look at Blake head-on sometimes, but somehow all the self-consciousness just disappeared when it was like this.

Vance would be okay if it was just like this: Blake rutting sparks into his prostate and stroking him while they kissed hot and intimate, but Blake started sliding in even deeper. It was making him nervous, not wanting to mess up what was already so good, but Blake kept mixing him up with that skilled mouth. Vance tried to calm down and let him go deeper.

But Blake was still huge, and it felt like Vance would never get to the bottom. He groaned at the growing pressure and didn't know how to feel about it. "Blake, how—how much more is there?"

"Just a little more, baby. You're taking it so well, just hold on."

"Hah, it's not gonna fit," Vance whined, and he squirmed as Blake was pushing so deep.

"You still have more room. Just a few more inches to go. I promise I won't hurt you." He soothed him with a few kisses. "You trust me, right?"

"Yes, but you won't—it's not gonna fit!" It felt like it was inside his stomach.