Page 97 of Scoring Chance

“It’s all good. I’m still hard. And let me check you…” Des pushes me onto my back and lowers himself to my dick. He takes me in his mouth, licking up my shaft and taking me into his mouth. His slippery tongue polishes my crown. I hiss out in pleasure, so much pleasure I don’t know what to do with it all.

My dick pops out of his mouth.

“Yep. You’re still hard, too.” He delivers his sexily smug smile. “Do you want to get back on all fours?”

“Actually, I think my knees and back need a rest.”

“No worries.” He throws my legs up and onto his shoulders. Cool air hits my slicked-up hole. Under the suaveness, there’s an innocent giddiness in his expression, like we’re teenagers in my bedroom again, except this time instead of sneaking up beers, we’re experimenting with sex.

With an ease that reminds me he’s done this many times before, he leans to his bedside table and pulls out lube. “Did you want to use condoms? I was tested recently and came back STI-free, and I haven’t been with anyone since we got married.”

“And I haven’t been with anyone in…a while.” Saying two years aloud will deflate my erection. “Let’s go condom free.”

Des uncaps the lube and preps his cock, then my hole. The cold lubricant sends a non-sexual shiver up my spine.

“Before you…do it. I just want to remind you that I’m not as experienced as you. As we’ve established, it’s been…a while since I’ve had sex. So, you know, keep your expectations in check.”

“Too late.” He winks at me.

“I’m serious.” How does one ruin a dream relationship? Be a lousy lay.

“Tanner, I love you. There’s nobody else in the world I’d want to have awkward sex with.” He drifts a clean thumb on my cheek, immediately settling me. “This is new for me, too. I’ve never had sex with someone I love. I’m just as much of a newb as you. This is going to be epic lovemaking or it’s going to be an awkward debacle. Either way, I’m pumped that I get to experience it with you.”

I’ve never been more excited to have sex. I love this man more than words can describe.

Des gives me and him one more coat of lube. He tosses the bottle on the nightstand. “So to quote that kid in Love Actually, let’s get the shit kicked out of us by love.”

And then Des takes my last remaining virginity.

When he enters me, there isn’t pain. It’s discomfort. A new sensation. A sharp stretch. A realization that something can go in, not just come out. Whenever the odd feeling hits, I look up at Des, and his gaze soothes me. We’re in this together.

He pushes past my tightness. Hair falls in his face and his lips pout as he gets focused on bringing me pleasure.

I moan, but Des moans louder, his breath shaking, eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

I take it all in, literally and figuratively. Des slides out of me, then back in. The weight of his body pushes against my sensitive opening. Quickly, like a sand castle melting against a wave, the discomfort fades leaving only ecstasy and connection.

“How are you doing?” His chest and abs flex with each thrust inside my ass.

“So good. This is incredible. I love you so much,” I say through stilted breaths, keeping my eyes locked on him. The pleasure grows inside me, taking over me, consuming every cell.

He interlocks our fingers and pushes them over my head. He leans down and kisses me, over and over and over again. We pant against each other as he speeds up.

The sound of his thighs slapping against my ass with each hump echoes in the bedroom. It’s then that I remember we aren’t in my house. There are no children sleeping down the hall. This is a nice condo. The walls must be thick.

“Don’t stop! Feels so good. Yes!” I yell, unleashed, the sound of my pleading voice only serving to make me hornier.

“I fucking love you, Tan. And I love fucking you.” He swirls his tongue in my ear without slowing down his thrusting. Impressive. That’s where the experience comes in handy.

My body is all his to play with. He’s stretching me like Play-Doh, having a grand ole time. I am both powerless and powerful in his arms. Nothing has ever felt more right.

He gets back up and grips my legs before jackhammering my hole. “I’m going to make you come hands-free.”

His confidence gets my dick harder. He hits my hole with repeated jabs. Sweat trickles down his chest. My dick and balls are tingling with the urge to blow. If I could wrap my fist around myself and pump, I’d blow. I want to so badly. But Des watches me, forces me to keep my hands away.

My dick becomes indescribably sensitive, desperate for touch and desperate for release. A simple gust of wind could turn me into a geyser at this point.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”