The Wake Up Call
It’s A Matter of Trust II
I arch up involuntarily and grip his hair tighter. He lifts up, I fall from his mouth and my dick flops against my belly. I collapse back down on the bed, which creates these monstrous waves that wobble us back and forth. “Mornin’,” he says back to me, kissing my hip with his soft, moist lips then puts his hand on my thigh and pushes me over. I’m too tired to fight it and wouldn’t even if I could. This is the absolute best way to wake up in the morning.
He hovers over me, spreading my cheeks open, and exhales hot breath on my balls and my ass. I sigh and whimper lazily. He licks and probes me just a few times then crawls up and lays along side me. Gripping my thigh again, he rolls me to my side and spoons up behind me. His hot breath now against my neck. I shiver, he rubs my stomach and plays with my pubic hair. I moan deep in my throat and push my head against his shoulder.
I feel his erection nudging me, sketchily grazing me, pulling the invisible downy hairs on my ass, like a thousand tiny pinches. He’s already wearing a condom, but hasn’t lubed it yet. I wonder how long he’s been awake.
I reach my hand back between us to touch him, to stop the torture. “How long’ve you been awake? You’re dressed already.”
He chuckles softly. “Long enough. You need to catch up.”
“I’m awake,” I tell him, letting go of him and moving my hand to his ass, pulling him closer to me.
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh.”
His hands are still playing in my hair… above my dick, below my navel. Light circles, going around. Gentle caresses. Tickling. It’s making me so relaxed and lazy.
“You up for something?” he asks quietly against my ear and I open my eyes.
‘Something’ to Brian means new and normally that would be answered with an eager ‘fuck yeah’ but he’s so morose in his tone, in his hand’s movements, that I get the feeling this ‘something’ will be intense. I don’t respond right away. I need to see his face, try to read where his head’s at. I turn my head to look into his beautiful hazel eyes. He’s turned on, the gold speckles that surround his pupils are bright and glowing. His look is comforting and loving but full of lust. He’s questioning me and telling me he won’t hurt me in that look. But I have to answer him, I have to be willing let him take me there. Wherever that is.
“Yes,” I answer with my voice to ensure he knows I’m positive.
His lips brush my cheek with a light feathery kiss and my stomach does a flip-flop. “Okay, hold still,” he instructs me as he backs away from me.
That’s easier said then done because his movement set off the motion of the water inside the bed. I close my eyes and turn my head back around to wait and ride the small waves that are rippling underneath me. I hear the snap of the cap on the lube then a quiet squirting. The sounds reverberate in my head. They’re familiar and safe. My body responds with arousal. There’s a small fire smoldering inside me. My breathing becomes faster.
He comes back to me then I feel super slicked fingers pressing into me and I wonder if he used the entire bottle. This ‘something’ must require extra lube. I want to gulp in worry, but I don’t. Instead, I gasp. I always gasp. That initial breakthrough gets me every time. The hairs on my legs stand up.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Mmm huh,” I answer with a slight moan.
He’s propped up on one elbow, that hand on my shoulder… holding me, keeping that connection. “Don’t move,” he adds softly against me ear.
I have no intentions of going anywhere, but I’m wondering why he wants to make sure. His fingers slide in and out slowly, I’m sighing with each push in. He curls them inside me and forces them up toward my back. It feels different, more pressured; I murmur my approval… I like it even though it’s kind of strange. He does it again with a bit more strength and my body jolts just a little.
“Just relax,” he whispers. It’s sexy, but ominous. The ‘something’ must not just be the pulling up and curling of his fingers, there must be more and it’s about to happen... I’m just not sure what. The fire in my belly flares up. I pant to fan the flames. There’s heat on my face.
The hand on my shoulder leaves its resting place and I feel suddenly disconnected. I groan in apprehension. The bed shifts and we rock. He grips his cock with the hand that left me; I can feel his knuckles against my ass, then the tip of his cock at my hole. He positions it in place. His fingers slip out of me. I groan again. Then a push in, but it’s not his cock, not as wide, not his fingers, wider than that. It’s in between. It’s inside, it bends and wiggles, pulls up, tugging, tugging, up and up. My body starts to scoot, his hand reconnects with my shoulder, holds me in place and keeps me from going anywhere.
His fingers graze across my ass cheeks and I know. His thumb is what’s causing these sensations to my body. It’s so different from just the standard thrusting… this pull and tug up is touching something. Not my prostate, I don’t know, but it’s there. This full, pressure-like awareness. I’m tingling, I really like it and he’s got me moaning and covering my face with my hands.
There’s a nudge from the tip of his cock. It’s pressing against me. It can’t get in ‘cause his thumb is still there inside me, so he shoves it deeper and lifts up again. More nudging, more pressure. My breath hitches and I hold it. His face is right next to my ear.
“Breathe, Justin.” I let it out and breathe like he told me to. More tension from his dick, pressing further in, but still not inside. His thumb pulls out then drives in again, bending more inside, pulling up harder… stretching me open. His dick pokes again. More strain. More stretching. Oh, oh, oh. I grip the sheets.
“Brian,” I whimper. I’m panting, a little uneasy… simmering.
“Justin, you with me?” he asks in a low whisper. I’m not sure, but I trust him so I swallow and nod.
He talks to me, instructs me, says my name… all the right things.
“Take your hand. Wet it. Lick the palm.”
Little gouges of pressure between each sentence.
“Slick it up. Wrap it around your cock. Stroke lightly.”
I do as he says then hold my breath... so much pressure.
“Feel it?” I do, I feel nothing else, but I don’t answer.
“Justin, you with me?”
I nod.
“Breathe.”
I breathe.
“Now squeeze your hand. Take a deep breath.”
His thumb wiggles, adjusts, pulls up again. Stress and strain. More stretching. My god. His dick’s nudging again, it’s pressing harder. It wants inside and it’s not giving up. I breathe in, fill my lungs to capacity… do what he says. Deep breath, squeeze, I can do this. I’m concentrating.
“Squeeze. Hold it.” He grips my shoulder, digging his fingers around my collarbone. He pushes.
I bear down, holding my breath. I squeeze everything, my eyes, my hand, my lungs, my ass. He feels it; he knows I’ve tensed.
“Hey,” he whispers. “Not your ass, Justin.”
Oh shit. I huff my embarrassment, emptying my lungs. He wasn’t scolding me or making fun of me, just getting my attention to what I was doing, calling me back into the game. But I can’t help feeling a little stupid. No, he’s not laughing at me, thank god, but my stomach tightens just the same, it’s burning.
He knows how I’m feeling… he always knows. “It’s okay. Relax. Breathe. We’ll start again and this time let me in.”
I exhale in a whoosh and nod slightly. I pump a few times on my dick. I’m panting. The anticipation is making me so hard. The excitement of some new feeling that I’ve yet to experience… I can’t explain it. I’m scared, nervous… so very scared and nervous. But I’m turned on, over the top turned on. Everything’s heightened; my heart’s pounding so hard. The only things keeping me grounded are his words, my name, softly spoken in my ear with his reassuring voice and that, just like that time in the shower so long ago, I trust him… even more so now… with everything I have… absolute, one hundred percent, complete trust.
“Justin, you with me?” And he’s right there. Talking to me, holding onto me. He knows. Yes, I’m with him. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.
“Yes.” I nod more earnestly.
“Okay, deep breath. Hold it. Don’t move. Hold still. Squeeze your hand.” His fingers dig into my skin; his thumb pulls up hard and high, then he pushes… pushes hard and the head of his dick pops inside me like snapping into place.
“Oh, god… oh, god,” I grunt and pant heavily. The grasp on my cock is so tight; it aches. My eyes water and sting.
“Justin. Breathe.”
I’m breathing. I’m panting. I’m damn near hyperventilating.
“Relax.”
I try. ‘Say my name again. Talk to me. Please say my name,’ I chant in my head.
“Justin?”
Like the sound of the crashing waves of the ocean, it calms me. His voice, my name… much slower breaths now. I begin to relax immediately. I loosen the hold on my cock and open my fist slightly. My dick twitches at the release and leaks on my fingers.
“Okay?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod.
He waits. I finally completely relax around him. Feels so satiated… not scared at all. Getting better, adjusting.
“Now stroke.”
He’s gently inching further and further in but doesn’t retreat at all until I start pumping on my cock and then he thrusts in and out of me at the same pace. Mirroring my movements. Letting me set the pace.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He draws my ear lobe into his mouth, sucking on it, nibbling on it.
This has to be the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. His fingers are resting on the top of one side of my ass and with every thrust in of his dick; he pulls up on his thumb while compressing down with his fingers. It’s like he’s pressing his fingers and his thumb together, but his thumb is inside and his fingers are outside. I feel stretched and full, beyond what I thought possible… but it’s so great.
“Oh, Brian.” I’m still whimpering but it’s not out fear of the unknown any longer, it’s because it’s just so absolutely fucking awesome and unbelievably hot as hell.
He’s moaning uncontrollably. “So fucking tight… I’m gonna get off right away. You with me?” He’s panting in my ear. I don’t answer right away, lost in my own little world of ecstasy. “Justin?”
“Huh?” I say sheepishly.
“Enough?” he asks worried.
“No, no, no. Never enough. Don’t stop,” I answer in between labored breaths.
And with that, he pushes deeper and pulls harder on his thumb, bending it more and scrunching the head of his dick right against my prostate. An electric shock bolts through me. My balls draw up, my dick thickens. “Brian?” It’s almost a scream.
“You ready?”
I nod. “Yes, yes, yes.” Now I am screaming. I jerk more determinedly on my shaft. I’m right there…just about to…
He yanks his thumb out of me and like a rubber band that snaps back after being stretched taut, the nerves and muscles surrounding my hole contract around his shaft. Throbbing angrily at the absence. He grabs my hip and shoves his dick so far deep inside me that I can feel it in my throat. The sudden surprise, the contractions, the leftover throbbing; tip the scales and I’m gone. I’m squeezing… squeezing everything… my eyes, my hand, my lungs, my ass. The bed’s thrashing, my body’s convulsing. I shoot all over the place screaming his name.
His hand slides from my hip to my stomach, the other slides underneath me and wraps around my neck. He draws me to him… every inch of my body pressed up against his. Every inch of his dick buried deep inside me. It pulsates in my ass, his heart pounds against my back.
“Justin, I can’t fucking breath,” he whispers in my ear. I react quickly, release my dick and move my cum-drenched hand to cover his hand on my stomach. I wedge my fingers between his; he closes his around mine. My sticky jizz glues our hands together. He holds my hand tight, gripping, squeezing, pushing harder against my abdomen. I squeeze my hand tighter too, letting him know that I’m right here with him. He takes in a big gulp of air then he rams in one more time and bites down on my ear lobe. One grunt, two grunts, three... all vibrating in my eardrum.
Oh my god, I want to do that again.
He doesn’t say anything else; he’s just holding me. Holding me tight. We’re gasping and panting. Trying to stay afloat. The bed rocks; the waves getting softer and softer until it finally stills.
I don’t want to move but the right side of my body is going numb from lying like this for so long. I straighten my legs out and one knee pops. It’s loud; it breaks the silence and seems to jar him. He releases me and backs up a little. His hand clasped in mine on my belly pries itself from the sticky grasp and slides it to my hip. His other arm unwraps from around my neck and slides out from underneath me. I’m not ready yet. I’ve still got a good squeeze on his dick, keeping him with me and not letting him go. It’s still buried inside me and other than his hands on my hip and my shoulder, that’s our only connection.
He’s softer now, getting kind of squishy and being pulled and stretched as he attempts to break free. I don’t want him to go. I like it like this. If this was night, this is how I would want to go to sleep, but it’s daylight and we need to get the day started so there’s no time to lay here and revel in it. I sigh.
I feel it tug more; I squeeze harder. Not yet, not yet. His hand leaves my hip; his knuckles brush against my ass so I take a deep breath and brace myself. Then he’s gone and I’m left with the dull ache you get when your muscles retract and throb trying to readjust to the loss and the emptiness.
Part of me really hates that feeling because it means that it’s over for now but another sides of me likes it. That ache is like a branding, a reminder of what was once there. I wasn’t exaggerating when I told Daphne that I could still feel him inside me the next day. I could then and have after every time since. I carry that ache with me as long as I can, it keeps me close to him, connected, a memory physically manifested in my body.
And right now, after what he just did to me, that ache is louder than usual… so much more intense. I can’t help but moan at it as I ease onto my back. He’s on his back as well right beside me, my groan makes him turn his head. “You okay?”
I turn mine toward him and smile. “Yeah. That was intense.”
“Yes it was,” he says taking a deep breath and smiling back at me. “Coffee?”
“Yeah,” I reply with a huff and groan again as I start to get up.
“Nah, I’ll get it. You do whatever you need to do.”
“Okay,” I agree easily. So I plop back down on the bed and it rocks us. He chuckles at me, kisses me, gets up, tosses the condom on the floor, pulls his sweats on and leaves the room. I guess he’s expecting me to pick that up with the other two. I shake my head and huff a laugh.
But I still don’t want to move. I need some time. I feel empty yet full… alone yet not alone. He’s still there, throbbing, aching, slightly burning. I clench my ass together, trying to hold on to it.
