Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear

... side of my head. His teeth raking against my earlobe as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear, trying to calm me down. Then he pulls at my shirt, tugs it over my head. I’ve lost all control. I let him do what he wants. He lays me down in the grass, shirtless, and climbs over me. He traces the raindrops against my chest, chases them with his lips over my nipples, holding me down with one hand above my head and the other on my waist. He fumbles with the button of my jeans until he’s able to reach inside, pull me in his hand, and ignite me to life. I hold him as if my life depends on it, and he shelters me from the storm as he chews away at the curve of my neck, grinds his groin into mine as he forces my jeans down. My nails bite his flesh and I rip away at him when lightning rips away at me. I moan, scream, tremble beneath him but he protects me. He’s a soldier against the storm. My hero. Next thing I know he towers over me on his knees and fights the shirt stuck to his skin over his head. He gets caught for a moment and sits back, asks for help. I sit up, grab the shirt by his arms and pushes back slightly. Caught in that moment I attack my soldier with my teeth against his chest, pulling his own nipples against my tongue to savor the flavor there. He moans and rocks his body against me, forcing my now bare cock knifing my stomach, pushed back by the jeans. I sigh against him and releases him from his fabric prison. Then we crash into each other and struggle in a tangled mess ...

... to pull off our jeans, rendering us vulnerable to the storm. Lightning pops and I curl into him and he kisses me and shields me from the war. We sit as one being, the animal in us wrestling against the other’s lips, our cocks dancing between our smashed bodies. I can feel our blood rushing, filling, our souls throbbing against one another. The severity of my erection makes it nearly painful, but I grind harder into him, and he into me, and soon we’re near climax just from the simple movements. And the further we go the less I think about the storm. And the further we go the less fear I feel. And the further we go the less fear I see written in his eyes. Almost naturally I pull away, fall down on my knees, and rest my head into the flooded ground. My ass sticks up in the air. I feel either of his thighs holding me to him, feel his cock press against my whole in total torment. Suddenly what I wasn’t ready for begs for him. Reaching back I beg for his hand and he obliges. He traces into my hand with his thumb as he does his best for lubrication. “I’m ready,” I assure him. And then suddenly I’m not. I’m not ready. Not when his head presses into me, not when it actually enters my body, not when the pain shoots up my spine and catches my throat, tingles my legs, makes me want to collapse. I scream into the ground, beg him to stop, and when he does and pulls away I beg him for more. “No,” I scream. “I’m ready, Caden. I promise, I am.” Then I stop, and I look back at him, searching ...