Fight for You

Chapter Five

Avery

We had a great lunch of delicious chicken salad at Blissful Bites. Troy did a great job of taking my mind off of the situation with Riley and Brant; he talked about our visit to Air Time and re-enacted what my face looked like as I flew through the air to keep me laughing. My tensions melted away until this moment, when Troy parked his truck in the lot of my apartment building.

My heart raced with nervous anticipation. I knew what awaited us inside, and my thoughts tumbled through every recess in my mind. As if he heard the words I wasn’t speaking aloud, Troy reached over and took my hand.

“I can feel you thinking,” he smiled. “Remember; we don’t have to do anything. I’m happy to hold you and watch a movie.”

“I know, and thank you so much. But I want this with you.”

He squeezed my hand and nodded. “I want you to take the lead. We’ll go as slow as you like, and we can stop if you need to. I will never be upset or disappointed. Anything with you is amazing.”

With just a few words, he calmed every fear I had, and made me even more sure of this. Troy would never judge me or hold anything against me. He loved me, and he wanted me, but he wouldn’t push me.

We were quiet as we walked up the stairs to my place. My full scholarship included a studio apartment just outside of campus. I was grateful that I didn’t have to share a dorm with other men. A quiet space was important for my studies and my psyche.

I unlocked my front door and led Troy inside. He’d visited a few times before, and remarked how nice the place was. It wasn’t bad, but there wasn’t much to it; it reminded me of a hotel room with a small kitchenette. But it was comfortable and had everything I needed.

I closed the door behind us and got a sudden surge of bravery. I told myself the best way to move forward was to jump in with gusto, and not give myself time to worry.

So, I reached up, gripped the back of his head with both hands, and pulled him down to me. I pressed our lips together, kissing him deeply and wasting no time in sinking my tongue between his teeth.

I licked against him, and the flavor of his peppermint gum painted my taste buds. Our tongues curled and slid together, exploring the depths of each other’s mouth. My blood warmed and raced south, thickening my cock beneath my briefs.

I felt Troy’s answering firmness against my hip. It didn’t startle me; it excited me. It reminded me that I affected him this way, making him feel good. And I reminded myself that I was taking the lead. I was in control of this experience.

I broke our kiss to take Troy’s hand and lead him over to my bed. But before either of us touched it, I began slowly removing his clothes. I peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his hairy, muscled chest. Every time I saw it, it became more beautiful to me; perhaps because I loved the sweet heart it contained.

Troy slipped off his shoes before I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed the denim off his hips. The thin cotton of his boxers were tented away from his body by the long, thick bulge they were trying to contain. I took a deep breath and curled my fingers into his waistband. I slowly peeled away and dropped the fabric as my jaw dropped too.

It wouldn’t matter how many times I saw his manhood. If I were lucky enough to be with him the rest of my life, then for all my days I would be in awe of the eight thick, veiny inches that pulsed before me. My mouth watered, craving a taste. I craved all of him; his body, his soul, his forever.

But as much as I wanted to drop to my knees and devour him, I wanted more from this moment. I needed to stay grounded and present to give my all to him.

“Lie on the bed,” I requested, patting the mattress. He did as I asked, and looked up at me with such love and reverence, it warmed me to my core.

I toed out of my shoes and stripped away my clothing. I wanted Troy to undress me, but doing it myself reminded me that I was leading the moment. Nothing would happen that I didn’t want. With Troy as my partner, I trusted that without a doubt, but it was an important reminder for my headspace.

Once I was bare to him, Troy gave a quiet moan as his eyes roved my body. All my life, I’d found fault in myself; I was too small, too thin, too weak. The ridicule of others strengthened my doubts. But Troy’s quiet adoration washed them all away. He looked at me like I was something special, and I believed it.

I climbed onto the bed, resting on my knees between Troy’s legs. His hands twitched as if they wanted to reach for me, but he remained still. He was handing full control to me, and I wanted to show him exactly how much it meant.

I leaned close and pressed my lips to his throat. I kissed a wet line across his Adam’s apple and onto his collar bone. His skin was soft and smelled of his woodsy cologne.

My kisses trailed down his chest and stomach, stopping to give attention to both nipples and every ridge and valley of muscle. I wanted to bathe him in the tenderness I had never felt. Loving his body was healing mine.

I moaned when I came face to face with his magnificent cock. Clear liquid dripped from his cut tip, sliding down his shaft. I leaned close and captured the drop on my tongue, humming at its salty flavor.

Troy gasped as I traced the tip of my tongue around his crown, tickling his sensitive flesh and lapping up his taste. I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked gently as a groan of delight rumbled in his chest.

I slid my lips down his shaft, only able to take a little over half of his length before gagging. I backed away until just his tip was between my teeth, then dropped back down, bobbing my head in a slow but steady pace.

“That feels so good,” Troy told me in a raspy whisper. His words spurred me on. I moved faster and swallowed a little more of him, feeling his flesh poke the back of my throat.

I gave him all I had, sucking hard and bobbing quickly. His pre-cum trickled down my throat, and I greedily swallowed. Troy’s hand landed on my shoulder before quickly snapping away again to grip the sheet beneath him. He squeezed the cotton in white knuckles, trying to hold himself back and respect my comfort.

It warmed my heart and burned my blood, making me want to give him everything. I dropped his manhood from my lips, feeling a pleasant stretch in my jaws. When I looked up at Troy, his pupils were wide and fiery, but he blinked and schooled his expression into a soft smile.

I reached across the mattress into my bedside table, retrieving a bottle of lube and a condom, which I’d bought recently, believing this day would come. I placed the condom next to me, giving my attention to the bottle.

I snapped the lid open and coated my fingers with the slick liquid as Troy bent his knees and spread his legs. My breath caught at the sight of his quivering pucker. My heart beat faster. My mouth went dry.

A quiet, “It’s okay,” along with a soothing touch to my hand, brought me back to the moment. Troy looked at me with a concerned smile. “We can stop, sweetheart.” His own pleasure was second to my needs. But he didn’t know that his statement made my primary need to pleasure him.

I took a deep breath, winked, and touched my slick digit to his wrinkled flesh. I circled against him, feeling his ring of thick muscle beneath my fingertip. With a gentle push, I breached his entrance, sinking into his warmth.

A s I pushed further into him, I watched his face for any signs of discomfort, but found only bliss. His eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack as he moaned his enjoyment.

Knowing he was okay, I dropped my gaze back to his hole, and the way it eagerly sucked my finger inside. I thrust my hand back and forth, feeling his muscles thin and loosen with every pass.

When his moans grew louder, I slid a second finger inside him. He took it easily, gripping the sheets tighter and whispering my name. I moved quicker and a little harder, knowing I was giving him what he needed.

I questioned whether to add a third finger. I wanted to fully prepare him, and to never cause him harm. But Troy answered my unspoken query when he called, “Avery, please, I’m ready. I need you.” He looked ready. His back was arched and his chest was heaving. He wore a crazed expression with fire burning in his eyes.

I pulled my fingers free and fumbled with the condom wrapper with shaky, slippery hands. Frustration took over and I ripped the foil with my teeth, making Troy growl, “Holy shit, you’re sexy.”

My huge titan of a man, bulked with muscle and armed with skill, found sexiness in my power and raw emotion. Our size difference didn’t matter. He didn’t care about dominance. He offered himself willingly to me.

I couldn’t roll the rubber on fast enough. I squirted too much lube onto my shaft, pouring a mess onto the sheets, but not giving a shit. I tossed the bottle over my shoulder, positioned myself between Troy’s legs, and touched my tip to his readied hole.

I paused to look in his eyes, and saw only desperate need staring back at me. He nodded, and I swallowed hard before pushing forward. I wasn’t as thick as he was, and I only had about five inches to offer, but Troy voiced his appreciation as his flesh stretched around me. He chanted my name as he took every bit of me inside.

I paused to check on him when I was buried to the hilt, and found him looking back at me with the same concern and questions in his gaze. He knew of my past, and wanted to ensure I was okay.

It was true that my past shaped me and affected me greatly. The memories would never go away, and maybe the pain wouldn’t fully go away either. But Troy helped me find the strength to not let it rule me, and to focus on my present and future, which were both lying beneath me, staring at me with more love than I knew was possible.

I tipped my hips back and pressed forward again. Troy’s warm channel hugged perfectly against my flesh. It gripped me as I thrust back and forth, filling him with my love and lust.

Needing contact with his skin, I planted my hands next to his shoulders and leaned down, placing our stomachs together. it allowed me to slide further inside, and sandwiched his hard cock between us.

It pulsed and oozed onto my stomach as I grinded against it. The corner of the sheet popped off of the mattress as Troy grappled with it. He was being so careful not to push me, but I wanted it.

“Touch me,” I begged through ragged breaths, and he immediately understood what I needed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly as we rocked together. He hugged me, surrounding me with his strength.

Our breathing and heart rates fell into sync. We were one body and spirit. I snapped my hips faster, filling him again and again as he cried out his pleasure. His fingertips pressed into my flesh. Neither of us were holding back.

“Avery, I’m getting close,” he panted, further stoking my fire. I dropped all of my weight onto him, trapping his cock and grinding wildly against it. His words became a solid, breathy moan and his body grew rigid beneath me.

With one more cry of my name, Troy jerked, and a flood of warm liquid gushed between us. The scent of his release pierced my nostrils and made my eyes roll back into my head. I pounded into him at a feverish pace until I couldn’t hold out any longer.

My body lurched forward and my balls rolled as I exploded, filling the condom with my seed. One day, I would plant it inside him. I collapsed onto his chest, resting my head on his sweat-tacky skin.

Our breathing slowly returned to normal, and Troy’s tight grip relaxed. He gently stroked up and down my spine, tracing his finger over each knob.

I was so overwhelmed with emotion. I wanted to tell this wonderful man what he meant to me, and what he’d done for me. He had forever changed my life, and I hoped he would share it with me for all time. I was glad to give him every part of me.

For so long, I'd been desperate for a safe space; a place to rest my head and lay down my load. But it wasn't until this moment that I realized perhaps what I was searching for wasn't a place, but a person; a person whose arms were wrapped around me with unyielding strength, scooping up my broken pieces and holding them together. To him, my shattered soul was a beautiful mosaic. When he held onto me, I finally felt as if I could let go. He freed me of my burdens and helped me to soar.

But the only words my ecstasy fueled mind could gather were, “I love you,” and I hoped he could feel their weight.

“I love you too,” he whispered into my damp hair before sealing the words with a kiss.