Chapter Ten: Tweek's P.O.V
Before Craig could open his eyes and glare at me, I let my index finger slip into his entrance. Craig's face scrunched up in surprise. Everyone knew he was the dominant type. Whatever he says goes. Not this time. This time, he will be my submissive. I probed around his ass, inserting a second finger. It wasn't as tight as I thought and I wondered.
Unintentionally, I sputtered the question "a-are you a virgin?" Why I asked, I didn't know. But now I was curious to hear his answer. I pulled out my fingers and Craig looked to the side, not making eye contact. I could see his face turning red. For an expressionless guy, he sure blushed a lot. His face turned deadly scarlet and I realized I said that out loud. "Sorry", I say, embarrassed. "Yes, I am" Craig stated, ignoring my apology. I stayed silent because I could tell that Craig had more to say. I was a little shocked at his answer, to be honest, but glad. "I was waiting for the right person", Craig continued. Right person? Oh no. What if that wasn't me? What if I take his virginity and get sent to Hell?! Way too much pressure, man! I tug nervously at my hair, biting my lip. "What?" Craig asks, grabbing my wrists with his hands.
"W-what if... T-that's not me? Gah! What if I t-take your virginity and you explode b-because I wasn't the right one?!" I spat, breathing hard. Craig then took my hands and cupped them around his strong, sculpted face. "Tweek. You are the right one. I love you, too."
My heart skips multiple beats, and then accelerates. "R-really?" I smile weakly, shy. I had to make sure this wasn't a dream. Although I could feel my heart, I could feel his face in my hands. I closed my eyes, hoping it wasn't a fantasy. I opened them again, and sure enough, Craig was there. His face warm in my soft, bony hands. Eyes locked on mine. I could see the love portrayed in his shining gaze. I knew it was real. He was the one. I didn't want or need anyone else. I had to show Craig this was true.
I press his chest down, forcing him to lie on his back again. No more stalling. This time I apply three fingers at once, stretching his hole to a comfortable size. I place my other hand near Craig's face and instruct him to spit. My hand is moist as I spread the saliva around the tip and base of my cock. This should be okay, right?
I loved taking control at this moment. It felt impeccable. I prepared myself at his entrance, checking his expression one last time. It was calm, but anxious. His lip twitched a little, and his eyes would close tightly, but relax the next second. I slammed into him with just enough force that Craig opened his eyes wide. A deep groan sounded from his throat. I pull out slowly, only to thrust in again. I've started to pick up a rhythm, aroused like hell by Craig's moans and whispered obscenities. I squeeze his hips gently and lean down to trail kisses from his ear, down to his square jaw line, and to his mouth. I feel Craig's tongue pushing its way through my open mouth. I give him access and place my tongue in his. We play tonsil hockey for a bit, until I let go. Both of us breathless, we stare at each other. Heat prominent in our cheeks, and lust showcased in our eyes. All of a sudden, without realizing, I reach climax and cum inside Craig. I stop, perplexed. How did I not notice that? Oh, Craig...
I focus on him, and see his hand stroking his cock, face contorted in concentration. I watch, amused, as he cums all over his chest and stomach. Without a second thought, I lick him clean. Wiping my mouth, I look back at Craig to see him staring at me hotly. "Hey", I smile slightly. That's all I could think of to say. What does someone do after having sex? Sleep? It was both our first time, and I never slept anyway. But I was feeling pleasurably exhausted. I haven't had coffee in... I look at my bedside clock. Whoa, it's 10 o'clock already? I look out my window. Sure enough, it was black. Oh, Jesus. "It's getting late. Don't you need to get home?" I ask Craig, still looking out the window. When no answer came, I turned my head and saw Craig sleeping peacefully, in all his naked glory. That had to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen. His head tilted to the side, chest rising and falling slowly, mouth open a little, breathing smoothly. I shrug, and settle myself beside Craig, my head resting on his outstretched arm, cuddling into his side. Maybe I should try sleeping for once. Since I haven't had coffee in over five hours, I might be able to doze. I let Craig's steady breathing lull me to sleep.
It was safe to say that we never got to his house to study. My last thought was Clyde standing in front of Craig's house, pouting. I drifted off to the first slumber in years.