Chapter 4
Heat surrounded my fingers.Every single time I dragged them out, they were sucked right back in. My heart hammered against my ribcage as I watched my fingers be swallowed up by Giancarlo’s ass again. My cock ached, and all I could think about was sliding inside him.
Would it feel good?
“Calm down—”
“Ash,” I said before he called me kid again. I was far from a kid. Just because I was a virgin didn’t mean I hadn’t grown up.
Giancarlo cocked a brow, and I squirmed. Even with his legs spread and my fingers deep inside of him, the man was intimidating.
“Ash, stop playing around and put the condom on. I’m lubed up enough.”
“But you’re still so tight.”
“Which one of us is the virgin here?” Giancarlo asked.
Heat enveloped my face, and I looked away.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to put it on for you?”
I grabbed the tin foil packet and opened it. I fumbled with the rubber. It was small as fuck. There was no way it would fit on my cock. Giancarlo snatched it out of my hand and shoved me back against the bed. “It really is unfair you have this monster cock and have no idea how to use it.”
“I’ll learn.”
Giancarlo laughed. “Yeah, so you keep saying.” His rough fingers curled around my cock, and my head fell back against the bed as a moan was dragged out of me. No one had touched me this much.
“You’re supposed to be watching. Hope you don’t expect me to put the condom on every single time.”
My chest felt tight as I tried to suck in air, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how much I tried, it felt like I was suffocating. I lifted my head, my vision swimming as I stared at my cock in Giancarlo’s hand.
Fuck. Even in his large hands, my dick looked big. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to muffle the moans that I was unable to hold back.
“Hold the base like this. Stretch the ring. Make sure to leave a little room at the tip and slide it down like this.” Giancarlo dragged the condom down my cock, encasing it in the thin latex.
“It’s tight.”
“I’d say we could do it without, but I know for sure you’d cum in seconds. I don’t need a minute man,” Giancarlo said.
He stroked my cock, and more pleasure rushed through my veins, dragging out a choked-off moan. Even with the protection, I could feel everything, but I almost asked him to take it off just so I could feel his bare hand again.
Pleasure pooled in the pit of my stomach and tightened, making it impossible to think beyond how good everything felt. Giancarlo’s hands disappeared, and my eyes snapped open. I hadn’t noticed when I closed them. He laid back down and spread his legs with a smirk on his face.
“Let’s see if you were even worth the amount I spent.”
I scrambled up the bed back between his legs. My cock lay heavily between my thighs, begging to enter Giancarlo. I dragged my eyes down his body. Tattoos and scars littered him everywhere. There was so much to take in my eyes couldn’t focus on one thing.
He snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I blinked a few times. “Sorry.”
Nerves and desire battled out inside of me as I grabbed my cock and lined it up with Giancarlo’s hole. It glistened with the lube, calling to me. I didn’t think as I pushed forward. My cock slipped up, and it slid in the crease of Giancarlo’s thigh and pelvis.
Laughter filled the air, and my face grew hotter by the second. I pulled back as I stared down at Giancarlo laughing at me.
Fuck you.
I held my cock down this time and kept a steady hold on it. Instead of easing back when his hole didn’t open right away, I pushed forward with all my strength. Giancarlo’s laughter stopped and turned into a groan.
“Fuck, you’re huge.”
I stopped. I was angry that he laughed at me, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.
“Why the hell did you stop?” Giancarlo asked. A red blush crept up his neck and filled his face.
My breathing was labored, and I wasn’t even inside of him fully. I shook my head and pushed forward. Inch by inch, my cock was swallowed by blazing heat. Nothing could have prepared me for the sensations that coursed through my veins. I wanted to slam forward, but I feared if I did, my cock would snap off with how tight Giancarlo was.
“Ugh, fuck, you have to be all the way in by now.”
I glanced down and shook my head.
“You’re shitting me,” Giancarlo growled.
“I’m halfway,” I forced out. It sounded breathy to my ears.
Giancarlo’s leg hooked around my hips. Before I knew it, I was slammed forward. A cry echoed around, and it took my brain too long to realize it had come from me.
Pleasure carved its way from my cock to the base of my spine and up. Goosebumps broke out along my arms, and I shivered.
“Shit,” Giancarlo moaned.
I let out a moan as my cock was strangled in tight heat. My pelvis was flushed with his, and I still kept pushing forward, wanting to be deeper.
“Fuck, wait,” Giancarlo said.
It took everything in me to stop moving. He pulled free. For a short second, I feared it would be over before it started. I can’t be that bad, right? It’s my first time.
Giancarlo got on his hands and knees. If I was hard before, I was ready to cum now. My hand absentmindedly traveled to my cock.
“Don’t you dare,” Giancarlo growled.
I jumped and snatched my hand away. “Sorry.”
“Stop being sorry and put your fat ass cock back inside me.”
I was up in seconds, moving closer to Giancarlo. My cock rested against his entrance, and I was pushing forward before I could even think. All I knew was I wanted to feel that pleasure again.
I bottomed out, sucking in air like a dying fish. My hands hovered just over Giancarlo’s hips. I wasn’t sure where to place them. He reached back and grabbed my arms, sucking my cock in deeper.
“Place them here and move,” Giancarlo said.
I didn’t have to be told twice since the moment I entered him, all I wanted to do was move. I gripped his hips and pulled back, only to slam forward. My hips had a mind of their own; it was like I couldn’t stop. I snapped forward and groaned at the sight of Giancarlo’s firm ass bouncing. I knew I was into men since I was young, but having sex was beyond anything I could have imagined. The amount of pleasure felt crippling.
I was out of control, and there was no stopping. I moved faster, chasing after the ecstasy that dangled in front of me. The pleasure calling out my name and whispering sweet nothings in my soul. My body caved before I was ready. My climax knocked into me like a sledgehammer, and I shouted as I came.
“You can’t be done already,” Giancarlo groaned.
Breathing was quickly becoming impossible. If I thought it was bad before, it was nothing compared to now. It felt as if a huge ball sat in the middle of my throat. I pulled out to stare at my cock.
Giancarlo glanced over his shoulder, and I swallowed hard. “No.”
“No, what?” he asked.
“Not done.”
“Condoms in the drawer.”
I dove over the bed and snatched open the drawer. I had the packet of condoms back on the bed next to the lube in seconds. My heart was still hammering away, and my body was on cloud nine as I hurriedly put on a new condom.
“Maybe you are a fast learner. Now how about this time you attempt to make me cum,” Giancarlo said.
I gave a curt nod as I moved back behind him. I pressed the head of my cock against his hole. It was no easier going in the second time.
“Fuck,” slipped free from my mouth before I could stop myself. I shook my head. I needed to not just lose myself in the copious amount of pleasure blanketing me. I moved around. I might have been a virgin, but I knew if I found Giancarlo’s prostate, it would make him feel good too. Then I’d be worth more than a lousy hundred dollars.
I changed my angle and nearly saw stars as Giancarlo tightened around my dick. He moaned as his chest lowered to the bed, pushing his ass closer toward me. That was all I needed. I did it once more, seeing if it would happen again and sure enough, Giancarlo groaned.
The moment I found his spot, I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My grip on his hips left bruises with how hard I held him.
I couldn’t tell where the moans were coming from. All I knew was that it felt too good to ever end. Every single time I came, I grabbed another condom, enamored with the idea of being back inside him, feeling the tight heat of his ass milking my cock with every drop of cum I had.
“Fuck, you’re still hard?” Giancarlo groaned.
I whimpered as Giancarlo forced me to stop. Sweat glistened on both of our bodies. “One more time, please.”
Giancarlo glanced over at the nightstand. “Shit, it’s already four in the morning.”
Hours had passed, and I still wanted more. When I needed a quick break, I resorted to fingering his hole until my cock grew hard again. I licked my lips as I pulled back. My cock slipped free, and I pulled the condom off and tied it. I tossed it to the side and grabbed another one. Giancarlo rolled over and lay down.
I put the condom down as disappointment settled in the pit of my stomach.
“Stop looking like I kicked you.” Giancarlo stuffed a pillow under his hips. “One more time, and then bed.”
I felt the corners of my lips pull up in a genuine grin as I snatched the condom up. I rolled it on with practiced ease and moved back between Giancarlo’s legs. His hole was red. I grabbed the lube and poured more. The bottle had been brand new, but it was half full now.
Giancarlo’s arms stretched up, and he white-knuckled the headboard as I slammed forward. Even after doing it so much, it still felt so good. Pleasure danced up my spine and made my toes curl.
I leaned forward, rocking into Giancarlo, trying to reach deeper with every thrust. I touched his cut abs and pressed down. Giancarlo clenched around my sensitive cock, and I snapped my hips forward on instinct.
Again. I pressed down on his abdomen, and the same reaction happened. He talked about me, but his cock was hard again too. I glanced up at Giancarlo. I wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts.
“Shit,” he moaned.
My head fell back as I became a slave to pleasure. My hips moved on their own, and my hand tightened around Giancarlo’s cock. I want to keep feeling him squeeze around me.
I wanted to see what other reactions I could get out of him. I want more. It was like I’d gotten a taste of something sweet, and now it was all I was craving.
The room erupted in moans and grunts as our bodies came together repeatedly. I dragged my gaze up Giancarlo’s torso and met his intense brown eyes. Air rushed out of me as my thrusts stuttered. I was unable to look away as the pleasure built to new heights.
I didn’t want it to end, but I knew I was helpless against my climax as it tingled at the base of my spine. Giancarlo smirked at me before he clenched around my cock so tightly I was forced to go still. Pleasure erupted, and I was held helpless as my orgasm rocked through me.
My head fell forward as colorful spots blinded me for a moment. Out of sheer will, I kept my hand moving and felt it the moment Giancarlo came. He tightened around me again, dragging my orgasm out even longer. A whimper slipped free as ecstasy had me in its vice-like grip.
I swore it would never end, and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to. My cock slipped free of Giancarlo. I crashed to the bed, unable to move any of my limbs.
From head to toe, I was buzzing with euphoria. My eyelids felt glued together, and there was no way I could move, let alone talk. The bed moved, and I forced an eye open as Giancarlo climbed out. He stretched and placed a hand on his lower back. My gaze was instantly drawn to his ass.
My cock was spent, and still, it tingled. I could have happily kept my cock plugged inside him.
“Go to sleep,” Giancarlo ordered.
I attempted to speak. We needed to talk about money, but my words came out as nothing more than jumbled-up mumbling.
“We will talk about it when you wake up.” Giancarlo headed toward the door. “Don’t try and run. I’ll have to kill you, and dick like yours is hard to come by. Stamina included. It would be a shame if I had to put a bullet in your head.”
I hadn’t run from my father. I wouldn’t run now. There was nowhere to go, even if I did. I grunted in response, and I guess he took that as an agreement.
The door slammed, leaving me in a room that wasn’t mine. It was more than likely a guest room. Nothing felt personal in it. Even the art was generic, straight out of some Homegoods store.
I rolled over and dragged the sheet up my body. It didn’t matter, it was a bed with soft sheets. Giancarlo could have left me chained on the floor, and I’d still sleep like the dead. I couldn’t find it in me to worry or overthink. My mind was nothing more than clouds as I lay in a stranger’s bed. I knew when I woke, the anxiety would be back, and the fear right there along with it.
Until then, I would slip down the hole of bliss and hope that I’d drown in the residual pleasure that echoed through me.