Chapter 11 #2
His hand glides up and down my cock. Mechanically smearing the lube around. His hand is hot, and combined with heat from my cock, it is warming the lube up.
Now everything is warm and wet, and I can’t stop the little groan that stutters out of my throat.
Ginni smiles at me. A devastating smile. One that makes me believe that making him happy is the best thing I’ve ever done.
I blink and suddenly Ginni is on the bed, knees on either side of my hips. Straddling me. A very determined expression on his gorgeous face.
Fucking hell. He is going to do this, isn’t he? He is going to ride my cock. Consummate our nonconsensual marriage.
I’m about to have my cock inside Marco’s little brother’s ass.
“What about condoms!” I blurt out in desperation, clutching onto the first thing I can think of that might stop this, or at least delay it long enough for me to think of something else.
Ginni pauses. He tilts his head. “We are married, silly,” he says. As if that makes any sense at all. “I trust you.”
His fingers wrap around the base of my cock. He notches me against his hole. I groan again.
Ginni stares into my eyes, and he starts to lower himself onto my cock. His body opens for me. Welcomes me in. Envelops me in softness and heat.
His eyes are enormous. Wide and dark. Cheeks flushed.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” he gasps.
It doesn’t sound entirely like pleasure.
My heart thuds against my rib cage. “Ginni. Be careful. Take it slow.”
He is a tiny little thing, and I’m a big man. He needs to be careful.
He whimpers. My chains clang sharply as I try to reach him. For fuck’s sake! I need to hold his hips. Steady him. Help him to take me without hurting himself.
He cries out again, but I can feel the smooth skin of his ass cheeks. I can feel that my cock is fully buried in his ass. He has made it all the way down. Far too quickly, but it’s done.
He feels incredible, but I need to hold back against the overwhelming pleasure that is threatening to consume me. I need to make sure Ginni is okay.
His head is down now. I can’t see his face, only the sheen of his dark hair. His lungs are moving fast and shallow. His spread thighs are trembling.
Shit.
“Ginni? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Slowly, he lifts his head. His blue eyes are glazed. His bottom lip puffy and blood red where he has been biting it.
“It feels so good,” he breathes. “I knew it would. But I didn’t know it would feel this phenomenal.”
Relief flares briefly, then withers and dies. He is not hurt, but I think he is saying something that is equally as bad.
“Wait. What,” I babble inanely. “You’ve never done this before?”
Ginni shakes his head. “I saved myself for you. I wanted you to be my first.”
Horror and dismay flood my veins, colder than ice.
But worse than that, far worse, is the little gleaming flame that ignites in my soul.
A dark flame. One of pride, possessiveness, and avarice.
Part of me is delighted I’m Ginni’s first. Part of me is vowing to be his last. Ginni’s first and only. Mine to keep.
I shake my head to clear it. “Are you telling me I’ve just taken your virginity!”
Ginni’s lips lift up in an adorable pout. “That’s such an old-fashioned term. I prefer to frame it differently.” His chin tilts up. His eyes gleam. “This is my sexual debut.”
I stare at him helplessly. I’m all out of words.
“Sounds much more exciting, doesn’t it!” He grins.
I open my mouth to say something, but then a tsunami of sensation hits me and all I can do is groan in delight. Ginni is moving. He is riding me, and the pleasure is profound. Far beyond anything I have ever experienced.
He is tight and hot and perfect.
And I can’t take my eyes off of him. He is loving this, really loving this. This boy was born to take cock.
The look of rapture on his face is utterly mesmerizing. His eyes are closed, his cheeks flushed, his soft lips parted. My cock is giving him ecstasy. I’m not just filling his guts, I’m filling him with profound joy.
Watching him is making me realize that everyone I’ve ever been with was faking it. I’ve clearly been a shit lover. A fact I need to remedy immediately. I have to stop being a selfish bastard.
But in my defense, I’ve never fucked anyone I’ve cared about, and they were only fucking me for money or prestige. Because they wanted something.
Ginni only wants me. I’m pretty sure he’d still ride my cock if I only had a cardboard box to my name. And that’s exhilarating.
He picks up the pace. Bouncing away. His ass is so tight. The little noises of joy he is making are so sweet. Each one is making my cock even harder. Sex has never felt this amazing.
Ginni’s head tilts back, exposing his long, pale throat and making him look utterly wanton. His hands are tangled in his dark hair. He is wailing with euphoria.
He clenches tightly around me. Quivering and milking. The front of his white silk panties floods with wetness, growing dark.
He just came hands-free. From my cock alone.
I grunt and see stars. My orgasm burns through me, hot enough to burn. It rolls on and on. My cock spurting and spurting deep inside Ginni’s ass. Fireworks sparking through my psyche. Nerve endings humming with rapture.
Ginni shivers and sighs. Taking each rope of my cum with obvious appreciation. When I’m finally done, he smiles down at me like a benevolent god.
He reaches for the butt plug that’s still by my chained foot. “I want to keep your cum for as long as possible.”
A groan escapes me. Deep inside Ginni’s ass, my softening cock twitches.
I’m doomed. So fucking doomed.