Chapter 19 #2
He climbs off my lap to strip out of his clothes until he’s naked in front of me. His long, thick, perfect erection is straining toward me. I haven’t even had him inside me yet—in the hole I really want filled—and he’s already a million times better than my dildo, I just know it.
“Touch yourself, let me see how you stroke your dick when I’m not here and you’re thinking of me.”
Whimpering at the tone in his voice, I wrap my dry hand around my cock and stroke. Rubbing the head first in a semi-circle, rotating my wrist before moving my fist down my shaft.
“Stop.”
My hand immediately freezes, and I look at him, waiting for his next command.
“Fuck, that’s a good boy.”
His praise sends a jolt of pleasure through me that I’ve never experienced. “Ohhh, holy fucking fuck,” I pant, and my dick twitches in my hand.
He smirks at the sight.
“I am really enjoying getting to know you, Caleb.” He grins, and I have to take a deep breath to slow my pounding heart. “Now you want me to work you open with my fingers? My tongue?”
“God, yes, please,” I say, nervous but so excited. “I just showered before you came over,” I blurt out in case he was worried but didn’t want to bring it up.
“I can smell the soap on your skin still,” he coos as he leans down to inhale where my pubes are.
Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. No one has ever done that before, but he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he moves to the side of my dick, mouthing at my sensitive skin until he reaches my balls.
He sucks the left one into his mouth before moving to the right one.
I groan at how good it feels to have his mouth there.
His tongue drops lower, and he licks a stripe up from my taint.
No one has ever touched me there before, but it feels magical.
“More, please,” I grit out.
He wastes no time moving his tongue over the same sensitive skin, licking and kissing until I’m writhing, wanting his mouth to move up to my swollen cock or down to my needy hole—and he does.
He dips lower and lower, and I instinctively pull my legs back against my chest to give him full access.
The desire to have him there is far outweighing the slight embarrassment I feel being in this position, and the “fuck” that falls from his mouth in adoration confirms how badly he also wants this. Wants me.
He’s lying in front of me now, and his hot tongue licks a single stripe over my hole.
I moan like the slut I am for him, and he goes right back to it, lapping at my hole. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I pull my legs back as far as they’ll go because I’m desperate for more.
“Oh fuck, more. Please, more, more, more,” I ramble.
This is everything, the exact thing I’ve fantasized about more times than I can count.
But somehow so much better than I imagined.
He starts eating me like I’m his last meal, shoving his wet, hot tongue into my hole, and I gasp at the sensation of being filled there.
The only thing I’ve ever had inside me before is my fingers and my dildo, and his tongue is putting those to shame.
“That’s my good, needy boy. Fuck, I love this.”
I whimper as he reaches for the lube, not wanting him to stop but excited for what’s coming next.
“Let me get your tight hole nice and wet with my fingers, then you can show me how good you fuck yourself on your toy,” he growls as he pushes his first finger in me, and all the worry and concern floats away.
Completely uncaring that I’m acting desperate, I start riding his finger, eager for any piece of him he’ll give me.
“Jesus, baby,” he says before adding another. “You like being filled, huh?”
“So much,” I admit.
He pulls his fingers out before pressing three in, and my desperation only grows. This might be my first time with another man, but my hole’s been filled plenty by me.
“I’m ready,” I whine, nearly ready to come, and I don’t want to without my ass being stuffed full of cock… even if it’s fake.
He lubes up my dildo until it’s dripping and hands it to me. Wasting no time, I adjust my position. I get up on my knees, ass facing him so he can watch fully, and slowly insert the tip into my stretched hole.
“Mmmm, yes, Cay. Show me how good you fuck yourself.”
I turn and look at him over my shoulder. “Hold the base for me?”
Biting his lip, he nods and shifts to his knees behind me on the bed, holding the base so I can give him the full show.
I sink down slowly and let out a gasp when I bottom out and feel his hand below my ass.
Pushing back up, I ride the dildo and reach behind me to squeeze my ass cheek with one hand and stroke my dick with the other.
When I look back to make sure he’s enjoying himself, he’s stroking his cock with his free hand too, glistening from the lube.
“Every time you use this when I’m not here, I want you to think of me, baby. You’re so fucking sexy right now.”
“Yes, yesss. Fuck, I will.”
I ride the silicone, and my thighs start to burn as I continue to fuck myself on my toy. I moan repeatedly when my ass hits Nash’s hand because I wish it was him touching me. Him fucking me.
“Uugh… mmm…” I groan at the idea, and I need it. The toy is fine, but it’s not good enough when he’s in this room with me. I wish it was his hard cock inside me. Want to be slamming down against him, feel his balls slap against me, want his cum dripping out of me.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask before I can second-guess myself. I’m moving my hips slower and more seductively now. “As great as my dildo feels, I’m desperate for the real thing. I need a real cock inside me.”
He stops holding the dildo, pulling it out of me, and immediately brings his hand up to slap my ass. For a moment, I panic that it was too loud and it’d wake Sam up, but then I remember that Sam sleeps through thunderstorms and wakes up in the morning asking if it rained.
“You need my cock,” he emphasizes. “Not any cock.”
Jesus fucking Christ. The possession and the sting on my ass make me shiver and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. He’s unknowingly fulfilling all my fantasies in the most natural way right now.
“Yes, your cock.” Then I remember the very real problem we’re about to have. “Uh, actually… I don’t have any condoms since I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time.”
Rubbing his hand over my ass, he soothes the burn. “I was tested after the last time I was with someone, which was also an embarrassingly long time ago.”
“Me too,” I breathe. “I’m good. I want this, Nash, if you do. I want you to replace the dildo with your dick and fuck me if you’re okay with it.”
“Mmmm,” he groans, letting go of his dick. “You’re such a good boy when you beg for my cock like that.”
I’m still on my knees with my ass facing him, and his hands slide around my throat, pulling me back to him until I can feel his erection pressed against my ass—right where I want him.
I grind my hips, hoping he’ll just somehow slip in, but instead, he squeezes my throat a little tighter, and I whimper at his show of dominance.
“You’re sure you want me raw?” he checks, deep voice right next to my ear.
“Please, yes, please,” I beg, a needy, withering mess in anticipation that my dream man is considering making my fantasies of being fucked come true.
He quickly squirts lube in his palm and strokes himself, and before I even finish begging, his tip is nudging at my hole.
“Breathe for me,” he instructs, and I do. “That’s it, baby.”
He pushes in on my exhale, and even though I just fucked myself on the dildo, it burns a little, but at the same time, it feels like I’m taking my first real breath in my life. I moan like I’m finally being given everything I’ve ever desired in life, and he mutters a curse under his breath.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he moans, and I nod.
“Keep going,” I grit out.
He continues slowly pressing into me, and when he eventually bottoms out, I let out a massive exhale before wiggling my hips slightly to commit this feeling to memory.
“You okay?” he checks.
I can’t believe this is happening, that Nash is inside me. It feels so different than my dildo, infinitely better. They aren’t even comparable, honestly.
“So good,” I assure him.
Nash lets out a little grunt. “You like being filled? You want me to use your hole? Want me to fuck you like you fucked your toy?” he says as he starts pulling out before slamming back into me.
“Yes, yes, I want to be your little slut,” I say the words out loud without thought, and I don’t even care how needy I sound.
“God, the fucking mouth on you,” he preens before pushing me down on all fours. “You want to be a little slut for me?”
“Yessss,” I pant as I drop down onto my elbows, leaving my ass completely exposed to him.
He starts pounding into me at a brutal pace, and I’m moaning into the pillow in front of me, unable to contain myself.
Nash’s thick cock is infinitely better than my dildo—so good they don’t even compare.
He has one hand on my lower back and the other on my hip, and his grip is punishing.
He’s using me for his pleasure, while giving me exactly what I want, what I’ve always wanted—to be fucked good and hard.
“Your hole is so perfect. Swallowing my cock perfectly, like a good little slut.”
The degradation does more for me than I can admit, and I reach for my dick to start stroking myself. I don’t want to come yet, but I’m not going to last either when he talks to me like that.
He smacks my ass hard enough that it stings and the pain shoots through me, and I stop stroking myself before I blow my load.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” he snarls.
“No,” I whine.
“That’s right,” he says, slowing his thrusts, but I’m so close, I need more. “Hands off.”
I’m desperate for friction, but I want to please him more, so I grip the pillow in front of me and beg for whatever he’ll give me. “Please more, please. Need more of your cock, please.”
His hips still completely, buried deep as he leans over my back, breath hot against my ear.
“You want more?” he growls, the edge of control slipping from his voice. “Then you keep your hands to yourself and let me give it to you.”
I nod frantically, face pressed into the pillow, trying to breathe through the ache of needing more of him.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, one hand still gripping my hip, the other sliding up my back to curl around the back of my neck, squeezing lightly.
“To come,” I gasp. “And I want your cum. Fuck, yes, that. Come inside me.”
Nash pulls back and slams into me, hard enough that I choke on the breath in my throat. My grip on the bed gets tighter as he sets a punishing rhythm, every thrust pushing me further out of my head until the only thing I can think of is him and how badly I want him to make me come.
“Fuck, you take it so well,” he grits out, voice tight and filthy. “My little slut is so fucking needy for my cum.”
I moan loudly because I am. I’ve never felt like this before: split open, completely owned, and so unbelievably satisfied.
“That’s my good fucking boy. Love hearing you moan like this while I fuck your gaping hole, baby.”