Chapter 15 #2
All I could do was writhe and moan beneath Van’s assault on my ass, just a vessel of nerve endings and thriving on the pleasure.
My dick was leaking profusely against my stomach, staining my flesh with tangible evidence of my arousal.
Every so often, Van would dip his tongue all the way inside my ass, which just made me feral for him to shove his dick inside me.
If his cock felt half as good as his tongue did when he fucked me, I was in for the night of my life.
Several minutes slowed by us, but I was too busy in complete ecstasy to wrap my head around the concept of time. All I knew was that I was a whimpering heap, just putty ready to be formed by whatever Van decided he wanted me to be.
It felt nice to be so open and free with someone.
I hadn’t really thought about what it might have been like with someone else after ending things with Reed, mainly because of my busy schedule lately.
Knowing that I was missing out on things like Van’s expert fucking tongue, I was going to be ruined for anything in the near future.
Van finally came up for air after leaving a kiss on my inner thigh. Our eyes connected for the first time since he started eating me out, and I could see the still yet to be quenched hunger for me in his eyes. He wasn’t satiated yet and I wanted to make sure this man got his fill.
“You okay?” He asked me, making my heart twinge. His ability to make me unfathomably horny while also being so fucking sweet was unmatched by anything I’d experienced before.
“Fanfuckingtastic.” I told him, letting a scoff curve my lips. “I’m ready, Van.”
“No, you’re not.” He said, sliding up higher on the bed as he guided one of my legs down. I kept hold of the one he hadn’t wanted me to drop, and felt my body tremor with desire as I felt his finger sliding into my ass. “But don’t worry, I’ll get you ready to take my dick.”
Van’s tongue invaded my mouth again once his spit-slicked finger slid inside me to the knuckle, making me pant from the excitement and overstimulation, but also shocked at the abrasive intrusion.
We made out the entire time he prepped me, sliding his finger in and out of me while trying to get me used to what was to come.
I was absolutely unraveling moan after moan into his mouth as we continued to kiss, my whimpers of grateful agitation crescendoing when he added a second finger, and even more by the time his third finger began to stretch me out.
I could still taste the traces of tequila soda on his tongue. The alcohol between us might have started burning out, but it was still there. Just because the bite of alcohol had gotten us here didn’t mean that we still couldn’t feast on the main course.
Right here, beneath Van’s devastating body and sensationalized by his charm and the care he was conducting with me, I didn’t give a shit about the ramifications that we would both have to face when morning came.
It didn’t matter that he was my security guard and I was the one contributing to his direct deposit.
All there was right here was us, this bed, and the need to make each other feel the most intense orgasms we’d ever experience.
At least, that’s what was driving me. But judging by how Van refused to break our kiss while his fingers were widening my asshole, I had a feeling he’d reciprocate my delicate opinion.
When Van finally did retract himself from our kiss, I was feeling feral to be fucked. I understood that he wanted to make sure he didn’t split me open, and I appreciate him for it. But goddamn, did I want his dick.
“Last chance to change your mind.” He prompted, and if I didn’t still have his three fingers still twitching inside me at that moment, still intent on prepping me, I probably would have rolled my eyes.
“Van, for fuck’s sake.”
“I’m serious.” He took the time to use his free hand to frame my cheek against his palm affectionately.
“I have every intention of fucking your brains out.” Where had this man been when I’d first been heartbroken by Reed and I breaking up?
Hearing these words from a man like this back then would have made me fall in love with him right there on the spot.
Which definitely wasn’t happening right here.
Because that would be crazy. “I’m going to go to town on your ass.
I’ll be as gentle as I can, but everything within me right now wants me to rail you so hard that we’ll be getting complaints from the front desk.
So, again. Last chance to change your mind. ”
My eyes flared at his warning. His words were the perfect mix of holy-shit-what-did-you-just-say and goddamn-that’s-fucking-hot that I didn’t know how exactly to respond.
So, I decided to let my body do the talking until I found my words.
I grabbed the back of his head and forced his lips over mine again.
It gave me time to think of a jumbled sentence, which was hard to do when he was still shifting his digits inside me, but stalling wasn’t the worst thing in the world because kissing Van was like finding enlightenment within myself.
Finally, I ripped my lips away and gave him a leaded smirk. “You better be a man of your word, because my mind isn’t changing.”
Van chuckled lightly, cupping my face again. “Careful what you wish for, Alistair.”
All too abruptly, Van slid his fingers out of me, the sudden rush of emptiness filling me and causing a whimper of discontent to fall on the sheets between us.
Before I could blink and register what was happening, Van was moving, positioning himself between my legs and repeating his earlier notion of lifting my legs toward my chest. And once again, on instinct, I grabbed my legs to help him have the best access to my hole.
I probably should have been more worried about making him wear protection, because I was normally the kind of guy who didn’t mess around with the possibility of getting anything and just playing it safe.
However, that wasn’t the loudest thought in my mind.
I just wanted Van so bad that I, regrettably, ignored that whisper in the back of my mind.
I’d make sure to get tested before tour, that much was absolutely happening.
But there was also a part of me that trusted Van and believed that he wouldn’t do that to me.
After all, it would have been pretty wild to keep working at a job after you fucked the boss and gave him chlamydia or something.
The point being was I knew it was a bad decision, but it was a bad decision I was willing to make.
His eyes marinated into mine, a stare so full of the things we didn’t need to speak to one another that it actually scared me a little bit.
I’d never felt so connected to someone, let alone so connected to someone when we were about to have sex for the first time.
Van was opening me up in many ways, in ways I never could have been prepared for.
Van grabbed his dick, stroking himself for a few measures.
My dick leapt as I watched him spit, his saliva being caught by the fist wrapped around his dick as he spread the wetness to his length.
His aim was honestly impressive, and I groaned at the sight of being allowed to witness Van stroke himself and lube his dick with his own spit.
I was so turned on I thought I was going to collapse in on myself.
Pressure met my hole as the head of his dick met me for the first time. All the anticipation that had been itching under my skin for this moment ceased, and the silent idea that what I’d been waiting for was finally here.
The eye contact didn’t stop even as Van started to press his cock into my hole.
My mouth dropped open, feeling every amount of pressure that he was applying so that he could fit himself inside me.
He stopped once the head popped in, glancing down at me with a knowing look on his face.
Wordlessly, I nodded, telling him that it was okay to continue.
It was starting to burn like a bitch, but there was no way in hell I was stopping.
I wanted Van to stay true to his implications and rail the fuck out of me.
That could only happen if I braved the pain now so I could get to the inevitable pleasure that was waiting for me on the other side.
Giving me a nod back in return, Van made a slow pace of pushing inside me.
He would stop every couple of inches, waiting for me to give him some sort of cue that I was okay enough for him to go on.
Both of us were panting by the time he was all the way inside, his pelvis flush against my ass and his balls firmly pressed to my skin.
I saw nothing but kindness and affirmed gentleness in his eyes the entire time. I gave him a smirk that probably came off more like a contented smile, but I didn’t feel self-conscious. Van was already so familiar to me that I couldn’t help but see him as someone I was completely safe around.
“Feeling better?”
“Fuck yes.” I hissed back, feeling adjusted to his substantial size.
Laughing lightly, Van lowered himself down so that he could kiss me again, his tongue feeling like lightning in my mouth.
If it were possible for me to get drunk off of a man’s kiss, I’d forever be an alcoholic with Van.
He had this way of blending his desperation for me into a comforted cocoon, and it was something I never wanted to part with.
Which didn’t bode well for me in the future.
Future Alistair could deal with that fallout. Present Alistair was about to get fucked.