Chapter 15 #3
The stupidly handsome smugness on Van’s face as he started to pull his hips back, allowing his dick to slide out of me, was just as agonizing as the slow pace he was exuding.
He was so attractive and charming that it was dumbfounding.
It wasn’t lost on me that I was an attractive man as well, but I’d never had the best self-esteem growing up, so being able to believe that a guy like Van could be interested in me was blowing my mind.
I groaned obscenely when he thrusted back in, jolting my body like it was simply a ripple in the water of his motion.
And that was all the notice I got. After that first initial withdraw from my body, Van kept true to his word to make sure I was truly ravaged.
He started slamming into me, shaking both our bodies from the impact of his force.
Minutes turned into standstills of time, my mind incapable of calculating time when he started to experiment with his bulldozing assault on my ass, switching up the angle his dick was aiming for before returning to my hole with a wild recklessness that already had me teetering on the edge of self-control.
The bed was a fucking goner, I knew that much. It was squeaky for one, but the headboard was repeatedly being thrown against the wall from the sheer power of his thrusts. It was hot as fuck.
I was so overloaded by how powerful and strong and sensual our sex was that I hadn’t even thought to stroke myself, too hellbent on savoring the repeated strikes Van was eager to keep up.
My dick looked red and swollen, ready to fucking burst from where it laid against my stomach.
My legs were still being held up by both Van and myself, and I was making incoherent noises as Van’s pace doubled, his angle shifting just a bit.
When that happened, something inside my body exploded.
I was convinced that I was seeing starbursts behind my blue eyes, thinking that my body was actually deciding to implode in on itself.
The narrow wave of pleasure that radiated from me when Van kept that position, clearly taking into account my reaction to his movements, it was something so insurmountable that I couldn’t even begin to describe it.
It just felt fucking amazing and I didn’t want Van to stop.
I had enough thought to snake my hand down between our bodies and just the act of grasping my dick was almost enough to have me spewing over my fist.
“Not a chance,” Van said, swatting away my hand and replacing it with his own, churning a yelp of ecstasy from me as he began pumping his hand up and down my shaft. “If you’re going to come, it’s going to be by my hand.”
How the fuck was he able to speak, jack my cock, and annihilate my prostate all at the same time? I could barely do anything but arch my body to meet his thrusts and whimper in a puddle of pleasure. His stamina was admirable, but his words were going to make me lose it.
“Fuck,” I managed to draw out in an elongated stretch of speech, brought on by the clobbering of my ass by his cock. “Van, I’m so close.”
“That’s right, baby.” Van purred, and I was already feeling my balls tighten from the low rumble of his voice. “Come for me.”
Your wish is my command, my body seemed to think, because I was groaning as I started to unleash my release, Van’s hand adamantly flying up and down my dick as I painted my chest and stomach with my cum.
“Fucking hell, Alistair.” Van seethed through his tight jaw, still pummeling his dick in and out of me.
“You’re squeezing my cock so fucking tight.
” His hand came off my drained dick, my very core being obliterated in the best way as I watched him lick my cum off of the hand that had just been drenched.
He growled as he ate my load, and then a true grimace appeared on his face.
“I’m gonna come!” He announced with a loudly raised tone.
“Give it to me, Van.” Finding my voice at the last second was so unlike me, but I didn’t care. I was practically screaming my words. I wanted Van’s load more than I’d wanted anything in that moment. “Fucking come inside me!”
My words broke him as he plunged as deep inside of my ass as he could manage, feeling the kick of his cock as he fired his release inside me, my eyes closing at the sensation.
Van’s cries of climax rang loudly, bringing me back so I could focus on the twisted look of satiation scribbled along the lines of Van’s stubble.
His pants started to subside as his eyes found mine and our smiles aligned as we savored the moment.
A series of loud beats sounded from the wall behind us, sounding like someone was beating their fists against the wall.
Both of us broke the stare we were sharing to look at the wall like it was the latest magical discovery.
It wasn’t until we heard the faint words, “Shut the fuck up!” coming from the other side of the wall that we glanced back at each other in astonishment.
Bubbling laughter broke us, and Van kept putting a finger over his lips even as he struggled to keep his own laughter from spilling out from between his phalange. I covered my mouth to muffle the hysteria, but the truth was, I wanted to shout from the rooftops.
I’d just had one of the most incredible experiences in my life and I think people deserved to hear about it. Although, keeping some things, like Van, to myself didn’t sound like the worst idea in the world.
Laughter subsiding, we stared at each other again and I felt Van’s hand trickle through the mess that had become my long blond hair during our excursion. He started to comb though my strands, ending his trek by caressing my jaw.
“You’re incredible, Alistair Finn.”
The earnest declaration from him rocked me, from the inside out.
How was I supposed to respond to such words?
Especially when they were coming from him, knowing that he meant every intention behind the delivery?
It was overwhelming, and there was a stir in the very pit of my stomach that I chose to ignore, and did the only thing I could think of.
I placed my hand on the back of his neck and guided him into another kiss, needing to show him rather than tell him how incredible I thought he was. During our kiss, I realized two very important things:
Van could fuck like a goddamn Olympian and I was absolutely fucked from thinking I could easily move beyond my crush on him.