4. Chapter 4 #2
My hands roamed over his body, learning every ridge of muscle as our cocks glided together under the water. My earlier orgasm had taken the edge off, but I was already hard again, and Jian was wild and desperate.
“Fuck,” I whimpered against his mouth as I ground down on him. “Jian, please.”
“I mean, since you asked.”
He spun me around, bending me forward over the smooth stone edge of the tub. Water sluiced down my back as he positioned me how he wanted me—ass in the air, face pressed against my forearms, which rested on the warm stone floor, while my legs were still in the water.
“Been thinking about this ass since last night.” His palms slid over my cheeks, spreading them apart. “So fucking perfect and curvy and cute.”
I wiggled my hips, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
He did. He gripped my ass and his mouth descended on me without warning, his tongue finding my hole with devastating precision. I jerked forward, a strangled cry escaping my lips as pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt shot through me.
“What are you… Jian? Oh fuck.”
His chuckle rumbled against my skin. “Mm, I want to wreck this tight little hole.”
His tongue circled, teasing sensitive skin.
“Oh wow,” I babbled, pushing back against his face. “Holy fuck, Jian.”
He hummed against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation as his tongue pushed inside, circling and teasing me.
I clutched at the smooth stones, desperate for something to anchor me as he devoured me.
My cock hung heavy between my legs, dripping steadily into the water as he worked me open.
Time dissolved into a haze of pleasure. I lost track of everything except the wet heat of his mouth, the strong grip of his hands holding me open, the occasional scrape of teeth that made me jerk and cry out.
My thighs trembled from the effort of staying upright, and I found myself begging—for what, I wasn’t sure.
“Please, please, Jian, I need—I can’t—please.” My voice broke on a particularly deep thrust of his tongue.
He pulled back, landing a sharp smack on my ass that made me yelp. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
“You.” I turned to look at him over my shoulder, my face flushed and desperate. “Your cock. Inside me. Please.”
His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with lust. “Do you have supplies?”
I nodded frantically, remembering the packets I’d stashed in my wallet before I’d headed to the clubs with my friends. “My wallet is in my back pocket. There are condoms and lube in there.”
Jian raised an eyebrow as he reached for the discarded pants and opened my wallet. “A prepared virgin. Interesting.”
I blushed harder. “Just in case. I mean, I want to, but I’ve never...”
He pulled several lube packets from my wallet. “Why carry these if you’ve never used them?”
“Hope springs eternal.” I tried for humor but ended up sounding breathless. “But something always gets in the way. My life is a series of dating disasters.”
Something possessive and fierce flashed across his face. “What?” He tore open a lube packet with his teeth. I watched over my shoulder as he coated his fingers liberally. “Anybody who doesn’t want this sweet little ass is an idiot.”
The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made me gasp. He circled slowly, teasing, before pressing just the tip inside. The intrusion burned slightly, but the hot water and tongue fucking had relaxed me enough that the discomfort quickly gave way to pleasure.
“More,” I demanded, pushing back against him.
He obliged, sliding his finger deeper, then adding a second alongside it. The stretch was more intense now—a delicious burn that had me panting and rocking back against his hand. When he curled his fingers and found my prostate, I nearly screamed, my vision whiting out for a moment.
“Mm. That’s a good spot, isn’t it?” He sounded smug. “Like that, baby?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I gasped as he massaged that spot mercilessly. “How do you—I thought you were straight.”
He scoffed, adding a third finger that made me whimper. “Never said I haven’t done anal. Just never with a guy. Is this little button that makes you lose your goddamn mind your prostate?” He touched it again as a demonstration, and I whimpered, lifting my ass like an offering.
He spread his fingers, stretching me wider. “You’re so responsive. So fucking perfect. I love anal, and women usually put up with it, but you’re about to fuck yourself on my hand like a little whore, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t stop my body from doing just that. I gripped a crack in the stone floor, closing my eyes, and riding his hand for a long moment as he whispered dirty words in my ear, praising me.
And just when I thought I might come from his fingers alone, he withdrew them. I whined at the loss, but then he was manhandling me again, lifting me out of the water to sit on the edge of the tub. He positioned me with my feet braced against the inside edge, legs spread wide, everything exposed.
“I want to see your face when I fill you for the first time. I want to watch the moment you realize you’re owned.”
He blinked and cleared his throat.
“I mean, just in a fun, sexy sense, not like you’re my fated mate and I am now going to keep you.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, flushing at the thought of really, truly belonging to him. “What?”
“Never mind. Ignore the weird things I say. We’re going to move on to the fucking now.” He held up a condom, then frowned. “My biology doesn’t allow viruses or bacteria to survive. But I’ll wear a condom if you want.”
“Do you want?” I asked.
“I want to fucking breed you.” He cleared his throat and looked at the wall for a long moment, taking a slow breath. “I mean that in a sensible, fun, normal way, not a psycho way.”
“You’re insane.” I laughed, then moaned as he slicked lube over his cock, showing off its size with a few long strokes. I spread my legs wider, making sure he knew I was ready to be stuffed.
“I’m a fucking panda. What do you expect?
We’re all a little unhinged.” Jian positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my stretched hole.
He was big—bigger than any toy I’d ever used—and for a moment, I wondered if this would work.
He took a shaky breath, then met my eyes, circling his cock around my entrance, teasing me. “You want this, right?”
“Yeah. Do you?”
He blew out a breath. “So fucking much. I need to bury myself inside you and just stay there. Join myself to you.”
“In a sensible, non-psycho way.”
“Just say you want my dick to split you open, little slut. Please.” He swallowed. “Or, I mean, not. Like I could stop. I have self-control.”
I surged up and kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip. “You don’t have to use self-control with me.”
“I’m fucking using it right now. So much self-control. You have no idea.”
I giggled. “Well, maybe it’s time to let go and fuck me, then.”
His eyes were on mine, intense and focused in a way I didn’t think I could look away from if I tried, as he shifted forward, teasing my hole with the head of his cock, circling my entrance and pressing just a little inside.
“Breathe,” he commanded softly, one hand stroking my thigh while the other guided his cock. “Relax for me.”
I forced myself to exhale as he pressed forward, the pressure building until suddenly the head popped past the tight ring of muscle. We both gasped. The stretch was intense, burning in a way that walked the perfect line between pleasure and pain.
“Fuck,” I breathed, eyes wide as I watched my body yield to him. “I think I love having cock inside me.”
“You love having my cock inside you. Only mine.” He stroked my cock slowly, helping me adjust, making sure I felt good. “You’re so fucking tight, Cody. So perfect around me.”
He inched forward gradually, giving me time to adapt to each new stretch. When he finally bottomed out, I felt impossibly full, completed in a way I’d never experienced. He stayed still, pulsing inside me, his face a mask of concentration.
“Move,” I begged, rolling my hips experimentally. “Please, Jian.”
He started slow—shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as I opened for him. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure up my spine, his cock dragging against my prostate in a way that made me see stars. I clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist.
“This is fucking mine,” he growled, his pace increasing. “My tight little hole. No one else has had the privilege of seeing you beg like a sweet little slut.”
“Just you,” I agreed, lost in the sensation. “Only a slut for you.”
He gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises, using the leverage to drive deeper. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the small room, mingling with our gasps and moans. My cock bounced between us, untouched but leaking continuously.
“Touch yourself,” Jian commanded, his rhythm faltering. “Want to feel you come on my cock?”
I obeyed, wrapping my hand around myself and stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming—his cock stretching me open, my hand working my length, his eyes devouring every reaction on my face.
“I’m close,” I warned as pressure coiled at the base of my spine. “Jian, I’m going to—”
“Do it.” He slammed into me harder. “Come for me, Cody.”
My orgasm hit like a tsunami, tearing through me with such intensity that I sobbed.
I clamped down on his cock as I came, painting my chest and stomach with thick ropes of white cum.
Jian cursed, his thrusts becoming erratic as my body spasmed around him.
I braced my hands on the stone behind me and slammed up into him, desperate to be filled again and again.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned. “Going to fill you up. Paint your insides with cum.”
“Please. I need it,” I begged, still riding the aftershocks of my own orgasm.
He buried himself to the hilt one final time, his whole body tensing as he came.
I felt the heat of it filling me, the pulse of his cock as he emptied himself deep inside me.
His face in that moment was breathtaking—all his guardedness stripped away, leaving only raw pleasure and something warm and almost sweet.
He collapsed against me, arms tightening around my waist, both of us breathing hard. After a moment, he carefully withdrew before helping me back into the hot water. My legs were too shaky to support me, and he coaxed me to collapse into his lap, burying his face against my neck.
“Stay another day,” he murmured against my ear, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. “Don’t go back to Reno yet.”
I turned in his arms to face him, surprised by the raw need in his eyes. This wasn’t part of our arrangement. This wasn’t fake anymore. I pressed my lips to his, tasting the salt of our exertion, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my palm.
“I’ll stay,” I whispered against his mouth, sliding my arms around his waist. “I’ll call in sick.”
His whole body shook as I pressed closer, and something about his face made me forget all about my worries about getting home.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m not leaving.”
Relief flooded his face, followed quickly by something fiercer, more possessive. “Good.” He kissed me again, softer this time but no less intense.
“Do I get to pet you as a panda now?” I asked.
He laughed, shaking his head, and wrapped his arms tightly around me. “Give me a minute.”