15. Walt
WALT
He’s got me.
He’s taking care of me.
The sting of pain as he stretches me also brings me immense pleasure. He’s been playing with my ass for what feels like forever. My entire body aches with want, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I don’t want his fingers—I want all of him.
“Johnny,” I pant. “I’m…I’m ready.”
He bites his lip. “We don’t have to—”
“No. We don’t. But I want to. I want this…you. I want it all.”
He pulls his fingers from me, their absence a chill making me want him back instantly. But it doesn’t last long as he moves up to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “You’re gonna make me cum just by saying shit like that.”
“S-sorry.”
“Nah…don’t be sorry for wanting me. I’ll never be sorry for wanting to take every inch of this ass.”
“Fuuuck.”
He leans in, his voice quiet but firm. “You want me to fuck you, boss? You want to feel me deep inside you? You ready to be a good boy and let me take this perfect, untouched ass?”
My entire body is shaking with want, need, fucking nerves. But I don’t give a shit. All I want is him.
“Yes.”
He kisses me once more before grabbing a condom, rolling it over his impressive length, and drowning it in a sea of lube.
“Spread your legs for me, wide as you can,” he murmurs with a tone that is somehow demanding, soothing, and erotic all at once. I instantly obey. “Look at that perfect ass waiting for me.”
He grips his cock and rubs the tip against the opening between my cheeks. Then I feel him press in.
“Fuck, god, that’s…Ahhhh!”
“Take a deep breath. You can do this. I’m right here with you.”
I nod, expanding my lungs as far as they’ll go.
“Now exhale,” he orders, and I release the air I’ve been holding in as he gently presses into me a bit more. The burn feels like a fire, but one that lights a flame to something I never want to be without. Him.
“You, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re doing so fucking good for me.”
I moan loud enough for someone to hear me from three buildings away. I know I should be embarrassed, but I don’t care anymore. I’m done hiding.
His tongue wets his bottom lip. “You like hearing me tell you how well you’re doing, don’t you? Didn’t know someone like you would have such a praise kink. You think you can take a little more if I tell you how good you’re taking it?”
“Fuuuck,” I groan as he pushes in a little further.
“Look at you, taking this cock so well. I knew you were gonna be good for me.”
He presses in, finally seated completely inside me.
“I knew you could handle this, and fuck, if it isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“F-feels so g-good, Johnny.”
He stills, and I get used to the way he feels inside me. I’ve never felt so full, so wanted, so needed. And I’ve never felt so greedy for more.
“Johnny, please…fuck me.”
“You sure you’re okay? I’ll go slow.”
“I’m done going slow. I’ve crawled along my entire life. Now I want you to take me into the fast lane.”
He flashes me a smile that crashes through me, then starts to thrust. He starts off slowly, not wanting to damage me.
He doesn’t know he’s already ruined me for anyone else.
He leans down, one hand on each side of me on the bed, and pumps faster and faster with each thrust. Every time his hips push forward, the feel and sound of our skin slapping together has me trying not to lose control all over both of our stomachs.
The entire time, he stays locked in on me. His unwavering gaze reminding me that he’s got me. Always checking in with me. Telling me how good I am for him.
It’s more intoxicating than the bar full of alcohol downstairs.
“God, I’m close. You want me to come while I’m inside you?”
“Yes…fuck, yes.”
“One day, I’m gonna fuck you bare and watch my cum drip out across your cheeks.”
I groan, my hips bucking off the bed and nearly come undone at the thought. He pushes one of my knees up toward my head, using it as an anchor to pound into me harder, making me see stars.
“Let me see you fist that dick and come for me too.”
I hesitate only for the slightest of moments, before reminding myself there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. He’s got his dick in my ass for fucks sake; I can jerk off in front of him.
He picks up his pace as I pick up mine and, with a few more hard thrusts, he cries out as he finds his release and I find mine. Silence mixed with panted breaths fills the space between us as we both bask in the euphoria.
“That was…”
“Yeah. It was,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on my chest. “How are you feeling?”
My mind races to come up with words. I feel nothing like I thought I would. There’s no fear, no disappointment, no trace of the regret I was sure would follow. Only the overwhelming need to have him closer to me and never let go.
I place a hand on his still heaving chest, feeling his heart racing beneath it.
“Never been better.”