8. Eight
Eight
A iden grabbed one of the ratty blue pillows he'd been sleeping on, chucking it next to my head.
“You're gonna scream into this now. We wouldn't want you to fuck up your throat in case I shove my cock down it later. We want to keep your throat nice and smooth, don't we, pretty boy?” he said as he gripped my skull. He lifted my head, crushing my face into the pillow as he drew his fist back.
But my voice was already hoarse from all the sounds I’d made. There was no way my stinging throat was smooth. But that wouldn't stop him, anyway.
Which had an even fiercer wave of heat flood my body.
The more he used me, the sexier I felt.
I groaned as he pressed his other hand into the couch next to my head, molding his body on mine. His cock fit perfectly into the seam of my ass, and he ground against my aching hole.
It was so much easier for him to fuck me from this angle.
My skin felt as if it was going to burst from the force of being crushed under him, but I loved it as well. Instead of feeling like I was the top guy on the team, I felt small under his weight, like I was nothing compared to him. He could take me down if he wanted to and, even if I did fight him, there was no saving me.
Aiden pulled his hips back, his free hand clutching my waist as anticipation jumped inside me, especially when the hot tip of his cock lined up against my twitching ass.
The oil made it slick enough for both of us. The moment he thrust his hips, my lips parted in a silent scream as he drove himself so deeply inside me the whole couch shook.
It felt like I was being pierced with a spear. There was only his cock. And nothing else existed except for the need tearing through my body.
My vision went white as a solid thump ruined me. And he instantly drew back and slammed into me again. Another thrust, and another, and suddenly he was pounding me so hard I swear he was rearranging my insides.
By the time he found his rhythm, all I could do was lie there as he rained pleasure down on me.
I kept my cheek pressed into the pillow as he pinned my neck. It was so intense I couldn’t breathe, or maybe it was harder to draw breaths when it felt like he was sinking his cock into my lungs.
“Aiden,” I gasped as he thrust again. “I feel so full.”
“Yeah, you fucking do. This is the best cock you’ll ever have.”
Tears beaded at the corners of my eyes from the way he was handling me. I could thoroughly fuck a girl so she’d say it was the best sex she’d ever had, but I’d never felt any of those girls were my best fuck.
Because I didn't realize what a best fuck could really feel like.
How was I ever going to have sex with anyone else when he was destroying my ass? I didn’t care about the big game anymore—I just wanted to be fucked until I couldn’t even move.
Aiden's other hand pinned my wrist to the cushion as he pistoned in and out of me, using my ass however he wanted.
He knocked against my spine every time he rammed into me. The width of his cock was so much that my mouth was dragging along the pillow as my eyes rolled back into my head.
“This is what I mean about being my cocksleeve. Your ass was just meant to take a big dick like mine,” he groaned as he kept going, the entire couch shaking as my echoing cries and his grunts rung in my ears.
Something dripped onto my back and, looking at how pink his arm was with tension, I guessed it was sweat. There were beads trailing down his tattooed wrist next to my face. I wanted to lick them off of him like I had with my cum, but I was completely stuck in place.
I was Aiden's, and I could just let go and let him fuck me, my jaw rattling at how hard he fucked me.
I thrust my ass backwards as he surged forwards so he slammed into me even harder.
“Aiden, oh fuck!” I yelled out as he thudded so hard I was sure my freaking back cracked. “It's so fucking good,” I chanted, crying ‘Aiden’ with every move.
“That’s right, pretty boy, keep calling my name. I want your neighbors to know exactly who’s fucking you.”
I was supposed to care about them finding out. I was actually going to have to see them and talk to them again in the future. But it was probably too late now, anyway.
Because every time his cock reached deep inside me, all I wanted was more. I didn't care if I couldn't walk for days.
My body was dissolving, and I’d never felt so good. “Aiden, I want—”
“What do you want, pretty boy?” he said, pausing with his cock at the edge of my ass. “What does my greedy little cocksleeve want?”
Both of us were panting, the heat of our sweat and the slippery oil dripping down my thighs.
I opened up my eyes, looking up at him, still not quite believing this was happening. His whole body was strained, his face fearsome with his jaw tight and his glare, but I loved it. I wanted him to treat me more roughly.
“Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder.” I tried to move my hips, to get myself back onto him, but his fingers sank even harder into my waist.
“Fucking hell, Connor,” he growled, seconds before he thrust forward, tearing a shout from me. “Your ass is so fucking sweet.” He bent down. “Do you think you’re ready for my cum?”
I could have held back, but when he crashed into me again, I said ‘fuck it’ to any kind of pride I had left.
I met his gaze and his triumphant grin as he loomed over me, and I gave in.
“Yes, God,” I groaned as my back bowed, sticking my ass in the air for him like a dog. “Aiden, please. I want your cum.”
“And what do pretty boys say when they want their ass filled?”
He dragged his cock back, rolling his hips so his piercing rubbed against the inside of my ass.
My cock was twitching and leaking in response as he pushed inside me so slowly that I was going crazy.
“It’s yours, Aiden! My ass is yours!”
“Fuck, yeah. You better be ready for this, Connor. You should be honored I’m giving you my cum.”
His thrusts turned to easy rocking in time with his moans, his grunts growing deeper and louder. He released his weight, crushing me so much that all the air vanished from my lungs as his heavy muscle squeezed me.
I could tell he was concentrating, and just seeing the way his eyes closed, I felt how powerful I was for a moment. Or more like how powerful my ass was, as I deliberately clenched and felt the thrill of the win as he shuddered.
I did it again and he groaned, sliding farther into me. I wanted to feel him coming inside me, know that I was the one who did that to him. I was the one who made an ex-convict lose control.
My eyes rolled again as he edged deeper. It was even worse than his wild thrusting, because all I could do was hold my breath and wait for his piercing to hit that special spot inside me which made everything light up.
I tried to back my ass up, tried tightening, tried struggling under him, but I was totally his.
With a low grunt, warmth spread in my ass as Aiden came inside me.
I spread my knees, trying to widen up even though he’d trapped me under him. I cried out again as he kept rocking, making sure I had all of his cum.
Aiden's grip softened as he panted, keeping his dick inside me. “You squeezed me so hard,” he praised by my ear, biting the outer shell hard enough I yelped. “How’s it feel having a big guy like me come inside you?”
I whimpered as he licked his bite, my body on fire. Sparks jumped around my ass, my cock, my nipples rubbing against the couch, and on my cheek where I was still pressed against the couch.
“You’re such a greedy little cocksleeve. You just want me to stay inside you, don’t you?”
My eyes fluttered closed as the pressure on my ass decreased as his cock grew softer. “I want to be full, Aiden,” I groaned. I felt like I was worn out already, and I wasn't about to give in—not yet. If he was still going, I was going.
“Well, I can’t deny my pretty boy when he asks so nicely, can I?”
He let me go, my numb shoulders and wrists suddenly releasing, pins and needles scattering through me. I already missed his warmth as his hips left my ass and his cock fell free.
I struggled to lift myself up. Even though I was solid as fuck, my hips were killing me. My joints kept popping like an old man as I brought my arms under me and pushed myself up on all fours.
A deep chuckle vibrated behind me as his hand returned to my back. “No, no, you stay there, pretty boy. You nearly milked me dry, Connor. Now it's my turn to clean you up.”