9. Nine
Nine
I was still on my chest with my ass high in the air when Aiden shuffled behind me. The cushion by my ankles dented before a hot wetness rushed from the back of my balls to my tailbone.
I yelled in surprise as suddenly his tongue creased my ass.
“Look at your pretty hole, Connor. You're so red for me. Did I fuck you raw already?”
A groan fell from me as he fastened a hand against my ass, bracing himself. A low shout flew from me as he stuck his tongue deep inside me. The soft wetness was a relief compared to the way his cock forced me open. Though I instantly changed my mind when he withdrew his rough tongue to scour over each bump and aching groove of my asshole before quickly dipping back into my hole.
Aiden moaned as he pressed deeper, arching the tip so he could stroke inside like he had with his fingers.
It was so good after the way he’d pounded into me, I swung my stiff arms forward so I could press my palms against the arm of the couch and push my ass back into his face. I groaned as he circled his tongue inside me, my thighs shuddering, my asshole clenching hard around his tongue.
The way the pointed tip explored me felt more precise than his fingers or his cock. He pulled back, taking another slow lick, and I was so sensitive that I could follow even the smallest movement of his tongue covering my ass.
I was melting all over again. I swore I'd come from how gentle he was being compared to the way he had taken my ass.
Until he plunged his tongue deeper. His beard scraped against my ass cheeks as his teeth dented my skin, but it made his spiraling tongue even hotter.
“What are you—” I gasped, and my body jolted as I realized he wasn't just licking me—he was sucking.
Instead of resisting, my cock twitched and I relaxed my ass so I could get more.
But the hand on my ass cheek gripped hard as his other hand reached under me to capture my cock.
He held me tight from both sides, keeping me trapped.
“Oh God, Aiden,” I choked against the pillow as the sound of him sucking my ass grew louder. “What are you doing?”
He laughed as he yanked his tongue away. “You think I'm gonna let you keep my cum? All you've done is been a hole for my dick. You only get my cum when you really prove you want it,” he said as he pressed my cockhead between his thumb and forefinger.
I winced at the sting as he placed a hard bite on the curve of my ass, marking me for him again.
It was a choice between him sucking on my ass until he was satisfied, or being able to feel his cock inside me again. And I was way past the stage of being embarrassed to ask for it.
“But I want it,” I choked out, using the arm of the couch to push my ass back to him. “I want your cum.”
There was another bite on my ass before he growled out, “I decide when you get my cum, Connor. Is that clear?”
I groaned as he fell back onto me. My ass tingled as his tongue and hard lips pulled at my ass, the suction forcing his cum to ooze out of me.
The harder he sucked, the more I could feel it. As soon as he plunged his tongue inside me to scoop out his cum, he sent me into another round of cries.
My pleasure was building again, especially when he alternated between sucks on my ass and squeezes on my cock.
I never guessed I was a masochist, but the pain dug deep into me and made the pleasure even more intense.
I rocked my hips against his face. “Harder, Aiden,” I rasped. “Suck me harder.”
I wanted him to take back his cum just so he would plunge his cock inside me and fill me again.
“That's right,” Aiden hummed from between my fucking ass cheeks. “Just grind into my face. Next time you can ride me so I can get my tongue nice and deep.”
Another groan echoed from me as he fucked me with his tongue.
Pressing quickly in, drawing steadily back, his fingers digging into my ass cheek to keep me glued on his face.
I should have found the sounds of him slurping his cum out of me gross. But he moaned and grunted like he enjoyed it as much as I did.
“Fuck,” he hissed as his tongue popped free. “I never thought fucking little Connor Stewarts would be so good.”
I relaxed my ass again as he shifted his hand, grabbing my hips so he could angle me just right. Pleasure exploded through my veins as I backed onto him, circling my ass against his face. With his tongue hard and straight, I was suddenly fucking him. He was in charge, he decided how I moved, but it was my ass driving onto his tongue.
“Yes, God, please, Aiden,” I moaned out as the thrusts grew harder. “Keep playing with my ass.”
“There’s no way I’m ever leaving an ass as sweet as this. You’re going to be my personal cocksleeve from now on, aren't you?”
Did that mean he wouldn't fuck anyone else? Or that I wasn't supposed to fuck anyone else?
Or maybe I was the only guy who could take his cock properly.
Satisfaction rumbled through me as his teeth pressed against the bite he’d made, sinking his teeth even deeper.
I wondered if he was planning to leave a scar.
I grit my jaw at the harsh ache. It was so much more than the sting and, as he licked at it, I tensed my ass cheek, feeling the tug of the bite on my skin.
It felt like he was being gentle. I was probably making shit up because I was so high on pleasure my brain was trying to cope with the fact I was being railed by an ex-convict. Because there was no way he would be gentle with me.
He shot backwards, releasing my tender ass and my weak cock. I gasped at the loss. “Aiden,” I croaked, twisting my head to look at him. “Where are you going?”
The couch shook as he moved behind me. “You took my cock so fucking well, pretty boy. I want to see what else you can take.”
It was when I heard the crinkle of the bottle that I worked it out. I still jumped when the oil landed on my back. Not my ass or even my cock, but straight onto my lower back.
It slipped down my ass crack, over my sensitive hole, as well as sliding up my spine.
His hand shot out, quickly catching the oil racing between my shoulder blades. He solidly brushed his hand back towards my tailbone. I shivered at how smoothly he stroked me.
The oil fell over my tailbone, building around my asshole.
He rubbed my back, spreading the oil across me, massaging me like he gave a fuck. Like with his tongue on my ass, the softness was making me crazy. He found just the right way to push into my tight muscles to make me moan. It was even better than a sports therapy session.
“Your hungry ass keeps gobbling me straight up,” he said with the same smirk in his voice.
I twisted my head, my neck so stiff I winced as I looked around at him.
He was on his knees, rearing above me like a tattooed and pierced bear. His glistening cock remained at the level of my ass, and I felt another surge of heat at the way he fixed his gaze on my hole.
“Are you ready for my fingers?” he asked, and my ass clenched in reply. I parted my lips to answer him properly, but he got there first.
“I'm gonna take that as a yes,” he chuckled.
His fingers dented my skin as both hands traveled to my tailbone.
I groaned as he ran them straight to my asshole, bursting out in a shout as four oily fingers lined up against my ass, two from each hand.
“It won't fit,” I gasped.
“You took my cock, you can take this,” he growled, seconds before he slowly pushed them in.
My ass spasmed, but I couldn't move as he drove himself deep into me.
Pleasure fired through me as my ass opened up again, and he didn't hesitate to start thrusting.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Look how easily I'm slipping inside you.” He chuckled as he alternated his strokes, pushing two fingers in as he removed the other two.
My whole body shuddered as he sped up, laughing at the way I moaned.
I liked that he was having fun teasing me. He said my ass was great, but I wanted to be the best he'd ever had.
My ass was loose enough that there was no resistance as he pistoned his fingers in and out of me.
My cock felt cold without his touch. I was sure I had no cum left, but as I rocked my hips again, something hot trailed down my shaft. From the squelch of Aiden's fingers and the speed of his thrusts, it was easy to guess what it was. “If you hadn't drained my cock so quickly, I'd be straight back inside you. You're wide open for me, pretty boy. Do you like it when I do this?”
I yelled out in shock as he hooked his fingers around my aching asshole, suddenly latching onto the hard ring of muscle, tugging my ass open.
“No, Aiden! Aiden! I can't take it!” He was pulling so hard I thought it might actually rip.
“Sorry, pretty boy, you're gonna have to. I want to see how far this ass can spread for me. How can you call yourself a good cocksleeve if you can't even take this?”
My back bowed as he pulled again, and I had to slam my face back into the pillow to drown out the sound. As soon as I was buried, I tried to ease the pressure by sticking my ass even higher. But it was so tight, not just around my ass, but in my thighs and my abs, my neck and jaw hard, my fingers curling into my palm.
I was losing my fucking mind as my ass gave in.
It was in my nature to fight hard to reach a goal. I'd already learned that if I submitted, the pleasure would be mind-blowing. But it was hard to give in when he was treating my ass like an elastic band.
Thrust, tug, thrust, tug, spreading me wider and wider until tears soaked the pillow.
Even though he was opening me so much, I felt empty without his cock.
After what felt like hours of torture, I finally admitted what I wanted.
I lifted my neck to gasp, “Fill me. Aiden, please. I want to be filled.”
He chuckled as he gave me another harsh tug. “I want to split your ass open so badly,” he hummed. But instead of pushing inside me, he removed his fingers. “Fuck, I can't decide which is I like more—your cries or your ass.”
“I just want your cock,” I groaned. He must have been preparing me for that, so why couldn't he give it to me? “Will you fuck me?”
“Oh no, you don't deserve this cock yet. You need to do something for me first.”
“What? What else can I do?” I was literally lying on my chest and presenting my ass to him like a buffet. I didn't think there was anything else I could do.
He suddenly grabbed one ass cheek in his huge hand, and I didn't even have a second to shout as he buried four pointed fingers inside me.
There was absolutely no resistance as he reached the widest part of his hand and a guttural groan fell from me.
Even though he'd only pulled his cock out five minutes ago, it felt as if I'd been empty for days.
I choked on my breath as he quickly twisted his wrist, as if he was trying to tunnel into my ass. The bump of his fingers had my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I ground against him.
“Oh, you like that, pretty boy? Do you like feeling me screwing you?”
“Yes,” I rasped as he twisted his wrist again. “Just keep going, Aiden.”
His hand stayed on my lower back, steadying as he kept going. With each push, he stretched me even more.
He'd been testing my limits all night, showing me how far I could go, but the way I was opening up now was different than with his cock, or his tugging on my ass.
But his fingers kept pushing harder, grinding and forcing my ass. It was even harder than when he was basically tearing it open.
“Aiden, what’s happening?” I asked, my voice cracking in fear and desire.
I wasn't running away. I wanted to find out what it was like, but I didn't want it to hurt.
“You stay there, pretty boy. I need to see if your ass really wants to be filled.”
The tension picked up again. I’d barely come down from the last orgasm, and suddenly I was crying out again. Harder and harder he went, stretching me so far there was a pop which echoed inside me.
I gave a loud yell as he slipped past my ass and fed his whole hand inside me.
I couldn’t process it. I was staring at the weathered arm of the couch, my pupils blown, wondering if I was in some kind of dream where an ex-convict had shoved his hand up my ass.