11. Eleven
Eleven
I nodded in reply, my neck aching from where he’d forced my head down.
“Right,” he said as he reached out and took my hips. His rough fingertips scratched over the bruises he had made earlier when I was riding his cock. “Then get up.”
My arms trembled as I brought my legs under me, preparing to stand. I used to push myself so hard in practice that I wouldn't be able to move the next day because my muscles were burning. And this felt like the same thing.
As I twisted to press my feet against the floor, he guided me so I was facing him. With his hands on my waist and his stupid fucking smirk.
“Are you sure you can stand?” he asked. “You're looking pretty shaky there.”
It had been easier to let go into pleasure when I didn't have to see his triumphant expression.
“I'm fine,” I replied through gritted teeth.
Though, as soon as I shifted my legs from under me to stand, my ass clenched and I groaned. As my feet hit the carpet, I stumbled, grabbing onto his shoulders. His fingers dug tight into my waist as he kept me upright.
I blushed, going to bat his hand away, but he just grinned. “It looks like you need somewhere to sit, and I know a great place.” His eyes dropped to his hard cock, making it obvious where I needed to go.
From the way my mouth watered at the thought of having him inside me again, I was clearly fucked up. There was no other way to describe it.
He said earlier that I'd never want to fuck another cheerleader again. There was nothing stopping me fucking someone else after this. How was I ever going to come again without something in my ass?
Even though Aiden was a criminal, his cock was fucking amazing.
“Now, you’re going to flip around and sink your loose ass back down onto my cock. This is going to be better for you. It’s only seven inches. A nice break from my fist.”
I turned around, meeting the faces of the gay porn actors. They were both coming, their faces seriously messed up, and I totally got it. Because there was no looking normal after what Aiden did to me.
Judging by the noises behind me, I guessed that he was smearing more oil on his cock. We must have used up the entire bottle by now.
There was no saving the couch, but I didn't want to think so far ahead in the future anymore. No big game, no making excuses, just fulfilling my raging need to be fucked.
“I want you to spread your ass cheeks for me. Let me see my cock disappearing inside you.”
I groaned, my aching cock twitching. I wanted to see it too. I wanted to watch his cock sliding into me.
It was strange how each thing I did was even more embarrassing than the last. I thought getting fisted would be the most humiliating thing I'd ever done, but it turns out it wasn't as bad as what came next.
I squeezed my eyes together, the blush of my cheeks growing redder as I leaned forward.
My arms shook even harder as I gripped my ass cheeks, pulling myself apart for him.
“Fuck me, look at that hole. You took my fist so well your asshole’s going to be this shape forever.”
I flinched as both slicked-up hands grabbed my hips. “Bend those knees now. I'll make sure you sit on me nice and good.”
My ass kept twitching as he tugged me, taking my weight as he eased me backwards.
We both sucked in breaths as his cock knocked against my ass. Followed by two groans as his pierced tip easily slipped inside me.
I thought I'd adjusted to the pleasure, but even that tiny movement had my eyes rolling.
He lowered me like I was sitting on a chair, my shoulders pressing against his chin.
The swell of his cock was even more intense in that position. With my weight pulling me down, he slid in naturally, and my asshole was all ready for him.
A hand left my hip, pushing against my stomach, making sure I fell straight onto his cock. “You’re going to wriggle your ass for me. Make sure you’re comfortable before I ram into you.”
“Ram?” I asked. I was sure I’d reached the halfway point of his cock, but there seemed to be more and more.
I was so hungry that I wanted to drop straight down, but he wouldn't let me.
“Yeah, ram. Did you think I was going to be soft and gentle since I had my fist in you?”
He sank his hand deeper into my hip, leaning up so his teeth skimmed my shoulder blade. “I told you, I’m going to ruin you. That doesn’t just take an hour.” He hummed as he dug his fingers in harder. “I’ve got the whole night to train your sweet ass. How does that sound?”
I groaned as he entered another inch.
I thought I was tired now, but how would I be if he fucked me for the rest of the night? I'd probably pass out.
“You’re going to see why my cock is the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you,”
“I already—” I cut myself off as I adjusted my hips, clenching hard around his cock as his piercing pressed against the entrance to my ass. “I already know.”
“Know what?” The grin in his voice widened behind me.
He sent me the other way, pushing at my ass, lifting me slowly off of his cock. I was so fucked up that there was no way I could get the upper hand. “Already know what, Connor?” he repeated.
I rolled my eyes as his tip nearly slipped out and he threatened to take it away from me completely.
“That your cock is the best,” I gasped, worried I'd lose his cock if I didn't act fast enough.
“Dammit,” he hissed. “You keep saying things which just make me want to fuck you even harder. Now, spread those legs for me. I’ve got something else to show you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. How could he show me anything else when it felt like he'd already taken me to the extreme?
Aiden grabbed my hips, yanking me backwards. He chuckled as his forehead bumped my spine. “There’s so many ways I can fuck you hard enough that you can’t even walk, but this way will feel even better.”
“Why?” I asked as he pulled me so my back was flush against his chest.
“Because your ass is all ready and open. So, all I need to do is this.”
I didn't even know what was happening until suddenly I was falling straight backwards.
And the world exploded again.
Another scream tore from me as his cock sailed straight into my ass. I thudded hard against his thighs, the impact shaking my body as his moan burst in my ear.
I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe . My own weight had driven me so hard onto him I was sure he had pushed up to my lungs again.
He held my shoulder like he had before, making sure I stayed on his lap.
All I could feel was his cock and the insane pleasure beating through me. It was as if I wasn't even a person. I was just a fucking space for his cock to work its magic.
“Aiden,” I called as he used the hand on my waist to make me grind against him. “Aiden, I think I'm gonna die…”
“Then isn’t that great? You get to die being fucked by me.”
Everything was so sensitive and raw, and it felt as if I was home as we both shifted our hips and adjusted ourselves.
I had to find something to hold onto. In this position, the only thing keeping me upright was his hand on my shoulder and his cock deep inside me.
I threw my arms out, trying to grip onto something. We were in the middle of the couch, and his thighs were trapped under mine. I could grab the hand on my hip, but it wasn't enough. I needed more…
My back arched as my elbows bent outwards. My left hand sailed over my other shoulder, desperately clinging to him. Instead of his neck, my palm covered his ear as I clutched his bald head.
He laughed as I craned my neck back, looking at him with parted lips. Pleasure froze me as he ground his hips in a circle, driving me wild.
“Aiden…” I gasped, meeting the glint in his eye that instantly pissed me off. And that’s when he jolted his hips upwards and made me cry out again.
“That's it, pretty boy,” he hummed. “Make sure you've got my dick nice and deep.”
He leaned forward, and a moan fell from him as he took my lips. His mouth was covered in cum and oil, and he spread it all around me. I kept pushing on his head, making sure he kissed me.
Aiden's hand left my shoulder, feeding down my arm as he kissed me, along my waist and hips, grasping my thighs again. Even the smallest movement had more pleasure swirling through me. A deep breath, the twitch of his dick, the slight bend at his waist as he reached for me.
And suddenly he wrenched my thighs apart.
One moment I was sitting on his cock, the next, he was pulling my knees open. My hips bent, exposing my ass and his cock to the room.
He broke the kiss, leaving me empty. Our gazes went straight to my hard cock, shining from all the times he'd stroked and sucked me.
“You ready?” he asked, the amusement that had been in his voice since the day he arrived echoing through me.
All I could do was groan as my head notched back against his shoulder.
“Come on, pretty boy. You can do better than that. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I murmured next to his cheek. “I'm ready.” Even though I seriously wasn't. I was so spent, but his cock felt so good.
He dug his fingers even harder into my thighs. “Good. Now, let’s see how many times we can make you come.”
Another scream tore from me as he raised me, his muscles tensing, and I barely heard his grunt at the effort of dragging me up his cock.
And the noises falling from my lips as he dropped me back onto his cock didn't sound human. It was as if my voice had been replaced with an animal as he fucked me from underneath.
My ass grew number and number with each thud down and every surge up.
“Stroke yourself, Connor. I want to see my pretty boy come again.”
Everything was so hot and hard as he lifted me up and released me back down on his cock. All I could do was hold onto him and grab my cock as he kept asking me questions:
“Is that good? What if I bend my hips like this? Are you going to come already?”
And every single time, I cried “Yes!”
The smell of sweat and oil and cum was all we needed as we became lost in our own world.
The front door sat on the other side of the TV. It was obvious the neighbors could hear us and someone would come knocking.
But I didn't expect the front door to click, slowly opening, the harsh light of the stairwell flooding the room, and Aiden and me.
I groaned as Candice, the cheerleader I'd been fucking on and off for the past month, met me with a shocked look.
The quiet which hit us was only filled with the squelch of my ass and couch, creaking to Aiden’s rough thrusts.
She gaped at us. “Connor, what the fuck is going on?” She clutched the hidden key I'd left by the front door so girls I fucked could sneak in.
I couldn’t speak; he was fucking me so hard that I just stuck out my ass and let him take me.
I was sure she got a close up of the way Aiden’s dick was disappearing into my ass. Even the idea made me so hot that I pressed myself harder to him, moaning.
“Why don’t you show your little cheerleader how well you come for me?”
He rammed me down so hard my teeth rattled as I shouted out. The force pounded through my body, burying deep into me, stealing all my common sense.
My eyes had adjusted to the light so I could see her appalled expression properly as he lifted me up. I wanted to turn and find out if Aiden looked as fucked up as I felt.
“Who’s my little cocksleeve?” he asked, and I could tell he was looking straight at Candice.
I groaned as he held me at the top of his cock. Aiden's arms shook with my weight, like he could drop me any second. But any second couldn't come quickly enough.
“Me,” I gasped, meeting Candice’s pale face. “I’m your little cocksleeve!”
“You’re so fucking good,” he whispered in my ear, tipping me over the edge.
I whimpered, half in pleasure, half in pain as I came. I thought there was nothing left to come out, but I still shot enough that it landed on the carpet by her feet.
Aiden burst out laughing as her face twisted in horror.
“Holy shit, Connor— What the hell are you doing?” she yelled as she backed out of the door. “I’m telling everyone what a perv you are!”
She spun, vanishing. The door slammed behind her so loudly the TV rattled on the wall.
I was so fucked up on pleasure and cock that I didn’t care when she called me a pervert. Because that’s what I was, and it turned me on even more.
Though if Candice did tell a single other person at college, then my social life was over. But maybe it was worth it just to keep getting fucked by Aiden.
“You’re doing so fucking well, Connor. You even got rid of your cheerleader for me.”
“I didn’t—” I gasped. It wasn’t like I had a choice. I was covered in oil and impaled on his cock while I gripped my dick, so it wasn't like I could jump off and say it was an accident.
“Yeah, you did. You wouldn’t have come so prettily for me if you really wanted her to stay.” He growled as he bit the top of my spine. He was going to leave marks people would see tomorrow, though I was sure I wasn't going to be able to stand when Aiden decided he was finished with me.
“This time, you deserve my cum.”
He groaned as he dragged me back up, giving him space to slide in and out of my ass. The friction was so intense. I could feel cum and oil dripping from my ass, building up around his cock.
“Harder. Aiden! Fuck me harder.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep crying out for me.”
“Aiden, just keep going,” I moaned, trying to loosen my ass, get him even deeper as he pistoned his hips.
“Oh, fuck. I’m never going to get tired of this ass. Tell me again, Connor. Who does this ass belong to?”
Another cry burst from me as I felt him empty himself into me and a weak load shot from my cock as my vision went white. “You, Aiden,” I cried out. “I only want you.”
He thrust high into me, the thud echoing inside my head, both of us groaning as he kissed my shoulder.
“That’s my pretty boy,” he hummed, and I came again.