Chapter 26
RAFE
I curl around Brent, holding him in a twisted embrace while I fuck him. There’s a chance he’s beyond the ability to vocalize as I take everything I can from his body.
He pants, his body pretty limp in my arms, while I continue to drive into him, jerking every few thrusts when I hit him with enough precision at the right angle to force a reaction from him. His mouth hangs open, eyes wide and rolled back as he gasps.
“You like that?” I ask.
Brent makes a sound as I bury in deep and unload. My eyes cross as I do, groaning and shivering while I empty. My arms tighten, not letting him move more than a twitch.
“Fuck,” I moan, and suck on his neck. How the fuck am I ever going to get over this man?
“How do you feel about topping?” Might as well totally fuck myself and take everything I can from him.
A shiver races through his entire body, and he nods. “Yeah.”
“Can you fuck me just like this, Brent? Hold me down and take me?”
He groans. “Yes. However you want.”
Excitement floods my body. I’ve always contemplated this idea.
Not CNC. Not exactly. If I say stop, I want it to stop.
But I want to be held down and fucked with force.
I want my body to be bruised and ruined, used by someone else.
Someone big enough to take from me what they want and make me come on demand.
I’ve never asked for it before. Maybe I’ve never been brave enough. Or maybe I’ve never been in bed with someone long enough to feel the trust I need to ask before.
I continue to move in his ass slowly while we work on getting hard again. At the prospect of experiencing something I’ve thought about for ages.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
Brent takes a breath and nods. He doesn’t make any move to pull away though, so I continue slowly moving inside him. I close my eyes, willing my body to calm its excitement, but also get hard again. The more I manage to calm down, the more I feel my nerves creep in.
I don’t usually care if I top or bottom.
It’s all about vibe, and how I’m feeling about the guy I’m with.
Brent bottoming just happened naturally.
That’s how we fell into bed together. It is, however, unusual that we haven’t switched yet.
At least for me. I’ve never been strictly one role over another for any length of time with my partners.
I like to experience both ways. All the feels.
I don’t want my lover to be a selfish bottom.
My nerves make my heart skip around. Even as my breathing evens out again, my heart doesn’t stop fluttering anxiously.
Brent begins to pull away, and I release him. My dick comes free of his body, and he sighs. His eyes meet mine. We don’t speak as he coaxes me into the position he wants me in—hands and knees.
I close my eyes and wait to feel him between my ass cheeks.
His touch is gentle, exact. Practiced. He doesn’t mess with my prostate much, but shivers still raise gooseflesh all along my body.
When he curls his fingers right before pulling out, I feel the need to tell him, “I’m not as reactive as you are there. ”
My cock still leaks at the touch, but it’s not a full-body loss of control like Brent experiences.
He hums. I feel his lips along my spine as he comes up and over me, and then his cockhead is at my entrance. “Are you stretched enough?” he asks quietly.
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. I like it.” I think I’ll like it. I chew the inside of my lip as his hands slide down my arms until they can wrap around my wrists.
“Let me inside you first,” he murmurs in the shell of my ear. “I tend to bottom more than top, so I need to catch my bearings. Then I’ll make you take it.”
My breath comes whooshing out of me, and I nod.
“You still want that? We don’t—”
“Yes. Make me take you, Brent.”
“Mm,” he acknowledges and starts to slide his dick along my crack. When his cockhead hooks on my hole, he adjusts so he can push inside me. I gasp when he breaches my ring. It doesn’t begin to sting until he’s a few inches inside.
That’s when the pleasure begins. I like to truly feel it in ways that others might find uncomfortable.
My first time bottoming was probably one of my most enjoyable experiences because my body was not ready for it.
The pain mixed with pleasure sent me to heights I haven’t truly experienced since those first few times.
Still, I’ve always been too nervous and never in the right situation where I felt comfortable asking for this. Brent is the right person, though. There’s no doubt in my mind.
“Jesus fuck,” Brent grunts as he slides in further. I catch my breath, body jerking, when he gets to a point where it really stretches me. “Okay?”
“Yes. Ready for more when you are.”
He hums again, brushing his lips across my shoulder. He settles inside me, wiggling his hips. I grin because it reminds me of a happy puppy getting comfortable with a new bone. He pulls his hips away slowly, and I’m expecting him to come back just as carefully as he backs away.
Because I’m not expecting the sudden sharp thrust, I cry out as a burst of hot pleasure sears through my body, burning me from the inside. “Holy fuck,” I grunt.
“You like that?”
I nod wildly.
He grips my wrists and pulls my hands to my chest, sending me into a face-plant on the bed. I laugh, breathless. He shoves my legs wider, and before I can do anything else, he’s fucking into me hard enough that my head spins. Oh god. Oh my god.
My cries get buried in the pillows. It’s the act of penetration itself that feels good to me. Against my prostate might add to the overall feeling, but this is what I go crazy for. The harder he keeps my arms to my chest, the more I get lost in the feeling.
Brent uses his hips and weight to shove my pelvis to the bed, and I come down. He does exactly what I ask him to and keeps me tightly locked in his hold, wearing him like a straitjacket. For a while, he fucks me just like this as I cry out into the bed.
He slows after a few minutes and adjusts his legs, making me close mine. “Keep them tightly together,” Brent says. “That’s it. Don’t let me inside your tight body, Rafe.”
My breath comes rushing out in short, shallow bursts as I tense. Brent shoves himself inside me over and over. It stings, and pain streaks through my body, originating from where he forces his cock inside me while I shake beneath him.
Tears sting my eyes. It hurts so good. I knew I’d like it, but the way he keeps me absolutely powerless as he takes me with such force that my body throbs is a new level of pleasure that I’m not prepared for.
Then he talks.
“You like that? Like the pain my cock brings you, Rafe?”
I nod.
“You’re so fucking tight like this. Think you can keep me out of you?”
I squeeze my ass and jerk almost violently as he shoves into me. A choked sob breaks my tears free, and I shake with lust. I feel depraved. Disgusting. Floating in a haze of pleasure that’s indescribable.
“I like you like this. Taking me however I want you. You’re going to come on my cock for me, and then I’m going to keep fucking you. Forcing you down. Forcing my dick inside you. You’re going to take it. Aren’t you?”
I nod.
He adjusts his hold on me, and though he takes one hand away from my arms, I still can’t move. Maybe a combination of how my arms are pinned and his body weight. Not that I try to get away. I don’t want to break free. I want him to keep fucking me like this. I want to be helpless for him.
I want to hurt for him.
My body spasms when his free hand comes down to grip my cockhead. He rubs it, toys with my slit. Between his touch and his harsh thrusts, my head spins. My body burns. My orgasm rushes forward.
“Come now,” he demands. I’m not expecting him to squeeze the head of my dick. It’s hard. Painful.
My entire body reacts as I gasp, fresh tears falling forward. I’m coming in the next second. My eyesight turns black and fuzzy as my orgasm continues to be punctuated with a slice of pain. A fresh searing burn with the next forced plunge of his dick inside me or crushing grip on my cockhead.
I can’t catch my breath as he continues to take me like this, not stopping, even when my orgasm ends. My tears stream down my face constantly now. It feels so good. I’m going to drown in it. The pain ebbs and flows. I’m not sure if that’s his doing or my nervous system being overloaded.
Maybe it’s his words.
“Take me. You’re going to take me until I’m finished with you. Understand?”
I nod. Fuck. I hurt. I ache.
“Do you have toys?”
“Drawer,” I manage to get out.
I nearly fall apart when he stops fucking me. I whimper when he pulls away. “Don’t move, Rafe.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to. I remain there, breathless, feeling strangely cracked all over. My ass feels especially stinging.
Brent comes back. “Give me your hands.”
You’d think with how often I work out, specifically concentrating on my arms, that it wouldn’t be such a struggle to pull them from under me. My face scrunches as I tug them out. He brings them up on either side of me.
“Legs together. If you can’t keep them together, we’re going to tie them together.”
I nod. Brent disappears and returns. It’s dark, so I don’t see what he has. All I feel is something wrapping around my thighs. It’s not tight, but it doesn’t need to be. Then he’s straddling me again.
I’m breathless in anticipation when he grips both my wrists, stretching me out wide. He wiggles with his cock between my cheeks again until his cockhead catches, and he shoves almost violently inside me.
A cry is pulled from my throat. My body reflexively tries to curl in on itself. To protect myself.
“You’re going to take me until I’m done with you,” Brent growls in my ear. “You’re going to let me tear you apart. I’m going to break you, Rafe Holt.”
My body hurts. I can’t stop shaking. I miss when he pins both my hands over my head, stretching me painfully at an angle while he fucks me with more force and energy than I think he should still have at this point.
I nearly scream at the sudden onslaught of pleasure on my soft dick when he holds my vibrator to my slit. The pleasure streaks through my body, colliding with the pain he’s inflicting on me and making it impossible to breathe.
“You’re going to come for me,” Brent says. “Come again. I’m not giving you a choice.”
He’s liking this. I can hear it in his voice. I can tell by the way he’s doing exactly what has me falling apart. Giving me just what I asked for.
The rush of blood to my dick makes me ache. I struggle against his hold for the first time. He doesn’t let me go. Doesn’t give me an inch.
“No, Rafe. You’re going to take me however I want you. And I want you to come again. Come on my dick. Be good for me. Hurt for me and come.”
“I can’t,” I cry. I can’t see anything. Not just because the room is dark, but tears have taken over. “I can’t. It hurts.”
“Good.” He slides the vibrator down my dick until he can cup my balls with his hand, forcing them against the vibrator without the chance of reprieve. My body tenses as it tries to break free. I sob into the pillow, begging him for relief. “Please, Brent.”
“Come for me,” he demands. “Come hard for me, Rafe. Show me how good you can be.”
He doesn’t move, and yet every penetration of his cock grates on me. My orgasm is painful as he pulls it from me. I can’t catch my breath as it heaves out of me. Soaking the bed beneath me.
“Brent,” I gasp through tears.
He buries himself deep, rutting into me as he comes. He still has the vibrator held to my balls, which keeps my body jerking and sobbing. His groan as he comes is so fucking sexy. It burns into my memory, helping me make this moment immortal.
His body comes down on me. I feel his heart race against my back. “Brent, please,” I beg.
Brent grunts and finally pulls the vibrator away from me. It takes me several attempts to swallow a full breath. The vibrator is loud in the otherwise silent room until he finds the button to shut it off.
Then it’s just our breathing. He doesn’t get off of me. His hand, covered in my cum, joins the first to maintain his grip on my wrists. I’m still at his mercy. Completely in his control.
“Like that?” he asks, breathless.
“Yeah.”
“You okay? Did I go too far?”
I shake my head as best I can. “Just like that.”
He sighs. “You hurt? Are you okay?”
“I’m not going to sit for a week. Yes, I’m really fucking good right now.”
Brent sighs, resting his head against mine. “I had no idea that would be so… hot.”
“Me either,” I admit. “I was guessing at how much I’d like it.”
“Sounded like you knew what you wanted.”
“I’ve imagined it a hundred times, yeah. I had an idea based on how I liked to be fucked. I’ve never actually experienced it. I’m glad it’s you.”
Brent shivers. His face slides down my head and buries into my neck. “I should have worn a condom, but you haven’t been, and I… wanted to come inside you.”
I sigh. “I wanted you to. We’re being really fucking stupid, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care right now.”
“Me too. We might regret it later.”
Maybe. I reserve the right to change my mind if either of us contracts something, but right now, I can’t ever imagine regretting anything about this.
Not least, there’s a damn good chance I’m falling in love with Brent Mitchell. Fear that he’s only interested in fucking keeps me from asking for something more.