Chapter 8
Troy’s nostrils flare, his pupils dilating. “Holy shit, Con. Are you serious?”
“Why not? We’re already halfway there.”
“Connor.” His voice drops, turns serious. “You nearly choked on it, remember? And you think you can take it up your ass?” He grips my hips, stilling me. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. That’s a whole different kind of pain.”
“Then we better get some lube,” I say, climbing off him and heading toward the bathroom. “I don’t think spit is gonna cut it.”
I dig through the cabinet under the sink—old deodorant, nearly empty toothpaste, expired condoms. There it is. A big bottle of lube shoved in the back. I give it a shake. Mostly full. Perfect. I grab it and head back to the living room.
Troy’s still in the same position on the couch, but he’s shoved his sweatpants down now. His cock is fully hard, standing thick and heavy against his stomach. The sight makes my mouth water and my ass clench at the same time. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. But I want to. More than anything.
I drop the bottle on the couch cushion next to him. “Think this will work?”
Troy picks it up and reads the label. “Silky Smooth. And it’s got a picture of a peach on it. Real masculine.” He grins. “Pretty sure one of my hookups left this here.” He pops the cap and smells it. “Damn, that’s strong. Definitely peaches.”
“I don’t care if it smells like a fucking fruit basket as long as it works.” I hook my thumbs into my sweats and push them down, letting them drop to the floor. My dick springs free, and a long string of precum drips down my thigh.
Troy’s eyes track it, then slide back up my body. He licks his lips. “Fuck, Connor. Look at you.” He pours some lube onto his fingers, the artificial peach scent filling the air. “Get over here. On your hands and knees. I want a proper look at that ass.”
“Hmm, commanding me around now,” I say, but I do what he says, getting on all fours on the couch. It feels weird to expose myself like this. Him behind me, staring at my asshole. The most private part of me. No one’s ever seen me like this.
“Yeah, and you’re gonna listen.” Troy’s hand runs over my ass, squeezing. “You asked for it. Now you’re getting it.” He spreads me open, and I feel the cool air hit my hole. It clenches instinctively. “Damn, Connor. You’ve got a great ass. How have I never noticed?”
“Because you were too busy noticing all the hot girls on campus.”
“Guess I was looking in the wrong direction.” He leans in, and I feel his breath against my skin, right there. And then, fuck. His tongue. His wet, warm tongue, licking a stripe over my hole.
My whole body jolts. “Holy f—”
He does it again, this time with more pressure, circling the tight ring of muscle. Then he pushes in just a little, just the tip of his tongue, and it’s the most foreign, intimate, incredible sensation I’ve ever felt. My arms shake, and my head drops forward.
“—uuuuuck.”
“Never been eaten out before, huh?” he murmurs, the vibration of his words making my ass clench.
“No. God, no.”
“Just another one of your many firsts with me.” He dives back in, licking and probing with an enthusiasm that has me gasping.
He’s sloppy with it, making wet, obscene sounds that would’ve grossed me out a week ago, but now are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I push back against him, desperate for more, wanting him to fuck me with his tongue.
He’s devouring me, feasting on me, and I’m losing my mind, drool dripping from my open mouth. I’ve never felt anything like this, this complete and total surrender. I’m a sweaty, trembling mess by the time he finally pulls back.
“That’s the best Sunday morning breakfast I’ve ever had,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
His tongue is replaced by a lubed finger circling my hole, slicking it up. I tense when he slowly pushes inside. There’s resistance. A burn. His tongue slipped past easily enough, but a finger is a different story. It’s a solid intrusion, and my body’s fighting it.
“Breathe,” Troy says, and I realize I’m holding my breath.
I exhale shakily and feel his finger sink deeper, past the first knuckle. The burn intensifies. It’s uncomfortable. Painful, even. But somehow it just makes me harder, my dick leaking all over the couch cushions. Good thing they’re already stained.
His finger moves inside me, exploring, and I start to relax around him. The burn dulls, and in its place, this strange, full feeling starts to build. He twists and curls his finger, stretching me open. Then he pulls out and pushes back in with two fingers.
“Fuck, that’s tight, Con,” he grunts, adding more lube.
“No shit. Imagine how it feels for me,” I say through gritted teeth. The burn is back, stronger this time, but mixed with that same fullness. He’s patient, waiting for me to adjust before he starts moving, stretching me, curling his fingers and— “Oh, fuck. Right there.”
“Found the jackpot,” he says, rubbing that spot inside me. “That’s where I need to be.”
He keeps working me open, adding a third finger, scissoring, and stretching. When he finally pulls out, I feel empty. I push back desperately, chasing that fullness again.
“Patience,” Troy says, and then I hear the cap of the lube bottle again, the wet sound as he slicks himself up. “You’ll get it soon enough.”
I look over my shoulder. That big, beautiful cock glistens in the morning light, a weapon of mass destruction aimed right at my ass.
“Last chance to back out.” He runs the head of his dick up and down my crack.
“Just... go slow, alright?”
“You think I was about to ram it in?” Troy grips my hip with one hand and lines himself up with the other. I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my hole. “I’m not a complete animal.”
“I know. But you’re a horny one.”
“Horny for this perfect ass.” He starts to push, and my whole body tenses up. I thought I was prepared after all that fingering, but can anything really prepare you for taking a dick that big? The burn is back, a thousand times worse than before. A deep, stretching, searing pain.
“Troy…” I pant, my fingers digging into the couch cushion.
“Relax,” he murmurs. “Push out against me.” He kisses my back between my shoulder blades, the softness clashing with the brutal invasion below.
I try to do as he says, bearing down, letting him in. He pushes again with steady pressure, and I can feel myself starting to open. Then, with a wet pop, the head of his cock slips inside me. Past the tight ring of muscle. I gasp, my whole body shaking. I’m breached. He’s in me.
“How’s that?” Troy asks, his voice tight with control.
“It’s… a lot. Just give me a second.”
“Take all the seconds you need. We’re in no rush.”
“Kiss me,” I say, craning my neck. “Please.”
He leans over me, one hand still on my hip, the other braced on the couch next to my head, and sweeps his tongue into my mouth. A sloppy, distracting kiss. It helps. I focus on that. On the taste of him. On the feel of his tongue against mine, instead of the ache in my ass.
While we’re kissing, he starts to push in deeper. Slowly. A fraction of an inch at a time. I feel every single one of them.
I break away from the kiss, gasping. “How much more is there?”
“About half.”
“Half? Jesus Christ, Troy.” I drop my head down. That’s impossible. There’s no way I can take another half.
“You’re doing so well, though.” His thumb rubs slow circles on my hip. “Your ass is gripping me so fucking tight.”
“Tell me about it. It’s trying to keep you out.”
“But it’s failing, isn’t it?” He pushes in another inch, and a strangled noise tears out of me. “It’s losing.”
He’s right. My body is losing the fight, slowly surrendering. Waving a little white flag.
The moment his balls come to rest against my ass, he lets out a shaky breath. “That’s all of it,” he whispers, almost disbelieving. “You took it all. Every single inch.”
“No way.” I reach back, my fingers brushing the coarse hair at the base of him, feeling where we’re connected. “Holy shit.” I can’t believe I did it. I’m impaled on him. Stuffed full.
The pain hasn’t completely gone away. It’s a deep ache now, not the sharp burn from before. The longer he stays still, the more it fades, replaced by an intense, throbbing fullness—the feeling of being stretched to my absolute limit.
“The human body is a miraculous thing,” I mutter.
Troy chuckles, his chest vibrating against my back. “Your body, especially. I’ve never seen anyone take it this well their first time. You know I’ve made girls cry before?”
“I believe it.”
“I’m serious. This thing has scared off more than a few potential conquests. And here you are, a total newbie, taking it like a pro.”
“Guess I’m just built for it,” I say, only half joking.
He groans and pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, a slow, shallow thrust. “You’re built for me.”
“Oh, fuck. Do that again.”
He does. And again. And again. With each thrust, the pain fades, and something else takes over.
Pleasure. It starts as a dull throb, then builds, spreading through me like fire.
A warm, honeyed glow. His cock is hitting that spot inside me, the one he found with his fingers, but it’s so much more intense now.
“Faster,” I gasp.
“Already? You sure?”
“God, yes. Fuck me. Don’t hold back.”
“Say that again.”
“Fuck me, Troy. Please.”
“Jesus, Con. You’re going to be the death of me.” He braces himself, grips my hips hard, then does exactly what I asked. He pulls out all the way and slams back in, one powerful stroke that steals my breath. Then again. And again, building into a punishing rhythm.
He’s fucking me now. Really fucking me. And it’s everything. The wet slap of skin on skin. His grunts. The thick stretch of his cock inside me. The smell of that ridiculous peach lube mixed with the clean scent of our sweat. The fire climbing my spine.
My cock bounces with every thrust, leaking so much precum that my stomach is slick with it. I reach down to grab it, but Troy smacks my hand away.