Chapter 8
My heart is a jackhammer against my ribs.
I stare at the foil packet and the bottle of lube like they’re alien artifacts.
The rational part of my brain, the part that’s been on mute for the last hour, is screaming.
This is insane. This is too far. You don’t let your sort-of-new-friend, your ex-girlfriend’s other boyfriend, fuck you. You just don’t.
But the rest of my brain, the primal, lizard-brain part that’s been running the show since I walked into this room, is singing a different tune. It’s telling me to spread my legs wider. To arch my back. To offer myself up.
Because I want it. God help me, I want it. I want to feel him inside me, to be filled by him, to have that powerful body moving over me, in me. I want to know what it feels like to be the guy in the video, the one braced against the lockers, having his ass pounded by a godlike jock.
“You’re thinking about it,” Chase says, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I can see the gears turning.”
“This is a terrible idea,” I whisper, but the words lack conviction.
“Is it?” He leans forward, placing a hand on either side of my head, caging me in.
His cock nudges against my balls, and I have to bite back a moan.
“It feels like a pretty fucking good idea to me.” He lowers his head, his lips brushing against my ear.
“It feels like the best idea I’ve had all day. ”
I can’t think. All I can do is feel. The heat of his body, the weight of him over me, the smell of his skin, the rough stubble on his jaw scraping against my cheek. I’m drowning in sensation.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you, and I’ll stop. We can just jerk off, call it a night. No hard feelings. Well, you know. Besides this one.” He grinds his cock against the cleft of my ass.
I open my mouth to say it. To say the words that will end this madness. But what comes out is, “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that vibrates through me. “I knew it.” He pushes himself up, giving me a triumphant grin. “You want this as much as I do.”
He rips open the XXL condom packet with his teeth and rolls it down his impressive length, covering that gorgeous cock in a thin layer of latex. I feel a pang of disappointment, which is absurd.
“Yeah, I know.” Chase catches my look. “But we don’t know who else Brittany’s been fucking around with, you know? Rather not take chances.”
“No, yeah, you’re right.” I swallow.
“I would have done this bare,” he continues, pouring lube onto his fingers and rubbing them together. “You have no idea how much I wanna feel your tight ass with nothing between us.” He reaches between my legs and trails a finger up the inside of my thigh. “But there’s plenty of time for that.”
I’m about to ask him what he means, but the question dies on my lips as he finds his target.
I inhale sharply as he rubs a slick finger around my hole.
It feels strange and intrusive, since nobody has ever touched me there before.
I instinctively try to clench against him, but his free hand slides under the small of my back, holding me in place.
I close my eyes and try to relax, letting the sensations wash over me.
His finger is a gentle pressure, massaging the tight ring of muscle until it yields, and then he pushes inside, just a little, the tip of his finger breaching me.
It’s a weird feeling. Not painful, but foreign.
I’m aware of my own heartbeat, of the urgent throb of my cock, of the way the mattress dips under my weight.
“How’s that feel?” he asks.
“Weird.”
“Good weird or bad weird?”
“Good. I think.”
He laughs, a soft, warm sound. “Let’s make it a definite.” He pushes his finger in deeper, and a strange, new sensation blooms deep inside me. It’s a dull ache, a pressure, a feeling of being filled. He starts to move his finger in a gentle rhythm, in and out, and then he crooks it, and oh.
My back arches off the bed, a guttural moan ripping out of me. “Oh, fuck. What was that?”
“Found it,” he murmurs, smug satisfaction in his tone. He hits that spot again and again, and my whole body lights up like a pinball machine hitting a jackpot. “That’s where my cock’ll be in a minute, Finn. Right there.”
I’m panting now, sweat beading on my forehead, my hips shifting in a counter-rhythm to his hand, trying to get him deeper.
He adds a second finger, and it burns a little, but it’s a good burn, a burn that hints at what’s coming next.
Chase is patient, taking his time, scissoring his fingers, opening me up, preparing me.
And all the while he’s talking to me in that low, gravelly voice, telling me how good I’m taking it, how much he’s going to enjoy fucking me, how tight my ass is going to feel around his cock.
This must be how he talks to his teammates on the field.
Not these words, obviously—that would be weird—but the tone: a mix of praise and commands that makes you want to push yourself, to prove yourself.
He’s coaching me through this. And I’m a willing student, eager to learn, to please, to do whatever he asks of me.
By the time he adds a third finger, I’m a writhing, desperate mess. The burn has faded, replaced by an all-consuming need. I’m so hard it hurts, and my dick is leaking so much I’m worried I’ll come before he even gets inside me.
“I think you’re ready.” He pulls his fingers out, leaving me feeling achingly empty.
I open my eyes, and he’s hovering over me, the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds himself above me.
He’s got this intense, focused look in his dark eyes, and for the first time, I see a flicker of something else there, something that looks a lot like vulnerability.
I realize he’s just as nervous as I am, just as caught up in this crazy, whirlwind thing, too.
That’s what pushes the words out of me. What makes me spread my legs wider, look him straight in the eye, and say, “Fuck me, Chase. Put that big cock in me and fuck me.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. I watch, my breath held tight in my chest, as he slicks up his latex-covered cock, the lube making it gleam in the dim light.
He positions himself at my entrance, and the broad head of his dick nudges against the loosened muscle.
He starts to push, and the burn is back, sharper this time, more intense.
I grit my teeth, my hands fisting the sheets.
“Look at me,” he commands, and my eyes fly to his. “Breathe, Finn. Let me in.”
I do as he says. I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, I consciously relax my body.
I feel myself opening for him, yielding to the insistent pressure.
There’s a moment of sharp, intense pain, a stretching sensation, and then he’s in, the head of his cock breaching the ring of muscle and seating itself inside me.
We both let out a long, shuddering “fffffuccccck” at the exact same time.
I’m so full. So utterly full. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, and I use the time to catalog this new, overwhelming sensation.
It’s a mix of pain and pleasure, of discomfort and deep satisfaction.
I can feel every ridge and vein of his cock, every beat of his pulse.
It’s intimate in a way I’ve never felt with girls, this feeling of being penetrated, of having another person’s body inside yours.
My head spins, and I blink up at him, dazed. He looks wild, his eyes dark and his hair mussed, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. I can tell he wants to move, wants to plunge himself deeper into my body, but he holds himself in check, waiting for me.
That control, that consideration for me, is what undoes me completely.
I reach up, my hand wrapping around the back of his neck, and pull him down for a kiss.
Our mouths crash together, and the kiss is clumsy, desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues.
It’s not like the performance earlier. There’s no audience. This is just for us.
I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into the small of his back. “More,” I gasp against his lips. “Give me more.”
And with his tongue still in my mouth, he does.
He pushes forward, sinking into me in one long, slow slide that feels like it lasts a lifetime.
The burn is intense, a fiery line of heat that follows the path of his cock, but beneath it is the slow bloom of that spot, that magical, secret place he found with his fingers.
He hits it on the way in, and my whole body convulses when he does. My eyes roll back in my head.
The rest of my body goes limp. All the fight, all the tension, all the resistance drains out of me, replaced by a bone-deep pleasure. I’m a ragdoll in his arms, pliant, yielding, completely at his mercy. I don’t have a single thought in my head beyond more.
He breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at me. “Feel that, hmm?” he murmurs, his voice a low, guttural rumble. He grinds his hips in a slow circle, and the friction against that spot makes my toes curl. “That’s my cock. Right there. All the way inside you.”
He’s right. He’s all the way in. I can feel the hair on his balls tickling my ass, the hard muscles of his thighs pressed against the backs of mine.
We’re flush against each other, joined in the most intimate way possible.
I can feel his heart thudding against my chest, a fast, frantic beat that matches my own.
“I told you, Chase, I’m an overachiever.” The words come out in a breathy whisper. “I take my role very seriously.”
A feral grin spreads across Chase’s face.
“Oh, I know you do. And I’m gonna reward you for your dedication.
” He pulls out, almost all the way, until just the tip of his cock is still inside me, the emptiness a sudden, hollow ache.
Then he drives back in, hard and fast, hitting that spot with bruising force.