Chapter 15 Luke #3
I do as he says, and as I do, he eases himself in a little more.
He moves back and forth in tiny, tentative thrusts, penetrating me a little deeper each time.
It still hurts, but a ghost of pleasure starts swirling around me, lapping at my ring, sinking in, flowing through me and finally, possessing me.
Soft, light flickers at first, quickly growing stronger, deeper, until it floods me.
I feel decadently, inordinately full. Not just my ass.
I feel pressure everywhere. My skin feels like it’s pulled tight on my face and my neck.
My cock is leaking, swollen to bursting.
Instinct tells me to thrust. This time I obey it.
My dick strains in midair as my hips start rocking.
The ghost of pleasure transforms into something visceral and real as he and I start moving as one.
It feels so good I don’t know if I can stand it and stay sane at the same time.
Jessie lengthens his thrusts. Longer and deeper until his hips grind against my cheeks.
He moans in relief when he’s all the way in. I do too.
He strokes my back, reaching all the way up to my shoulder, squeezing the tight muscle he finds there until I turn my head around and look at him.
His eyes are half closed and his mouth is gaping open.
Part of me can’t believe what I’m seeing.
I watch as he thrusts, his abs tense and undulate as he moves.
I see how he looks when he moans, his eyelids flutter and almost close completely.
Nothing and no-one has ever looked hotter.
His mouth quirks up when he sees that I’m watching him.
His eyes glint and I know what he’s going to say before he says it.
“Don’t say it,” I pant, but I’m already smiling.
He’s Jessie, so of course, he does. “Congratulations, Blue. You’ve just received your first penis.”
I start cackling, belly clenching, as uncontrollable laughter bursts out of me.
“Oh, shit,” he gasps. “Don’t laugh. I’ll come.”
That makes me laugh more, tightening around him as he starts thrusting faster, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto him hard when he realizes has no choice but to go for gold.
I reach down and envelop my dick in my hand.
It feels so sensitive I start feeling like I’m outside myself.
It takes several strokes for my brain to accept and understand the sharp sparks from my hand on my dick, and marry it with the deep, intense waves of pleasure Jessie is injecting up my spine.
I ride the crest for as long as I can, my balls tighten and seconds later my orgasm rockets out of me, obliterating everything in its path.
It slams into me with such force, I swear to God, I lose time.
I travel through time and space. Everything goes black and then explodes into bright white.
It peaks and surges over and over, until I’m limp, and I become aware of Jessie’s fingers digging into my hips, as he floods my ass with a piping hot load.
He cries out as he does it, a deep, hoarse cry that speaks to me on a level I’ve never felt before.
Even though it’s my first time, I hear it and I recognize it.
It’s a sound that’s mine. It was meant for me.
Then
Now
Always
By the time he stills, my arms and legs have given way and I’ve fallen forward onto my belly.
He’s kneeling over me, softening inside me.
He traces the pad of his thumb in a gentle semi-circle where he and I are joined.
It’s so sensitive, I choke out a dry sob.
I’m in such a deep trance it takes me a while to realize he’s started talking again.
He’s saying filthy, terrible, beautiful things about what we just did.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, “spent and worn out. Boneless and brainless. Fucked for the first time.” He pulls out of me slowly, careful not to hurt me.
He wheezes when he sees what he made spill out of me.
He takes my cheeks in both hands and gently pries them open to give himself a better view.
“Oh fuck, I wish you could see this. I wish you could see how you look. I wish you could see this pretty little virgin hole, bright pink and fucked out.”
I groan, desperate, helpless, senseless, as a new wave of arousal flows through me.
Coming apart seems to sober him up. He’s quiet for several seconds.
He’s still close, but he’s not touching me anymore.
I can tell without looking back the spell has been broken.
The cold fist of anguish grips me and squeezes tightly. He gets off the bed.
“Jessie,” I whisper, barely able to raise my head off the bed, “you’ll hurt me if you pull away.”
By the time I look up, he’s at the door.
The euphoria and bliss I felt moments ago dissipate completely and give way to a storm of emotion.
I feel overwhelmed. Defenseless. Completely open and wrecked.
I feel like I’m cracking. I try not to breathe because I know if I exhale, my breath will come out on the back of a flood of tears.
I try to tell myself everything will be fine.
I know what he’s like. He always does this when we’ve done something new.
I knew what he was like when I told him I wanted to have sex.
I knew this was a risk and I was happy to take it.
It doesn’t work.
I thought this time would be different and the fact that it isn’t feels big and bad enough to break me.
“Roll over.”
I spin round, shocked he’s back and that he’s suddenly so close to me.
I obey, more out of surprise than any sort of conscious decision. “W-what are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer. He sits beside me on the bed and shows me the white washcloth in his hands.
I reach for it, but he moves it out of my way.
I drop my hands down at my sides and he wipes me down.
I watch his face the whole time. His lashes are thick and black, and he looks almost peaceful as he studies me.
His gaze slides hotly down my belly, down my shaft and my balls, and then lower down.
The cloth is damp and warm, so warm it’s a surprise at first. What he’s doing to me feels decadent and almost painfully intimate.
Part of me wants to recoil, but I can’t because it’s him.
When he’s done, he tosses the cloth into the laundry hamper in the corner of my room.
“Move up,” he says, giving me a little shove.
I do as he says, rolling onto my side, facing the wall. He lies down beside me, sliding one arm under my neck and the other around my waist. He tightens them both at the same time, pulling me so close I can hardly breathe.
“What are you doing?” I ask again.
“Told you,” he murmurs. “Told you I’d take care of you.”
I smile so big and so wide my face feels like it’s splitting in two. I turn my head to look at him. I know he’ll hate it, but I do it because I also know I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t see the look on his face right now.
It’s worth it.
“Don’t smile like that,” he grumbles.
“Why not?”
“’Cause it scares me.” It’s not what I’m expecting to hear.
In fact, it might be the last thing I expect him to say.
I turn my head around again so I’m facing the wall again.
He leans in close. I feel a light whisper of breath on my neck.
“Feels like my heart’s beating out of my chest when you smile at me like that. ”
I smile and whisper, “This is it, Jess.”
“Mmm?”
“Right here, right now – this is what good feels like.”