Chapter 38 Mat #2
I cry out as Trouble’s head forces my hole open.
My sphincter pulses and struggles in shock.
The pain is quick but intense. A deep ache and a burn that he rubs away with careful, shallow thrusts.
He inches his way in, slowly, slowly, slowly, until my face feels hot, and I feel so full I can’t close my mouth.
Motherfuck, that thing is huge. I hold on to Will, clutching desperately at the thick slabs of muscle on his shoulders for support.
His hands move from my neck to my face, holding me steady, making sure I’m okay, as Trouble slowly and systematically cleaves me open.
“That’s it.” Trouble murmurs quiet words of praise behind me. I arch and buck into them as they land. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”
Will’s eyes are still on mine as I whimper and struggle, but now they’re heavy.
So heavy the lids fall half closed. There’s something almost excruciating about letting him see me like this.
It’s almost agony, but it falls short. Where it lands is unfamiliar, it’s no-man’s-land and brand new, but it’s also the hottest place I’ve ever been.
It makes my cock swell and jerk hard between my legs.
Will’s eyes wander down my face, down my chest, and even lower.
When they come up again, they seem to stutter and get stuck on my mouth.
His thumb moves, a phantom of a swipe at first and then one that’s deliberate.
He traces my top lip with his thumb, looking at it as though he’s never seen it before.
Everything about him is intense. His body, his breathing, his heavy brow, his eyes on my mouth.
Holy shit.
Will’s sexy.
How the hell have I never noticed that before?
He leans in, or I lean in. I don’t know which.
I only know that suddenly we’re kissing.
It isn’t the first time, but it is the first time we’re doing it without Trouble telling us to.
We’re doing it because we both want to. Will’s mouth is like the rest of him.
Hot and horny. Hungry as he seeks my tongue and makes it his.
Trouble hisses behind me and thrusts a little deeper.
It makes me flinch and whimper. Each subtle thrust is intense enough to make my hair stand on end.
I’m only just on the right side of pain.
My body has no idea if it should tense or relax.
Pleasure and pain are intricately wound together into a tightly knotted braid.
Every time Trouble moves, both sensations battle for dominance.
Will pulls away and offers me the poppers. “Want this, Mattie?”
“Just a little,” says Trouble, “not too much, just inhale once.”
I do.
Blood rushes. Euphoria swishes through my brain and my groin.
I moan loudly. A deep, desperate sound reverberates through the room, quaking the mattress and shaking the walls.
It shakes through Trouble and through Will too.
Trouble picks up his pace. Still careful and gentle, but purposeful now.
Each thrust injects lashings of pleasure up my ass.
Tight muscle dilates and nerve endings sing.
Will’s hands are on my knees. At first, they’re holding them, spreading them open so Trouble can do his work behind me.
Then they’re moving, sliding slowly up my thighs, grazing my skin and making it burn.
He leans down and my dick lurches toward him.
For a second, I’m embarrassed by my reaction as I think he’s only looking for the lube or the poppers or something.
He isn’t. He leans down more. He leans down until his mouth is inches from mine, and I can’t breathe from the sight of him being so close to my dick.
Will looks up and slides his tongue across his lips, wetting them, making them shine. “D’you want this?”
I whine long and unbridled because suddenly, yes.
Yes, I fucking want it. Yes, I want him.
I want his hands and his mouth. I want his tongue on my skin and his hair in my fist. I want it so hard and fast that it’ll feel like something has been ripped off my skin, leaving me open and totally exposed to something that’s been there all along.
Trouble moans as Will dips his head between my legs.
The sound is unlike anything I’ve ever heard.
It’s piercing and deep at the same time.
It sounds like the first sound ever made and it sounds like the last one too.
His fingers dig into my hips, pinching, as he punches dull thuds of pleasure into my rectum.
Will’s mouth on my dick is soft and tentative at first, but it doesn’t stay that way for long.
It quickly grows urgent, and he grunts as he works.
There are hands on my hips and hands on my balls and my thighs.
Hard hands and soft hands. A hard cock in my ass and a soft mouth on my dick, me in the middle, slowly being torn to shreds.
Tension mounts. It ratchets to a breaking point until my ears ring.
Pleasure dances across every part of my body.
Across it. Through it. It thrusts and squeezes and licks and sucks until I’m nothing.
Nothing but bliss. Nothing but the deepest, wildest euphoria.
My orgasm lands so hard and fast that I’m silent, struck dumb for several seconds.
And then I’m not.