Chapter 12 #2
He fell on top of me, his weight crushing me beneath him, and grabbed my jaw.
His lips devoured mine in a slow, sensual, devastating kiss as he ground his erection against my ass, just as I’d been doing to him.
My heart hammered against my ribs, the vibration travelling through the mattress and into my ear.
My hips bucked against the bed, needing friction against my throbbing cock, and I was so close to coming it was stupid.
We hadn’t even started yet. But my body was so responsive to him.
He kissed his way down my back, his hands sliding along my ribs until they reached my hips.
He leaned back, kneeling between my thighs, and bit my ass cheek before yanking my hips up into the air.
I gasped at the sudden vulnerability of the position.
I was completely exposed to him, more than I had ever been.
He began massaging my ass with his strong hands, pulling my cheeks apart and burying his face between them.
The choked noise that escaped me was mortifying, but as soon as his tongue, wet, hot and sinful, stroked and teased my hole, all the nerves and embarrassment were shoved aside by blinding pleasure.
My hands fisted the bedsheets as he groaned with animalistic need, devouring my ass like it was a midnight feast. I couldn’t think straight.
All I could feel was his tongue where no one had ever been, opening up my world to a flurry of ecstasy I’d never experienced.
My leaking cock bobbed between my legs, and I was desperate to touch it; the need to come was almost torture.
My hand reached down for it, wrapping around my length.
I gave it one stroke that had me moaning, but then Finn grabbed my wrist and tugged it away.
“No touching. Only I will make you come tonight.”
A strangled groan of frustration and pleasure tore from my throat as he shoved his face back into my ass and fucked my hole with his tongue.
What had begun as a slow exploration and teasing was now rough and consuming, and I started rolling my face into the pillow, not sure I could hold back much longer.
What if I came from just his tongue? What would his dick do to me? Cristo.
His thumb replaced his tongue, rolling and dipping shallowly inside me.
The pressure felt incredible. He reached over me, opening the bedside drawer I’d stocked with lube and anal plugs weeks earlier—the biggest hint I could have given.
The sound of the cap opening and the cool gel squirting over my ass made me gasp and buck.
He massaged it everywhere, then slowly slid his thumb in deeper, hooking it slightly inside me.
My eyes rolled as he eased it in and out so slowly I thought I would lose my mind.
And then he removed it, only to replace it with two fingers.
He took his time, working me open until there was room for three.
The pressure was more intense, but it felt unbelievable when he started to fuck me with them, going a little deeper each time.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice thick with arousal as his other hand slid up my spine and squeezed the nape of my neck.
“Si,” I moaned, pushing back onto his fingers, craving more. “Feels amazing.”
“Your tight hole is so greedy for me, Enzo. It wants my cock so bad.”
“Yes,” I panted, nodding my head against the pillow. “Please.”
He withdrew his fingers, and the sudden emptiness was brutal.
I whimpered, pushing up onto my hands and knees and looking over my shoulder to find him smothering his cock in lube.
My lips parted as I watched him slowly glide his fist up and down himself, sweat beading on his brow as he stared at me with those dark eyes that ate me alive.
He’d already told me he’d been tested recently and was clean, and that he hadn’t been with anyone else since he’d met me.
So we’d agreed that, when the time was right, we’d do this bareback.
Skin on skin. Just the thought of it made me so fucking hot.
Seeing him now, his huge cock getting ready to rip me to pieces and build me back anew, I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“You ready?” he asked, kneeling up again and holding the base of his cock in one hand while the other gripped my hip.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered, instinctively pushing back towards him.
The head of his cock brushed against my hole, and he circled it a few times, teasing and pressing only to pull away again.
This was it. The moment I’d be changed forever.
Anal virginity gone. No self-denying that I liked cock once I’d begged for one in my ass, was there?
And that was exactly what I was doing. On my hands and knees, begging like a needy slut. He pressed in a little harder, and the burn was almost too much. I fell forward, my face hitting the pillow as he held my hips in his hands.
“No,” he suddenly growled, pulling away from me. “Not like this.”
His hands twisted my hips, sending me onto my back, blinking up at him in surprise. He surged forward, supporting his weight on one hand by my head, and kissed me fiercely, his tongue gliding against mine with wild desire. When we broke apart, he pressed his forehead to mine.
“I want to watch your face as I make you mine, Enzo. I need to see you fall apart for me.”
He pushed my thighs apart to the sides of his waist and, with his free hand, guided his dick back to my ass.
His dark gaze pinned me in place as he pressed firmly against me, easing his way into my body.
My arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him desperately as I trembled and gasped at the sudden, alien intrusion that sent pain down my spine.
He was shaking too; his lips parted with heavy breaths as the head of his cock finally made it inside.
It felt as if he were splitting me open as my ass clenched around him, and he froze, giving me a second to catch my breath.
“That’s it,” he cooed, running his nose down the length of mine. “Let me in. Try to relax, baby.”
I tried. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my muscles.
When he felt it, he pushed in a little further.
I gasped, my head flying off the pillow and into his neck.
He stilled again until the pain subsided, leaving only the fullness of him.
Then he’d slip in a little further. Again and again.
Until my body no longer felt like my own.
He claimed it. Every inch of his cock was buried in my ass, his body flush against mine, our eyes locked.
It was... overwhelming. Too much. Yet not enough.
I didn’t know my own mind anymore. I didn’t know what I wanted or needed.
Part of me wanted to scream, run away, and escape because I couldn’t handle it.
I couldn’t handle the intensity or what any of it meant.
But another part of me wished it would never end.
I wanted to stay like this forever, connected to this man.
“Fuck, Enzo,” he breathed against my lips. “You’re doing so well. You’ve taken all of me. You’re so perfect.”
His praise shattered something inside me. A tear rolled down my cheek, and he leaned in to lick it away.
“So perfect,” he repeated, kissing every inch of my face. “So beautiful. So mine.”
“Finn,” I whimpered, needing something, needing more. He knew. And he gave it to me. His hips shifted back, dragging his cock through my ass to the tip, then pushed back in. I cried out so loudly that the sound shattered the part of me I’d kept shackled in chains. He’d set me free.
“I know,” he whispered against my lips, swallowing my cries as he began thrusting in long, slow strokes, reshaping everything I knew about myself and everything I didn’t. Giving me a part of myself I’d never allowed. “I know, Baby. I’ve got you.”
When my cries and whimpers turned into moans and gasps of blinding pleasure, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He let his weight fall against me, grinding his hips into me so deliciously that the initial pain was forgotten.
It was pure euphoria. My back arched as he picked up the pace, fucking me harder and faster into the mattress.
Our lips swallowed each other’s moans and groans, our pleasure shared.
My cock was pressed between our stomachs, and every movement of his body sent friction against it, the intensity building too much. Then he took me over the edge by shifting his hips a fraction and hitting some sacred spot deep inside me, sending me to another dimension of ecstasy.
“Yes, Finn!” I screamed into his neck. “There! Right there!”
“Fuck, Enzo,” he growled, his hips slamming into mine with ferocity. He wasn’t holding back anymore. The chain around his neck swung between us with each thrust, and I caught it between my teeth, locking eyes with him.
“I can’t—” He trembled, his entire body tense as he stared. “Fuck. I fucking love you. I’m so in love with you.”
My eyes widened at his confession, but the words seemed to trigger my release.
I couldn’t hold on. Hot, sticky cum shot from my dick between us, smothering our abs as I groaned his name and dug my fingers into his hair.
Two hard thrusts later, he roared his release, his cock pulsing inside me as he spilt himself into my ass.
He collapsed on top of me, his cheek pressed against my pec as I lay star-fished beneath him, feeling his cock twitching inside me.
I stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to think, how to feel, or even what my name was.
Everything had just changed. I’d been fucked into another life by a beautiful man.
A man who’d just told me he loved me. Did he mean it?
Or had he said it in the heat of the moment?
That was a thing, wasn’t it? People did that sometimes—got caught up in pheromones and pleasure and said something they didn’t really mean.
Why would he love me? It didn’t make sense.
Yet somehow it did. Because… I loved him too.