Chapter 20
Marty
I’m not sure what it is…
How good it felt when he was probing my prostate with his touch.
How he revealed a part of himself I know he doesn’t share with most of the guys.
The cuddling.
His confession that he likes me.
Or the way his cock rubs up against me and how he’s gripping my shaft.
All I know is I want him to show me the sort of pleasure he’s given to so many girls.
He rolls toward me so I’m under him as his lips crush down against mine. His lips travel down my chin, to my throat, which he nibbles at. My body erupts with sensation, the tips of flames tickling across my flesh. When he finally leans back, he’s already holding another condom.
When the fuck did he grab that? I guess the nightstand isn’t far, and he’s got those giant-ass arms. But that required some serious multitasking, which only reminds me that if anyone can show me how good it can feel to be fucked by a guy, it’s Ryan Lorde.
He tears the packet open with his teeth before readying himself and finding the lube in the sheets.
I study his shaft. Am I gonna mess this up a second time?
He leans down, kissing me again, his tongue wild in my mouth before he whispers between kisses, “If you…feel…any discomfort…tell me, and we stop.”
I’m sure he knows I will, but he wants me to know that this is on my terms and help me relax.
“I will,” I assure him before he wets his cock and my ass with some lube.
He’s even slower than he was the first time, pressing the head of his cock against me. He looks to me.
“I’m ready,” I tell him with a nod, and he pushes in again.
Nervous as I am, I don’t feel that surge of discomfort and tension like I did the first time.
“Fuck, it’s tight,” he says, a sliver of a smile playing across his lips.
Looking at that mug makes me think that—even knowing all this time he’s a hot guy—I haven’t allowed myself to really appreciate it because of how much I hated his asshole behavior, but fuck, he’s beautiful.
His cock steadily creeps farther in, my muscles remaining relaxed, and I’m anticipating that sensation he brought up in me, how it felt to have his fingers against my prostate, even before there’s that sensation again.
Ripples of excitement travel through my body as my skin prickles with goose bumps.
I close my eyes and roll my head back, moaning as my body welcomes him.
“There we go,” he whispers as he slides another inch past my prostate. “Wow,” he mumbles so that it’s barely audible.
I open my eyes. “What?”
“Liking how my cock looks inside you.”
“That works since I definitely like how it feels.”
There’s relief, not just from having pressure against my prostate, but knowing that the hard part seems to have passed.
“I’m gonna stay here, let your body adjust,” he says as he caresses the inside of my thigh, and the care he’s taking with me lifts what remains of the tension in my chest. He moves close, until his face is only a few inches from mine.
“In the meantime, I think you deserve a kiss for how good you took me.”
Once again, he’s generous with his kisses.
Fuck, it’s even better when he’s inside me at the same time.
I nibble at his bottom lip, then give it a gentle tug with my teeth, surprised how quickly he’s cured me of feeling self-conscious about that.
I’m eager to feel him stimulating that sweet spot, so I tell him, “You can try a little.”
He offers a subtle movement, back and forth, and waves of energy rush right through me, spreading out, my nerves celebrating. My body vibrates as my eyes roll back and I call out.
“Oh, I like when you roll your eyes like this,” he teases before his lips are against my throat, tongue in a frenzy as he keeps up his work, allowing me to lose myself in this realm of pleasure I’d only heard about but now know no amount of description could have prepared me for.
“You want me to speed up?” he asks at the perfect time.
“A little bit.”
He offers broader strokes, and given that there was a moment when I thought my body wouldn’t even let him inside, I’m shocked by how much I’ve opened up. It’s a thought I can only enjoy for a moment before his lips return to mine and I lose myself again.
With each short thrust, I gain confidence in what I can handle, and I urge him to give me more.
And more.
Until soon he’s thrusting in and out with ease and my body’s pulsing with life, sparks igniting in nerves in surprising places, tingling at my toes.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” I confess before one of those waves sweeps right through me, leaving me gasping.
Ryan rises on his knees, locking his arms around my thighs as he continues his work, getting farther back. Another wave is quickly followed by a rush of warmth to my face, the intensity of it sending an urgent signal through my pelvis.
“Your ass feels so good. Marty, I love the way you’re gripping me.”
“Oh my God. You’re really hitting it.”
“You mind if I try something?”
I snicker. With what he’s doing for me, I submit. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
He stops his thrusts, which is good because if he kept going, I was likely to blow at any moment. He leans down, wrapping his arms under mine and pulling me up. “Put your arms around my neck.”
The way I obey, it’s like my body isn’t even giving me a chance to think about it, as though it knows whatever comes next means more of this amazing feeling, so we need to do whatever will make that happen.
Once my arms are around him, he grabs under my thighs and wraps them around his waist, then leans back, pulling me off the bed so that he’s on his knees and I’m held up, his cock buried deep in my hole, which makes him even harder.
“Fuck, Ryan,” I call out, enjoying how firm he is inside me, the pressure that’s hitting my prostate.
“One of the perks of fucking around with a linebacker,” he says before thrusting much faster, and I cling to him as he’s got me soaring, climbing higher and higher.
As we moan together, precum leaks from my cock and settles on my abs. It’s hard to concentrate on anything, but I want his lips again. As I move in for a kiss, he tilts his head back, wearing a playful expression.
“Uh-uh,” he says. “I need to save it for the right moment.”
As annoying as it is, it’s exciting too. I don’t normally like it when he teases me, but I like this kind of teasing. “Fuck, it’s no wonder everyone wants to fuck you.”
“Damn right.”
He keeps fucking me as though trying to prove himself the fuckboy he’s always been.
No matter what there may have been between us in the past, there’s no denying the chemistry we discovered with our kisses is even more present while he’s fucking me.
We work up a sweat, his hot breath mixing with our body heat, and I’m proud when I see him wipe the sweat that’s beading on his brow.
“That all you got?” I ask playfully.
“Like hell.”
Ryan’s clearly got a point to prove—at the least athleticism—because I’m suddenly a rag doll he’s tossing about.
First crawling on his knees to the edge of the bed and stepping off so he can fuck me on my back, really showing me how fast and deep he can give it to me.
I reach out to the side, taking him fully, absorbed in every delicious moment, awakening to the nuance of each movement that stimulates me, keeps pushing precum out of me.
It doesn’t feel fair, though. He’s working so hard, giving me so much pleasure, so I tell him, “Ryan, I want to ride you.”
He scoops me back up, spins around, and sits on the bed, crawling back before lying across it. I’m certain he’s only able to move so effortlessly because of his extensive training, and I’m here for it.
“See, never even have to leave that cock when you’re with me,” he says with a cocky grin.
“Definitely a perk.” I laugh, but nearly as quickly, feel another wave of ecstasy shoot through me.
But I can’t be greedy. It’s my turn to see what I can do, so I rise and fall, working to serve his fat cock. He grips my hips, his thumbs massaging my flesh as his body jerks and thrusts.
We work into a natural rhythm, something we don’t have much of a chance to experience when I’m trying to show him my limited tango moves. We speed up until my ass claps against his pelvis, my cock bobbing up and down, leaking onto his abs now.
Only I’m climbing too quickly. My thoughts scatter, my muscles locking as I keep up the pace I know is taking me to the end.
“Ryan, I’m getting too close. Fuck…are you close?”
“I can be,” he says, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can hold it—”
He pauses his work, rising up, resting his hand against my cheek. Then he draws me close until his lips are millimeters from mine. It feels like I should be coming already, my body vibrating and jerking, sensations pulsing through me.
“See, you can hold it after all,” he teases.
I tremble with sensation, my body feeling like it could burst open at any moment. My mind is swirling, fixating on each individual spark that radiates through me.
“Ry, I—” I can’t think long enough to make my request.
“I think you’re ready now,” he says, finally giving me those lips and several thrusts.
Between the way he works my mouth and how he rocks his hips, it takes me to the end.
It’s like a bullet shooting out of me, and his kiss stifles the sound of me calling out my pleasure until he pulls away to warn me, “I’m coming too. Fuck, Mart…fucking hell.”
We’re all twitches and messy kisses, our jaws clashing, our rhythm broken in a frenzy of wild movements as I feel like I’m having the longest fucking orgasm of my life.
Ryan grunts, and I can tell by the way his body jerks when he’s emptied the last of his load.
As he pulls back, I see mine spread across his abs, dripping down them like on a wall of rocks.
We pant, and he moves close, resting his sweat-soaked forehead against mine.
“Fuck, Mart. Who knew you were such an animal?”
“You must bring it out of me.”
“I think I put it into you.”
My face is on fire, and I’m taking quick, shallow breaths. I chuckle—wow—I can’t believe after all that just happened I’m chuckling because there wasn’t anything funny about that.
He slides out of me and disposes of the condom before returning to my bed.
“Wow,” he says, his eyes widening as he drops down at my side.
I’m still catching my breath, realizing I don’t know that I’ve ever been so totally satisfied in my entire life, yet also so hungry for more. I figured he would be a hell of a lover, but I clearly had no fucking idea how amazing.
“I hope you know I intend to do that again,” he says.
I laugh.
“What’s funny?”
“If you think we’re done for tonight, you are out of your damn mind.”
I’m relieved when he grins—he’s practically glowing—proving he’s not finished with me yet either.
And I know it’s gonna be a hell of a night.