Chapter 20 #2
Then he slid the second finger in. Holy merry Christmas, it wasn’t as painful, but still. And people enjoyed this? I couldn’t see how.
“Uly, talk to me. Are you okay?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to blot out the pain. “Mhm.”
Then there was warmth against my lips as Brent kissed me, deep and sweet.
“You don’t need to be brave, baby. I love you for who you are.”
Baby? Love? I opened my eyes to see him smiling softly at me. “You… love me?”
He stroked his other hand over my face. “More than words can express. Your smile? It makes me weak in the knees. Seeing you with the boys? Fills my heart to bursting. Do I want to be inside of you? Yes. Seriously, only an idiot would say no. Will I stop loving you if we can’t?
Not ever. If it’s not something we’re able to do today, then maybe tomorrow.
Then again, maybe never. The world isn’t set in stone, and I’m going to love you through all of our days together. ”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tucked my head into his shoulder. Feeling safe, secure, loved.
“If you want, we can try it the other way,” he said.
If I’m honest, I had never once in my life considered being on top of another person.
It wasn’t something I could see myself doing or had any interest in.
Plus, when Benjy had brought the lunch, he told me why Chaim is the leader in their relationship.
I needed that from Brent too. His guidance, his protection, his being a stalwart champion.
These were what I wanted from him, and the thought of him bending over for me, showing he could be in a more submissive role? That didn’t work at all.
“No, I don’t think so.”
He frowned. “You talked to Benjy, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“Honey, we’re not him and Chaim.”
“But in a way, you are. You’re bigger than life, the one who safeguards everyone else here. That’s the role I see you in, and I can’t picture you in another way. And I’m afraid if we did do that, it would change how I see you.”
He nuzzled my neck. “Uly, we’re good if you want to try. I’m not gonna say you have to, but the option will always be there.”
And I understood and appreciated it.
“Let’s give this another go,” I told him. “I want you inside me.”
His face showed his concern, which emboldened me. “Are you certain? It will hurt.”
And that did worry me, but not showing him I trusted him? That was a no go for me.
“Let’s do it. Just,…”
“I swear, I won’t do anything you don’t want, and you’ll be properly loosened before we move on to the next step.
I lay back, gave him a smile, and spread my legs.
He flopped down beside me without any grace at all, then put his big hand over my stomach, as he rubbed gently.
“From what I’ve read, there are a few positions that make it easier for the first time.
The one I was looking at has us spooning and doing it that way.
I liked that one because it allows me to hold you while we do it. ”
That sounded good to me. Having his hands on me would make me feel protected, even as I was trying to come to terms with him taking me. I had to be honest, though. Of everyone I ever met, Brent was the one I trusted most to do this. My mate.
“Let’s give it a go.”
He smiled and my heart thumped. He was such a beautiful man, if someone as big and imposing as him could be considered gorgeous.
“Okay.” He sucked in a breath. “Remember, this is new for me too, so I have to depend on you to help me along. Tell me what feels good, what doesn’t. We’re on this journey together, okay?”
And that, more than anything else, went a long way toward making me feel better about this whole thing. He pressed a hand to my back, forcing me onto my stomach.
“But I thought—”
“No, we’re still going to do it on our sides, but this will help me loosen you up. Get you more relaxed. Do you trust me?”
Without hesitation I replied, “Yeah, I do.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
Then he parted my ass cheeks and stuffed his face in there.
“Dude, what the heck?” I cried, doing my best to scramble away.
He didn’t answer, just clamped his hands on my hips as he kept spearing my hole with his tongue, though he did throw in a few moans that made it even hotter.
Soon his ministrations had me writhing on the bed, panting, begging, babbling.
He’d turned me into a gibbering mess, and I was okay with that.
Then I felt his finger there again. He didn’t say anything, just pressed gently.
Surprisingly, my hole opened up and he slid in like butter. Now it was my turn to moan.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah. It’s so good.”
“I’m glad.” He stuck his tongue in, working in tandem with his finger, and I was flying high. After a few minutes he pulled back and I wanted to protest. “Think you’re ready for another finger?”
I nodded sharply.
“No, baby. I need the words. I have to hear them.”
“Yes!” I all but shouted. “More. Please, Brent. I’ll beg if you want.”
“You never have to beg me for anything,” he said, pushing in with another finger.
“Oh God, I never knew it could feel like this,” I moaned.
“Does that mean you like it?”
“I love it,” I admitted. I knew, without a doubt, how much patience he was showing. I glanced down at his hard, leaking cock, the tip red, and marveled at how someone so big could also be so gentle. I reached down and wrapped the hardness in my hand.
“Ooh, Uly,” he moaned. “Please stop. You’re going to make me cum.”
I was torn between wanting him to shoot and wanting him to bury himself inside me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do,” he said softly. “So you know, we can’t spread sexual diseases. That’s the one trait we share in common with wolves. I had them to prevent pregnancy. I’ll use it, though. I never want you to worry about anything.”
He couldn’t spread diseases, and I didn’t need to worry about getting pregnant. “No, don’t use it. I…. I’ve always wanted my first time to be like this. To feel a guy shoot inside of me and have him dripping out of me like in the porn movies.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re turning me on so goddamn much,” he growled, hunching his hips so his cock brushed over my leg, leaving a trail of precum there. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
“I noticed, yes,” I teased.
For the next twenty minutes he probed my hole, adding more lube to his fingers. When the third one joined the other two, I couldn’t believe how full I felt, but also how amazing.
“Can we try now?” he asked. “I think I’m going to die if I can’t get inside you.”
“Yeah, let’s give it a shot,” I said, feeling braver now.
He crawled back up, curling around my body. His cock was now pressed against my ass, and I forced myself to take a few breaths and relax.
“We don’t have to do this,” he reminded me.
“I want to,” I assured him. And I did.
“All right. Here is how this is going to work. I’m going to hold my cock by your hole and you’re going to take as much or as little as you can. Everything goes at your pace.”
Now I’d read porn. Lots of porn. And according to those stories the top was supposed to ram it in and, maybe, give the bottom a few moments to get used to it before he railed the hell out of him.
This? I wasn’t prepared for the kindness, patience, and love being shown. It threw me off, but in a good way.
His hand slid between our bodies, then he moved a bit closer, his bulbous head notched near my hole.
I had to move around a bit, until the two were aligned.
I drew in a deep breath and pushed back gently.
When he breached me, I gasped. Not in pain.
At least not exactly. More that he’d entered me and I was surprised.
We lay there for a few minutes, me doing my best to get my hole to relax and him running a hand over my chest, occasionally tweaking a nipple.
“Remember,” he whispered. “There’s never a bad time to say stop.”
And I could tell he meant it. I pressed back a little more, another couple of inches entering me.
This time? It didn’t hurt nearly as much.
I mean, I no longer felt like I was being ripped in two.
More like I was being stuffed full, and I actually liked it.
I pulled out just a bit, but then pushed in more, until his pubes brushed against my ass.
“It’s all in,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “You’re so damn tight.”
“I think it’s more you’re so damn huge.”
He chuckled and kissed my neck, causing goose bumps to form. I’d done it. I had a man inside me. No, I had my mate inside me.
“Okay, that was my job. Now it’s your turn.”
He groaned. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he vowed, withdrawing slightly, then pushing back in. He repeated this, each time pressing his hips against me. After a while, it felt good. Really, really good.
“Can you go a bit faster? Maybe a little harder?”
“Yeah, I can,” he said, a smile in his voice.
The next thing I knew, he pressed me flat onto the bed, then pulled me up so I was pressed to his chest, the sweat dripping between us.
When he pushed in this time, it went deeper than before, dragging a moan from me.
The pain had vanished, and now my ass was all tingles and heat as he pumped into me.
I moaned. Or maybe he did. Or we could have done it together.
“Harder, please,” I pleaded.
“I like how that sounds, but I told you, you never have to beg.” Then he withdrew and thrust forward, our sweat slick skin slapping together. He pushed me forward, so I ended up on my knees, continuing his thrusts while sucking on my neck. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
“I’m getting close,” he whispered in my ear.
He slid his hand down, wrapping it around my own straining cock, then jacking it in time to his thrusts. Less than thirty seconds later, I grunted and erupted with the best fucking orgasm of my life.
“Uly!” he growled, his thrusts stuttering as he pushed me back down onto the bed, slamming his cock into me as he reached his own orgasm. Once he stopped shuddering, he collapsed on top of me. Brent was heavy, but I didn’t mind. It kept me from flying away.
“That was… fuck. Amazing doesn’t even begin to cover it. Give me a couple minutes and we can start round two.”
Wait. Round two? Oh, God. He was going to fuck me to death.
But what a way to go.