Chapter 15 Kit #2
I think Damian was right, and I was worried about losing control since my only experience of anal play has quite literally been at my own hands. But this, surrendering to the pleasure, trusting Damian to take me there, it’s more than I ever imagined it could be.
“I’m ready.” I thread my fingers through his hair and pull him up to meet my kiss.
Damian indulges me, reaching for the lube and slicking up his thick member. “Remember,” he says against my lips, “just say the word, and we stop. That’s the deal. You have to tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“I will,” I say hurriedly, barely registering his sincerity in my mindless state. “Now, Damian. Fuck me now!”
Then, I feel the unforgiving head of his dick against me, and I forget anything else in the world exists except us.
He pushes against me gently, his tip gliding over my twitching hole until finally, he presses in. The burn is breathtaking, a flare of pain drowned out only by Damian’s sweet whisper.
“You’re so good, Kit,” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine. “So fucking, fucking good. Oh god, Kit, you’re so tight.” Damian clamps his eyes shut in awe, while I can do nothing but moan at his intrusion.
He inches in, deeper and deeper, stretching me to my limit, and then a little bit more. It hurts, sure, but in the very best way. He’s not taking my virginity. I’m handing it to him on a platter, practically throwing it at him as his cock finally brushes over my prostate.
I arch into him, my fingers twisting into my duvet as I wordlessly pray that he does that again. Then, I feel his hips against me.
“Are you okay?” Damian asks, his voice shaking.
I’m full, so delightfully, blissfully full.
I want to tell him how incredible I feel wrapped around his cock, connected to him in a way I’ll never be with another.
But I can’t. The path from my brain to my mouth is lost right now.
So, I nod frantically in the hope that he’ll move, in the hope that he’ll pummel that place inside of me that craves him so much.
And he does. Relentlessly, fervently, thrusting into me slowly at first, moving his hips to find the angle that makes me scream the loudest, not giving up until he’s hitting that bundle of nerves with every stroke.
He sends me higher, sweat beading on his forehead as he thrusts faster and harder. A fire burns across my spine, flaring every time he makes a direct hit until I can’t hold back any longer.
“Damian,” I cry. “Damian, I’m so close.”
He doesn’t stop. I don’t think he could, even if we wanted to. In a move that will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life, he licks his palm and reaches down to engulf my aching cock.
Damian doesn’t even need to move his hand.
Just the feel of his vice-like grip around me is enough to send me over the edge.
I throw my head back, a moan lodged in my throat as I unload ribbons of hot cum over my stomach.
I feel myself clench around him, milking his pulsing length until he, too, falls into the chasm with me.
“Kit.” His voice is strained, his neck corded as he releases deep inside me. Our orgasms peak as we both give all we have. Then, when the last wave crests, it leaves us so entwined, I’m not sure where I end, and Damian begins.
It’s beautiful and terrifying. My body hums with pleasure, even as a satisfied ache starts to make itself known in my ass.
“Are you alright?” Damian asks, still buried deep in my body.
Emotion wells inside me. How have I got so lucky? I gave my heart to a boy four years ago, the most gentle, caring soul, and today, he gave his back without me ever asking.
“I’m fine,” I mouth, not trusting my voice to crack around how much this fucking means, how long I’ve dreamed of this.
Damian pulls out, and I wince at the feeling of nothingness that comes, my muscles trying to clench around something that’s not there anymore. Well, that’s certainly not the best part.
“Sorry,” he says sheepishly. “Here, let me clean you up.” Damian jumps off my bed and hurries into the en suite, returning with two warm, damp cloths in his hand.
He gently runs them over my stomach, my cock, before taking extra care with my swollen hole.
With me sorted, he quickly passes the flannels over himself before throwing them onto the floor and scooping me into his arms to tuck us into bed.
“I love you,” Damian whispers once we’ve settled against my wall of pillows.
For a moment, everything stops. My heart ceases its erratic rhythm, and a gasp catches in my throat.
What? my brain screams as my soul rejoices. I push myself up on his chest to look at him properly. “I don’t think you’re meant to say that for the first time after sex?”
“Says who?”
“I don’t know,” I admit quietly, even as I feel the conviction radiating from him. “Everyone?”
He waves away the opinions that don’t matter to us. “Pfft, what do they know. They sound like the same sort of people who say you shouldn’t sleep with your stepbrother.”
Huh, I suppose that’s true. Who made all the stupid rules anyway? “Fuck those people.”
“Yeah, fuck those people,” he agrees vehemently.
“I’m not going to stop myself from telling you I love you just because some nobody thinks it’s weird.”
“Well, are you going to say it then?” he laughs.
My heart bursts, happier than it’s ever been. I grab hold of his face and kiss him hard. “I love you, Damian Hansel.”
At my words, he wraps his arms around me and brings me back down to his chest, where I belong.
“I love you too, Kit Gretel,” he says, burying his nose in my hair. “I love you too.”
The blinking of a light, an electric hum.
The right time, but the wrong bed.
Little did we know our lives were about to change forever.