Chapter Eight #2
I almost wiggled my ass at him once in position.
I said nothing and could only look over my shoulder for an instant.
My desire to please him far outweighed my fear.
Just as my trust in Alec overshadowed any apprehension.
He wasn’t some sadistic fuck who’d hurt me just to get off.
I knew whatever happened, he would go out of his way to make sure I enjoyed it as much as he did.
The mattress creaked under his weight as he kneeled behind me. I couldn’t look at him. My arousal propelled me so outside of my comfort zone that the rational—albeit booze-addled—part of my brain just couldn’t keep up.
His hands were rough and hot as coals on my hips. I trembled under his touch. “Look at me,” he said.
I turned, and my cock leaked more. Alec stared at me, not a piece of meat to fuck, but a prize to be won. He said, “Are you ready to get fucked in the ass, Blackwood?”
He wanted me to answer. I’d have to commit myself to what was about to happen. Was I ready to be fucked? Hell no. But did I desperately want him to? Fucking Christ, yes.
“Yes, sir.”
It was his first genuine smile since returning to the room. “Good boy.”
“Just please…” I spoke out of turn. His brow went up before nodding for me to continue. “Go slow, or easy, or whatever. I’ve never been fucked before. I’ve never even like… played with it.”
Alec blinked twice before laughing so hard his grip on my hips hurt.
“No fucking shit, numb nuts.” He laughed harder.
“I’ve never fucked a guy, either. Not to ruin the little game we got going on, but I’m not sure it’ll work.
Hot as fuck to try, right? If it hurts, I’ll stop, and we’ll just blow each other.
Sound good?” He slapped my ass hard enough to leave a mark and make my body tingle.
“Are you sure you’re down for this? We really don’t have to… ”
“Yes, sir, I am. I trust you.” I smiled, too.
“Good. ‘Cause there’s no other ass I’d rather lose my cherry to than yours.”
What followed, while hot, was comical. Alec tried to get a finger in my ass but was denied entry. He told me to relax and open up. I didn’t know what that meant, and only clenched harder until Alec realized something was missing.
“Lube! We need fucking lube. Fucking lube for fucking.”
His humor eased my nerves. Because the more he failed to get a finger in me, the more I wanted him to. And the more I wanted him to, the more I was scared that if his finger couldn’t fit, what in the ever-loving fuck would his cock do?
He left and returned with some of the free hotel lotion. It was mild and unscented, but so shitty it couldn’t moisturize anything. Turns out it was a hell of an anal lubricant.
“Oh FUCK!” I hollered when Alec’s first knuckle slipped past my ring all at once.
Alec said nothing but stopped holding my hip. He didn’t move, but I was free to retreat if I wanted. I pushed back instead, a long, slow “Fuuuuuck” drawn from my lips. It hurt, but not so bad. And when I moved back on his finger, taking another knuckle or two, it felt a little better.
One became two. That hurt like a motherfucker.
The stretch was unimaginable. But then he curled his fingers and hit my prostate.
It felt better, but fire consumed my lower body.
When he opened his fingers inside, stretching me out more, my head fell, and I let out a low grumble.
Not the worst pain, but far from pleasure.
I almost collapsed when he withdrew them.
“You ready to take my big cock, Blackwood?” he said, slathering it in the cheap lotion.
“Yes. Fuck me, Alec.”
He smiled wider and pressed his cock head to my unclaimed entrance. Then he pushed harder. Then, harder still.
“Take a deep breath and relax.”
I did just that, and half of Alec’s mighty, thick cock slipped inside me.
I wanted to scream or cry out, but I couldn’t. My vision went blurry, and the breath caught in my chest. A second later, I was able to get out a strangled, “Fuck.”
Alec cooed and comforted me, running his enormous hands up and down my sweaty back, asking if I wanted it out several times. I said, “No, but just stay still.” He did. Sometime later, he must have felt me relax enough to push the rest in, all the while asking if he should stop.
Seated balls deep in my no longer virgin ass, Alec said, “Fucking Christ, Blackwood, you’re so tight. And hot. And soft. Feels fucking amazing. Are all guys' asses like this?”
“Wouldn’t fucking know,” I said, trying not to breathe like I was in labor.
Alec laughed, causing the cock in me to jostle and twitch. “Good point.”
We stayed like that for a long while. He’d flex his cock in me to keep it rigid, and ran his blunt fingernails up and down my back, pausing to rub my shoulders, until it felt better.
Alec began fucking me without warning. Soft and slow, but most of his cock never left my body.
He waited for me to relax further before picking up the pace. Once he did, he really did.
For the first time getting fucked in the ass, it wasn’t an awful experience. It didn’t feel great, like I was going to cum hands-free, but it stopped hurting. As Alec got up to “pounding my hole open” speed, it felt good.
Within minutes of fucking me, Alec was out and out hammering my asshole.
I fell on my face, ass in the air for my boss, and gripped the sheets for my life.
My face was screwed up into a tight grimace as I bared my teeth.
Outside looking in, someone would think I was in pain, but I wasn’t.
Well, I was—it hurt, not gonna lie—but it was such a new and different bundle of sensations that I loved it.
I also loved the fact that it was Alec’s giant, hairy cock rearranging my insides for the first time. And how he was in such command that all I could do was lay there and take it.
He smacked my ass and a loud crack rang out.
I grunted in pain, allowing my focus to fall away from the anal invasion.
Instead of clenching when he spanked me, I released some tension.
Letting go and just giving myself to him felt great.
I had been fighting it, and soon, I learned how to keep it relaxed, and it only got better. What he said helped, too.
“FUCK yeah, Blackwood! Take this thick fucking cock! Tight as a goddamn vice, and hot as fucking lava in your guts!” He smacked my ass again while fucking me hard and fast. “You’re so fucking hot, man.”
His sheer enthusiasm for fucking me was worth so much more than my mild discomfort.
And once I knew how to loosen up for him, I did nothing but enjoy the ride.
I still held on for dear life, but with the zeal of a true ass slut.
Just thinking of myself that way, for Alec, made me leak even more than I already was.
Because, even if it was uncomfortable, or even painful, I never lost an ounce of my erection. I was hard as steel since getting back to the room. If anything, I only got harder once Alec asked to fuck me.
A part of me, something deep and true, longed for this.
To be taken control of. To be told what to do and how.
To be used for a man’s pleasure. Not that Alec made me feel used.
No, it was hot as fucking hell to take him.
Let him do all the work. Just absorb his masculine need to fuck.
My ass might be sore for days after, but fucking hell if it wouldn’t make me hard every time I remembered why.
Alec picked up speed, forcing me to focus harder on staying open for him, and changing sex for me forever.
When I fucked, I needed to be aware of the person I was inside.
It was never just thrusting with abandon for my enjoyment.
I’d take cues and listen to what they said to make it as good as possible for both of us.
I paid close attention to everything from the tenor of their moans to their face to their body language.
But getting fucked? I didn’t need to pay attention to Alec at all. He was in control; he was the driver. I only had to focus myself inward and make my body pliant and pleasurable for him. That was hotter than anything else I’d ever done.
His thick arm snaked its way under my chest and lifted my torso up to him.
I let him carry me until his chest hair tickled my sweaty back, sealing our bodies together.
It was more intimate than anything else that evening.
The change in angle was fantastic, but his rough fingers on my nipple felt even better.
The best? His deep, warm voice in my ear after directing my chin how he pleased.
“I’m going to fucking breed you, Blackwood,” he breathed. “And then I’m going to jerk you off and watch you blow with my hard cock and full load still up your perfect, tight ass.”
“Fucking hell, Alec.” I moaned.
His hand dropped to my cock while he made out with my neck and nibbled my ear.
I arched my back and reached behind to hold his head to me.
His other hand roamed my body, tweaking my nipple on each pass as he felt me up, jerked me off, and fucked my ass.
Being his dirty plaything was otherworldly.
My body objectified for his lust—to get him off mentally and physically.
I was his to enjoy, and I’d never been more turned on in my fucking life.
I moaned and closed my eyes, overstimulated and overwhelmed, so turned on—too turned on.
I grabbed his hand. “Alec, you’re gonna make me come.”
“No, you’re not. Not till I let you,” he said, freeing my cock and nipple to reclaim my hips.
His chest left my back, letting a chill crawl up my spine.
I wasn’t ready for the fucking he unleashed on me.
Hard, fast stabs up into me. Harder and faster than he’d gone yet.
The force of a man getting his nut. His pelvis slapped my ass so hard it stung and took my breath away.
I almost came when the low grumble in his throat built to a crescendo.
A few seconds after he started his final assault, he roared, “AHHH, FUCK MASON! FUCK! FUCKING COMING IN YOU!”
I don’t know if I imagined it, but I felt it. Once Alec fell over the edge, he slammed all the way in, and I swear I could feel his cock throb and plump as he emptied his balls in me. Thinking about it was almost hotter than feeling it. Almost.
The hottest was feeling his heart race on my back when collapsed on me after he was done.
Or his breath in my ear as it slowed. We didn’t fall, and I bore his weight as he returned from nirvana.
It was only a few seconds, if that, but there was something so fucking erotic about Alec using my body to get off, then using that same body to hold him upright.
The moment of calm didn’t last long. “Fucking loaded you up good, Blackwood. Full of my fucking nut. Now come with my cock in you like a good boy.”
Alec pressed his chest and stomach into my back, took hold of my cock, and pinched my nipple hard. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t. I could feel him flexing his cock inside my ass, reminding me it was there. If his goal was to get me off faster, it worked.
His chin dug into my shoulder so he could watch, and I grabbed his head again. As before, I was his plaything, only this time it was about my pleasure, not his.
“Oh… oh… oh fuck Alec, I’m gonna fucking come…” I moaned as I fell off the edge.
“Fuck yeah, Mason. Come for me. Shoot that fucking load.” He growled, out of breath.
“FUCK!”
I had never achieved orgasm with something up my ass before. I knew as soon as I started, it wouldn’t be my last. Before my mind went blank with unknown pleasure, I had a passing thought of needing to buy a dildo.
But it wasn’t a dildo in me. It was Alec’s thick, long, ramrod-hard cock coated in his own seed.
Maybe that made it hotter. But either way, having something press into my prostate while it throbbed its way through my ejaculation was sublime.
I’d never come so hard, so much, or so far in my life.
I soaked the bed in front of me, mewling incoherent whimpers.
“Holy fuck, Blackwood! Huge fucking load, man! Fuck yeah!” Alec said, both in awe and pride.
Alec stopped me from falling face-first into my puddle of cum. Once the orgasm crested and waned, I felt so drunk and tired I almost passed out. He held me, then maneuvered us to the other side of the bed.
He spooned me. I was never so thankful for the touch of another human being.
Feeling the chill hotel air on my back at that moment would’ve been terrible.
Alec held me close and ran his hand up and down my body, placing small kisses on my shoulder.
His touch was gentle and comforting, his energy soft and welcoming.
How such a simple thing could make me feel so taken care of, I didn’t know.
But I wanted to let him fuck me again and again whenever he wanted.
He didn’t pull out, instead letting himself go flaccid and fall away. Another thing to be thankful for. Once I came, my ass was on fire. Slipping out allowed me to adjust to being empty again.
“Thank you, Mason,” another all-new Alec whispered. “That was… that was proof I should’ve left my wife sooner. Seriously, I appreciate it.”
I chuckled, unable to laugh so close to passing out. “And thank you. You showed me how much I’ve been missing.”
He chuckled, too. “You liked it then? I wasn’t too rough or fucked you too hard?”
“You did both, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“Good,” he said and buried his face in my neck. “Good night, Mason.”
I didn’t mean to, but I said, “Good night, sir.”
He held me tighter when I did.