Chapter 10
I’m living in a dream.
It’s the only explanation.
The last thing I remember, I’d gone to bed. Depressed, confused and lonely, fearing that my lustful obsession had desecrated the only peace I’ve ever known.
And then I woke up in James’s bed.
With his hands on me, his body warming mine in a sheet of needy tingles, his soft panting filling my brain.
When I came to, I was shocked. I’m not sure how I even ended up here. But the even weirder thing is that James didn’t seem surprised at all by my presence in his bed. In fact, it seemed like something he was waiting for.
Had he wanted me to come to him the whole time?
Was him telling me to go to Tanner’s a test?
That doesn’t seem like something he would do, but now I can’t be sure. Because he’s doing a whole mess of things right now that I never expected him to do in a million years.
Like gripping my ass in his strong hands, helping me move it gradually against the long, thick shape of him.
I can feel it throbbing between the crack of my ass even through the fabric that separates us. And I’m going out of my mind.
James runs his lips gently along the nape of my neck while he holds me, thrusting into me, still with hesitation, though I think he’s abandoned his rationalizations.
It’s good… I want him to forget what we are, just for right now.
I’ve been craving this for years, and I don’t want him to snap back into reality. I can’t lose this feeling.
He pulls his hands away just long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head, then returns to me, the warmth of his flesh and all those muscles molding into my back.
Exhaling a shaky breath, my eyelids flutter. I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like I’m drunk, dizzy and completely unaware of everything outside of this bed. My cock is stiff, aching between my legs as I bring a hand to it, palming myself while he palms my ass.
His fingers slink into the waistband of my boxers, pushing them down just a bit as he squeezes my hip. Reaching back, my hand covers his, and I use it to push them down further.
“Jesse…” he murmurs breathlessly, his voice nothing but a deep shudder that comes directly from his chest. “We shouldn’t…”
I bite my lip, hard. Because his words definitely aren’t reflecting his actions as he tugs my boxers down another inch.
I move them down even more, until my cock is out, brushing against the soft comforter.
“I know,” I hum.
It’s true… We shouldn’t. He’s right.
But what the fuck is should anyway when you totally can?
“Stop me,” he pleads in a desperate whisper, his fingers shoving my boxers down my thighs. “You have to stop me right now.”
My head shakes. “I can’t… I want it too bad.”
His entire body tremors. “Fuck…”
Wriggling out of my clothes the rest of the way, I’m now naked and squirming. He’s still wearing pants, and I want him not to be. I want to feel more than just the shape of his dick through his clothes.
I want it inside me… Deep. So deep it leaves an imprint on my body that’ll never go away.
His arms circle my waist as he pulls me flush against his torso, their curious touch fluttering over the muscles in my front. “You have a beautiful body.”
It’s insane how much that comment swells my heart, pumping it in my chest until I’m rocking with the beats.
Then his fingers drift, tentatively brushing my erection until it jerks. A gasp escapes me.
He hums. And then he makes a fist around it.
And I fall the fuck apart.
My head leans back into him, back arches to thrust my erection in and out of his palm. He groans and strokes me slowly, from my balls all the way up, then back down.
“So big,” he marvels, tone lost in this hypnotic state. “Long and perfect.”
“Fuck me…” I pant, cherishing the feel of his rough hand jerking me slow.
That large hand… The hand of a man. One who’s big and strong and… older.
Jesus Christ, I could come any minute. I really need to focus before I embarrass myself.
“Have you done that before?” He breathes in my ear, stubble grazing my jaw to keep me shivering. “Have you been… fucked?”
My mind sifts through his words and his tone. I don’t want to upset him… But I can’t lie either.
I nod hesitantly. No words. Solid answer.
His grip on my dick tightens, and I whine. “Did you go to your friend’s house tonight?”
This time I have to speak. “No.”
“Why not?” He mumbles, grinding into my ass harder with each pull of my cock.
“I… I don’t want him.” My voice shakes. “I don’t want anyone else.”
His movements slow. “What do you want, Jess?”
Reaching behind me, my hand slinks between us to feel his erection. He releases a jagged breath. “I want this. I want… you.”
He groans, “I’m so fucked,” thrusting into my hand while I thrust into his. “I’m going to Hell.”
Then he pulls away, leaving me bereft, needy and terrified that he realized this is fucked up, and he’s about to kick me out.
But he hasn’t left the bed. He simply rolled away. And I peek over my shoulder to find him rummaging through his nightstand.
When he comes back to me, I feel him slithering out of his sweatpants. He nestles us beneath the covers with his hands all over me, his long, hard dick grazing my ass until I’m purring.
I’m lost in a haze as his hands cup my cheeks, shoving me forward a bit and spreading me open. There’s a pause while I await his next move, something I can’t see happening behind me, twisting me up with more yearning than I’ve ever felt before.
And when slick fingers swipe over my rim, I whimper out a sound, reflecting exactly that.
James hums in my ear, timidly licking my lobe while his wet fingers explore between my cheeks, swirling around over my hole before one presses inside.
“Uhh…” I gasp, shifting my ass back to him for more.
“This is tight.” His lips move down my neck, kissing and nipping while his finger lurches deeper. “Jesus, it’s tight. My dick would barely fit in here.”
“I’m sure you could make it…” I ramble quietly, breathier than I ever have been in my whole life.
“You think?” He rumbles, pressing in another finger to join the first one, pumping them slowly, the lubrication wetting me as my muscles relax.
Burrowing my heated face into the pillow, I murmur, “Mhm.”
“Jesse…” His lips tickle the nape of my neck, down to my shoulder. “You really should stop me. You’re the only one who can right now.”
His fingers work around inside me, as deep as they can reach until they dust over my prostate. A strangled noise escapes my lips, and I shake my head.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Whatever you do… please don’t stop.”
He mutters something under his breath, then pulls his fingers out of me. Just when it was getting good, working me up. And now I’m empty and clenching.
His left hand pets my back, and I peer over my shoulder to find him stroking lube onto his cock. I’m only momentarily startled at seeing it again.
Sure, I had it deep in my throat the other night, but it’s… shockingly big. And long.
That thing’s going to be up in my guts.
A chill of excitement fizzles in my belly.
James pushes me until my ass is angled up as he kneels only partially over my left leg, still practically lying on top of me. And then he nudges something fat and smooth up to my asshole.
And he gives it a nice shove.
“Mmm…” My lips press together as I clutch the comforter in my fist, relaxing everything below my waist for him.
He keeps pushing, fighting against my body’s resistance. “I want inside this tight little hole…”
I can’t help how his words make me clench. I’ve dreamed about him saying dirty things like this to me for years… And now here they are. Hushed, salacious words slithering into my ear.
He shoves again. “God, I could probably come just like this…”
You’re preaching to the choir, pal.
Finally, I manage to relax enough for the head to slip in. It’s so wide and round, arousal seeps from the tip of my dick onto the bed.
“Guhh.” Nonsense streams from my lips as he releases a choked sigh. Then pushes in more.
I’m fucking falling…
“Holy fuck… Jesus Christ,” he moans in my ear, licking and sucking at it while he drives in deeper, tearing me open wide with his girth. “Oh my fucking God, my dick is… in you. It’s… I can’t believe I’m fucking inside you…”
He thrusts another inch, and my eyes roll back in my skull. “Fuck… me… you’re… huge.”
His dick goes on for miles, and it takes minutes for him to find himself all the way inside me. But when I feel his pelvis on my ass cheeks, I lose all semblance of reality.
I’m burning alive, the intensity of having this massive object so deep in my body, deeper than even seems possible, liquifying me into a puddle beneath him.
James shifts, moving his hips subtly to adjust himself to the feeling. I can tell that’s what he’s doing because he’s breathing like his lungs are shrinking and he hasn’t even gotten moving yet.
“This… this is… life-changing.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder blade, gripping my ass hard with his hands. Then he pulls back, just a bit, just enough for us both to groan out loud. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
Baby…
I bite down on the pillow while fireworks pop off in my chest. Oh, please never stop calling me baby.
James works up a rhythm. Almost agonizingly slow, allowing me to feel every ridge of his massive cock, sliding in and out of my ass.
My body is gripping him tight, not wanting to ever let go, and reveling in the feel of him fucking me into the bed.
As he picks up his pace, his hips push into mine, smacking on my ass quietly while he rides me into oblivion.
“Please tell me this feels good for you,” he hums, a hand running around to my front to grip my chest. “I’m going out of my fucking mind.”
“Ffuuckk… me… harder,” is all I can say.
My body is wrapped in a cloud of erotic fuzz, and I’m floating up into the atmosphere.
“You want it hard, baby?” He growls, sucking on my neck and biting me until I whimper. “You like how I fuck you?”