Chapter 28 #2
“I . . .” Words weren’t compatible with everything happening in my body. Heat, pressure, vulnerability, pleasure, anticipation, they all tangled in a rush that made sense and no sense at once. “Please. More.”
He didn’t pull out and thrust back in. This time he rocked his finger, rotating it, his knuckle grazing the tissue. His finger curled upward and . . .
The world broke open.
A flood of feeling shot through me, white-hot and shocking. My breath punched out of me in a noise I would deny until the day I died. My back arched.
“There we are, found it.”
He pressed again, dragging his fingertip across that devastating spot, and my vision blurred. My head swam as I floated in this sea of unbelievable pleasure.
Each time he nudged that spot, the feeling intensified. My mouth hung open, panting, releasing a near-constant stream of breathless babbled nonsense. I trembled, full-on measured on the Richter scale level trembles. From one finger. Consider my mind blown.
“How does that feel?”
“I’m . . . fuck.” I reached for something that summarized this experience and came up empty-handed. “It’s like . . . I don’t know. I need a thesaurus and maybe several volumes of Neruda to come close to describing it. It’s like nothing else. It’s never been like this.”
“That’s your prostate for you.”
“No,” I breathed, meeting his eyes. “It’s more than that. It’s you, Ollie. Only you.”
His expression shifted, heat turning into tenderness, desire tempered by a soft astonishment. “Always the charmer,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me.
And oh, that kiss. Slow, deep, unhurried, and laden with heat. His tongue tangled with mine, slow and seeking, leaving me lightheaded. I moaned into his mouth, greedy for more of him, for everything.
My cock had returned to full attention, hard and flushed against my abdomen, leaking precum onto my skin.
“You’re doing so well. So open for me. Think you’re ready for a second?”
“Uh-huh, want it.”
A second finger joined the first, with a prickle of pressure as the ring of muscle stretched further to accommodate, but he paused the moment my body protested, letting me breathe through it.
The discomfort passed quickly, morphing into a new dimension of full that flirted with the line between being too much and not nearly enough.
I gasped, the sound startled, awed.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, clutching the sheets as he began to move both fingers, scissoring, curling, hitting my prostate over and over. My bones turned to steam, my muscles putty.
“Does it feel good? Do you like having me inside you?”
“Yeah. Yes. Fuck.”
“That’s the plan.”
Before long he worked a third finger in, its fit tighter, but he let me acclimate, layering the discomfort with praise.
“Almost there. A bit more. You can do it, handsome.”
The sting peaked as the widest part of his knuckle pushed past my rim, but just like before it faded into a deep, aching fullness that had me pushing back without even thinking. My hips lifted right off the bed, chasing the feeling.
“There you are, that’s it,” he crooned as his lips found me again.
“Want your cock, Ollie. Please. I’m ready.”
“Okay, honey.”
Still kissing me, each finger slipped free in careful, slow sequence, but the emptiness hit so hard it stole a wretched keen from me I didn’t think I could ever recreate even if I tried.
I felt abandoned, like some part of me had been scooped out and taken with him.
My rim fluttered helplessly, clenching around nothing, desperate to pull him back in.
“I know, honey, I know,” he murmured, running his hand down my torso. “Give me a moment. I have to put on a condom and lube up and I’ll be right back with you.”
Okay, I could live with that. He’d be back. I wouldn’t be this empty for long.
True to his promise, moments later, he returned, his cock resting against my entrance. The contact alone sent a full-body shiver through me. My skin pebbled with goosebumps, and a meek grunt fell from my lips. I was so open, so sensitized, so receptive. His presence had my insides sizzling.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Whatever the next stage beyond ready is, I’m a hundred paces past that.”
“Alright, alright,” he said, brushing his hand along my thigh. “I’m going to go slow and we’ll pause as often as you need. This isn’t a race, or if it is, we’re the turtle, slow and steady. Remember to breathe, and push out against me as I enter. Trust me, it helps.”
“You won’t catch me ignoring expert instructions at a time like this,” I said.
“Good, here we go.”
As he pressed forward, breeching my hole and slipping inside, dots bloomed in my vision. Hoo boy, this was definitely more than his fingers. As he slid deeper, my ass protested the intrusion, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. My erection which had been at full mast moments before flagged.
Lips brushed my skin. Fingertips ran down my torso. “Breathe, handsome,” Oliver said.
Only then did I realize I hadn’t been breathing at all. I sucked in air and gave an even exhale.
“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing me. “You’re doing amazing.”
His mouth moved over mine, stealing the tension from my jaw and limbs. The burn remained, but the kiss offered a reprieve, giving me somewhere else to anchor my awareness.
And then, it happened.
The tightness gave way at last, and with a sinuous stretch, his cock sank deeper inside me, the pressure vast and uncompromising.
“Oh god. Oh fuck. Ollie,” I groaned, voice cracked and drawn-out, the words spiraling up from deep within my chest.
He paused, giving me a second to catch my breath. I had no clue how much of him he’d gotten in, but holy hell, it was a lot. The feeling knocked every ounce of composure I thought I had clean out the window.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, voice hushed and reassuring, his hands gliding over my skin in long soothing strokes. “We’ll take our time. Relax. How are you feeling?”
“Full. Overwhelmed.”
“In a bad way or a good way?”
“In a really fucking good way. It’s just a lot.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare!” I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down, crashing our mouths together, needing the kiss like oxygen. Chasing the raw and blazing connection.
As the sting faded, it left this wild, hungry need in its place. I shifted under him, trying to get the angle right, to draw him in deeper, right where I needed him most. “Keep going,” I breathed. “Don’t stop till you’re all the way in. Please.”
He started moving again, slow but steady, each push taking him further. I wanted it, all of it. The stretch, the fullness. He pressed against every wall, claiming a place no one else had ever touched. It still ached a little, but it was right. It was becoming.
Finally, he bottomed out with a shudder and a gasp, hips pressed flush to mine, his breath becoming a groan. He was as deep as one person could be inside another. I felt him in my abdomen. In the hollow behind my ribs. In the chambers of my chest.
He stilled. “That’s all of me. How are you doing?”
“Wow. I can’t put it into words. It’s . . . it’s never been like this. I love getting to have this moment with you. I love being this close to you.”
The love Oliver had previously confessed shone all over his face, right there in that soft smile, that sparkle in his eyes. And damn if it didn’t rearrange my insides.
There are these pivot points in life, moments that just tackle you out of nowhere and change your whole damn trajectory.
I’ve had two. Both kicked off with somebody getting hurt.
My sister, the one I couldn’t save. And Oliver, the one I did.
Kinda wild, the symmetry of it. Felt almost intentional.
If I were the type to believe in signs or fate or whatever’s running the universe’s group chat, I’d swear my sister had something to do with it.
Just in case she did, I sent a quiet thank you her way.
“Same. This is where I belong. Right here. With you,” Oliver said.
We stayed that way for a moment, our breaths mingling, his forehead against mine, his cock deep inside me before at last I said, “You can move, angel.”
He exhaled like I’d been holding him captive and he’d finally been pardoned. He rocked into me, slow and tentative, his movements fluid and hypnotic.
My brain went poof. Just gone. Thoughts left me. Full sentences lost. Instinct and desire ran the show. I canted my hips up into him, chasing more.
In response, his motions changed. He withdrew before pushing back in. I felt every millimeter of him entering me, the friction of his skin against my inner walls. It sent fresh shivers down my spine.
He pulled out again, further this time, snapping his hips forward and angling so he hit the spot that made everything sparkle.
“Jesus Christ, Ollie,” I said around a broken moan.
“Too much?” he asked, halting his movement, the muscles in his arms tense where they were braced beside me.
“No, it was Goldilocks. So fucking right. Do that again.”
A devilish smile broke across his face, giving him an air of naughty confidence and sexual dominance. Hot diggity, I liked that look on him. Oliver was temptation and I would let him sin me into damnation.
With each plunge the sparkly feeling grew and coalesced.
“Harder,” I gasped, not recognizing the wrecked huskiness of my own voice.
His thrusts grew more determined, each one punctuated by the sound of skin hitting skin, the rhythm growing faster, the force mounting until his hips were driving into me with unrestrained abandon.
“How’s that, handsome? Is this what you need?”
“Ollie,” I groaned in response, unable to say more.
Each thrust drove the air from my lungs and lit me from the inside out. My orgasm closed in on me. I was going to cum from being fucked by him. Fucked open, fucked full. I was completely and utterly swept away by a current I had no intention of fighting. It could drag me out to sea for all I cared.
I managed to gain enough sense to ask, “What can I do? What I can do to make it better for you?”
“You’re going to cum again. You’re going to cum on my cock, clenching around me so tight and so perfect with that gorgeous look of ecstasy on your face, and I’m going to follow right alongside you.”
“Who would have thought you had such a mouth on you?”
“I think we both know about the things I can do with my mouth. It is after all very competent,” he teased.
“I’m never going to live that one down am I?” I asked with a groan.
“Not a chance.”
“Guess it could be worse,” I said with a grin. “Besides, it’s truer now than when I first said it, now that I’ve had a full demonstration of what that mouth can do. And right now, I want it on mine. Kiss me, Oliver. I wanna finish with your mouth on me.”
“Your command is my wish,” he whispered as his lips descended upon mine. Score! I even had him using my phrasing. If that wasn’t the pinnacle of closeness right there.
Oliver’s hand closed around my cock in a firm grip. That became the final straw of my restraint. My orgasm rolled through me, waves upon waves, way more intense than I expected, given I had already cum once.
“Fuck, Luke,” Oliver groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight, squeezing me so hard.”
He thrust deep, one last time, succumbing to his own pleasure. He tensed, seized, then collapsed on top of me.
I drifted back to earth in slow motion, like a space capsule reentering the atmosphere.
“I’m going to pull out now,” Oliver murmured. “I’ll go slow, but there might be some discomfort.”
I hummed in response, hoping it translated to, “Yes, fine, proceed, my higher brain functioning is temporarily offline.”
With my rim sore and overused, I winced when he withdrew, but he soothed me through it.
“Sorry,” he murmured. “I know that part’s not fun.”
“If that’s the price of admission, I’d happily pay it again.”
Oliver kissed my temple. “Be right back,” he murmured. He left the bed to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. When he returned, he carried a warm, damp washcloth to wipe me down. “So, was it good for you? I mean, not just the mechanics, but was it your kind of right?” he asked.
Nobody had ever asked me that. At best, partners checked to make sure I’d cum.
As if that was the be all and end all of good sex.
But Oliver wanted to know if the whole experience had felt right for me.
If it hit my ace-coded, demi-leaning brain the way it needed to.
And holy flippin’ pancakes, that was a full-body tenderness hit.
Like muscles-melting, heart-doing-parkour level of wow.
It meant everything that right after such a powerful, intimate moment, that’s what he cared about.
“Yeah, Ollie, very Luke-language approved and so much more. What just happened between us was earth-shattering. Soul-shaking. Universe-expanding. That was the kind of sex that makes you call your mom the next morning to pencil in a ‘meet-the-boyfriend’ dinner.”
“Hold up. Meet the parents?”
“I mean, I’d like you to meet them. I’ve already mentioned you to them.
Not as my boyfriend, but you’ve come up in conversation a lot.
I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already guessed there’s something deeper than friendship between us.
So yeah, it wouldn’t be weird if I invited you over.
But if it’s too much or too soon, we can pretend I didn’t say any of that and blame it on post-orgasm brain soup. ”
“I would love to meet them.”
“Does that mean I can call them tomorrow to find a day that works?”
“Yes.”