Chapter 40 Damien #2
He stills under me, hands shaking slightly as they lift to settle on my hips. He looks terrified, turned on, and overwhelmed. “Okay,” he whispers. “But you’ll have to… you’ll have to tell me what to do.”
“I’ll do more than that,” I promise, kissing him again. “I’ll feel every second of it.”
I lean over, pulling open the drawer beside my bed and taking out a bottle of lube. When I turn back, he’s flushed from his neck down to the edge of the jock, lips bitten red, hands trembling where they rest at his sides.
He’s never looked more like mine.
I press the bottle into his hand and kiss his cheek. “Get your fingers slick for me.”
His eyes widen again. “You want me to—?”
“Prep me. I want you to open me up, Babygirl,” I say and watch his fingers clench around the lube. “Start slow. I’ll tell you what feels good. You okay?”
He nods, then nods again like he needs to double down. “Yeah. Just…nervous.”
I lean in and kiss his cheek again. “That’s okay. I trust you.”
That seems to settle him more. He watches me closely as I slip the towel from my waist, roll onto my back, and spread my legs for him. “Come here,” I murmur, and he slips in between my thighs, hesitating a little. “You’re allowed to touch me, Noah.”
He lets out a shaky breath and uncaps the bottle with unsteady fingers. I watch his brows furrow as he coats his fingers in the slick, then looks back at me, one hand braced on my thigh while the other moves between my legs.
His touch is tentative, careful, and so fucking sweet it almost makes me ache. When his fingertip brushes against my taint, I suck in a breath, thighs tensing.
“Too much?” he asks immediately, voice wrecked.
“Not enough,” I rasp. “Press in slowly. You’re doing good. Go deeper.”
The praise makes his cheeks go scarlet, but he moves with more confidence now, working his finger in and out, slow and deep, until I’m panting.
“Wow,” he says, mismatched eyes wide. “You’re sucking me in.”
Jesus.
“Another,” I whisper, gripping the sheets. “Add another finger.”
He adds a second finger with the same hesitance, and I hiss, hips twitching. “Feels so fucking good,” I groan. “Stretch me open, Babygirl—just like that. Get me ready for that pornstar cock.”
His eyes are dark now, pupils blown wide, and his fingers move more smoothly, twisting, and when he crooks them just right, my hips jerk. My breath catches, and I hear myself let out a guttural moan.
Noah freezes instantly “Damien?”
“Right there,” I gasp, gripping the sheets tighter. “Fuck, baby, right there. Keep doing that.”
I feel every drag of skin, every careful curl, and it wrecks me in a way I didn’t expect.
I’ve been with people before. I’ve been touched.
I’ve been opened. But this is different.
This is Noah, all concentration and nerves, and that quiet intensity he gets when he’s doing something that matters to him. It’s making my chest feel too tight.
“There?” he pants, already knowing the answer. “You like that, Mien?”
I swear my vision whites out for a second. “I love it,” I breathe, the words breaking apart.
I lift one hand from the sheets and slide it down my stomach, between us, curling my fingers around his cock through the jock. Even through the fabric, it’s heavy, thick, and straining, and I groan softly when I feel it throb in my hand.
“Noah,” I say breathlessly. “I’m ready.”
He carefully pulls his fingers free, and I whine at the loss even as my body trembles. He looks startled by the sound, then pleased.
“You really want me in you,” he says, almost in awe.
I slide my hand up his arm, over his shoulder, to the back of his neck, and pull him down into a kiss.
“I want you,” I correct him, breathing hard against his lips. “Everything else is just details.”
When he pulls back, his voice is barely audible. “I think I’m ready, too.”
“I know you are,” I say, kissing his jaw. “We got our results, so it’s up to you if you wanna use a condom, baby. I’m fine with either.”
He thinks for a few seconds, then he shakes his head. “N-no. I want to feel you.”
Fuck. Me.
He’s hard, flushed, looking so fucking good above me in that pink lace and silver chain. When he looks back up at me, his confidence isn’t loud, but it’s there, threaded through his nerves. “Tell me what to do next.”
“Come here,” I murmur, spreading my legs wider, heels digging into the mattress again as I reach for him, guiding him between my thighs. “Take off your jock and slick up that fat cock with more lube. Then line yourself up with my hole. I’ll tell you when to push in.”
He does just that before he presses forward carefully, inch by inch, and the stretch burns in the best way, my hands gripping his wrists as I breathe through it.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re—shit—you’re big, Blue.”
“Too much?” he asks, panicked.
“No,” I breathe. “Just—give me a second to adjust. You feel incredible.”
He stills immediately, letting me set the pace. I feel him everywhere, the fullness making my head spin. He’s barely halfway in, and he already looks wrecked—eyes wide, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, that shaky tension in his shoulders that tells me he’s trying so fucking hard to be gentle.
“You okay?” he whispers, voice rough.
I nod, biting my lip, rolling my hips just the slightest bit to adjust. The stretch is intense, a slow burn that coils deep in my spine, but it’s worth every second of it. He’s thick, bigger than me, and it’s a lot, but it’s him, and that alone makes it good.
I breathe through it, savoring the weight of him, the sheer pressure of being filled by someone who’s looking at me like I’m something precious. There’s something addictive about the way he’s holding back for me. I cup the back of his neck, dragging my fingers through the short, damp hair.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” I murmur, brushing my lips against his ear. “You feel so fucking perfect. Don’t be afraid. You can go deeper.”
He shudders, his hands gripping my thighs. “Are you sure?”
I nod, arching my back slightly, opening up more for him. “Yeah. I want all of you.”
He starts with a shallow pull, barely withdrawing before rocking back in, and even that makes my breath hitch. I wrap my legs around his waist, draw him deeper, and the moan that leaves his throat is pure fucking filth.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
I can feel the way he pulses inside me—his cock thick and eager and still searching for rhythm—and I don’t care that it’s messy. I don’t care that it’s his first time and he probably won’t last. Because it’s him—it’s my Blue. And the look on his face when I clench around him is fucking everything.
He moans low, bitten-off and surprised. “Jesus, Mien…”
My name falls from his lips in a whisper, and his eyes flutter shut for a second and then snap open again. He pulls back to look down between us, his eyes immediately catching where our bodies are joined, the slide of his cock dragging out of me and then sinking back in, slick and deep.
“You like seeing it, don’t you? You like watching your cock slide into me.”
He nods slowly, flushed to his ears, and for a moment, he’s speechless—entranced by the sight, completely undone by the way my body wraps around him.
“Tell me what you see, Babygirl. Tell me how it makes you feel.”
He hesitates, but I give him a look—come on, brave boy—and his throat works around a swallow before he speaks.
“You’re so… open. I didn’t think—I didn’t think it would look like that.
You feel so good around me. So tight and just—god, just sucking me in…
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever—” He cuts himself off with a groan when I deliberately clench around him.
I reach up, my hand sliding to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss me again.
It’s messy, our teeth knocking slightly, breath hitching between kisses.
I can feel the way his hips stutter as I move beneath him, can hear the wet slap of skin on skin, and the sound of both our breathless, desperate noises tangled together.
“Don’t fuck me like you’re scared—use me, baby.”
Noah moans into my mouth and starts to thrust harder, faster, every movement more confident than the last. His hands slide under my thighs, lifting them, pushing them back slightly so he can get deeper, and I gasp—fuck, I didn’t expect him to go there so soon, but he does.
“Oh my god—” I break off, back arching. “Yes! Yes, that’s it.”
He snaps his hips harder, sharper, like the words flipped something in him. His rhythm goes a little wild, but his grip tightens, and his focus locks in. No more hesitation. No more sweet nerves or careful pace. Just Noah pounding into me, chasing the high with no shame now.
“You’re so tight, Mien,” he whispers, wrecked and filthy. “You’re my little cockslut, aren’t you?”
I blink, the word slamming into me like a brick to the chest. “Noah—”
“My. Needy. Cockslut,” he punctuates every word with a hard thrust and it nearly makes me black the fuck out. “I want to fuck you until you cry,” he says with a wicked look in his eyes. “Want to make you beg for me.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I’m here for it.
Noah starts fucking me faster, the sound of our bodies meeting loud in the room, wet and obscene and so fucking good I could cry.
His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me steady, and his face is wild now—flushed and shining, curls sticking to his forehead, his bottom lip bitten red, and his eyes locked on mine.
“You’re mine,” he pants, gripping my hips as he starts rambling. “You feel so good around me. Can’t believe this is real. Can’t believe you’re mine.”
My cock twitches, and I don’t even touch myself—I don’t need to. The way he’s slamming into me, the way his voice keeps dropping and breaking with every word—it’s pushing me higher than I’ve ever been.
“You’re gonna come soon,” I whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I can feel it. You’re close, aren’t you?”
He nods quickly, eyes glassy. “I don’t wanna stop. I don’t—I don’t wanna come yet.”