Chapter 9 #2
The slippery wide pressure of Seth’s cock on my hole was different from fingers, more give but more size, more stretch. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to push back like I’d read about, but my body felt out of control. I panted short breaths.
Seth kissed my shoulder. “Easy, babe. Breathe easy.” He changed position a couple of inches and sank deeper. “Yeah. There.”
“Wait!” That width in my ass felt like it was choking me. I gritted my teeth, overwhelmed and full.
“Sure. Easy, easy.” Without moving his hips, Seth stroked my flank, then slid his hand under me. “Can I touch your cock?”
“I guess. Yeah.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to move like crazy or stay still forever.
He rubbed the stubble of his chin on my neck as he fumbled under me and found my now-soft cock.
“Sorry,” I muttered as he fumbled me into a loose grip.
“Hush. Lots of guys go soft when they’re fucked. Some never get hard with a dick up their ass. I don’t, but I still love it.”
“You bottom?” Seth letting someone top him was difficult to imagine.
He wrapped his fingers around my shaft, massaging more than stroking in that confined space. “Sure thing. Miguel didn’t bottom, ever. Trust issues. I like being fucked, but I like fucking you a whole lot more.” He slid his palm over my cockhead, closing his fingers around me.
I loved that I was giving him something Miguel hadn’t, and the touch of his hand was already bringing back my erection.
I hummed and arched my ass backward. Seth’s cock slipped an inch deeper and felt less impossible.
“Mm.” I did it again, and again, gaining another inch, pleasure building, pain fading.
Seth took my silent plea to go on, and began fucking me slowly, deeper with each thrust. I didn’t have to move anymore.
I wasn’t sure I could. I had no brain, no thoughts, just an ass for him to use.
My body was on fire, anchored deep inside where Seth was fucking me.
He picked up speed, his rhythm forcing my cock into his fist. That new heat ran through me, groin to asshole and back, lighting me up.
The moist squelch and slap of ass and hips and lube echoed with our grunts and gasps.
I moaned, “Fuuuuck!”
Climax shattered over me without warning.
One moment, I was stretched and hot and prickling with need, ass, balls, and dick throbbing as Seth jerked and fucked me.
The next, lightning hit. I groaned and arched, grabbed the sheet with one hand and flailed with the other.
My balls emptied in a lava-flow of cum that turned Seth’s hand job wet and messy.
For moments that felt like hours, I hung suspended in space and time between his cock and his hand, my vision dark, my breath rasping in my own ears, my body on fire.
Then I collapsed flat on the mattress. I didn’t have the air to ask Seth to stop but he must’ve realized. He froze, still huge and hot inside me. “I want to pull out and come all over your ass. Is that okay?”
My grunt came out weak, but Seth took the sound as the yes it was. His withdrawal tugged and stung, a pinprick against the endorphins surging through me. I heard indistinct sounds, the thwap of his hand on his cock, then his harsh gasp and the spatter of liquid up my back and neck.
Seth ground out, “Oh, fuck.” A few more drips hit me. “Fuck. Jesus.” He dropped flat on his back onto the bed beside me.
I rolled my head enough to open one eye. Seth’s curls stuck to his damp forehead and mottled crimson flushed his stubbled cheeks and neck. His chest rose and fell with fast breaths.
After a moment, he turned to look at me. “Sorry, I aimed a little high. I think I got spunk in your hair.”
“Don’t care.” I didn’t want to move an inch. “Was awesome. Thank you.”
Seth reached over and trailed his fingertips over my ass. “Not too sore?”
“I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
“Fair enough. We’ll likely be driving equipment, not riding, at least.”
I giggled, fucked drunk and silly, and let my eyes drift shut. “Don’t mind being ridden.”
Seth’s kiss whispered over my hair. “I’m going to get some towels for your back and that wet spot. I’ll set the alarm to go check on Ebony.”
“Laptop?” I mumbled.
“I’d rather check on her myself. Hard to tell a down cow from a sleeping cow sometimes. You get some sleep.”
Probably, I should’ve offered to do the barn check, but I wasn’t sure I’d recognize a problem if there was one. Plus I was warm and comfy, if sticky, and fucked out. I really didn’t want to move. “You’re the best,” I told Seth, not opening my eyes. “Eleven out of ten, would do that again.”
I felt him freeze beside me, but before I could worry about why, he chuckled and kissed my shoulder. “I’ll put that on my resume. You get some sleep. We have a lot of cows to take care of in the morning.”
The mattress dipped as he got up, then his bare feet padded across the floor.
My ass twinged, telling me I’d need to get out of bed myself and tend to things back there before I could sleep.
Not yet, though. Here, now, in this bed, everything was perfect in my world.
I let myself bask in that illusion for just one more moment.