Chapter 16 Damon #3
My cry of protest turns into a gasp when something blunt and hot bumps my ass, leaving a trail of dampness behind as it slides against my skin.
Holy shit. Is he hard again?
“So fucking hot,” he says in that low, rumbling voice, then makes a sound like he’s spitting a moment before his wet finger presses against me again. “So ready and eager for me.”
All I can do is whimper and moan as he teases my hole and draws circles around it with his finger. He doesn’t try to push into me again, and I’m half a second away from begging for some sort of relief when he once again pulls his finger away.
He fumbles behind me for a moment, then there’s the sound of plastic tearing.
Was that a condom?
My body instinctively clenches, but I relax when a slippery finger presses against my hole and keeps pressing until it slips inside me.
I know I should stop this, and that losing my dude v-card in the woods while I’m clinging to a tree with my ass in the air is messed up, but I just bear down so he slips the rest of the way inside me.
He pumps his finger a few times, and my eyes roll back when he drags his digit over my prostate and causes a zing of pleasure to shoot through me.
He must notice my reaction because he chuckles and does it again, this time hitting the spot instead of just lightly teasing it. I try to stifle my cries, but all I can do is bite down on my jacket sleeve as he nails that spot over and over again.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as he slips another finger inside me. “God, you’re such a slut for this,” he says as he opens me up with two fingers. “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”
Abandoning my sleeve, I bite down on the ring in my lip piercing so I don’t do something embarrassing like beg him, but I can’t stop from rocking back against his hand.
A low chuckle fills the air between us, and he grips my hip with his free hand to hold me still.
“So fucking eager,” he says, working a third finger inside me.
He pumps them a few times, giving me a chance to get used to the stretch and burn from the intrusion, then abruptly pulls out of me.
I clench around nothing, my body screaming for release and feeling so damn empty.
There’s the sound of crinkling, then tearing, plastic, and I nearly sob with relief when something hard and blunt pushes against my hole.
I’m so ready for him his cockhead slips inside me with almost no resistance, but the familiar burning and stretching from before comes back as he pushes deeper.
Even three fingers weren’t enough to fully prepare me for his girth, but the pain/pleasure mix helps take the edge off the intrusion as he pushes all the way inside me and bottoms out, his warm thighs pressing against my ass.
His grip on my hips is tight as he stays still for a few beats, but the gentle swipe of his thumbs over my skin helps calm some of my apprehension as my body relaxes around him.
“Fuuuuck,” he says on a low groan. “You feel so damn good. You ready to get fucked?”
I don’t have a chance to answer him before he pulls almost all the way out, then slams back into me so hard the only thing keeping me from sliding on the damp grass is the iron grip he has on my hips.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before mixes with the lingering pain from getting fucked for the first time, and I sag against the tree as he pulls me back to meet his thrusts.
The sounds of our harsh breaths and the slap of skin fills the air, and I’m acutely aware that we’re less than a dozen feet from the edge of the woods and anyone could hear us, or see us, if they were around.
That thought should freak me the fuck out, but it just doesn’t, and I lean against the tree as Xave fucks me like I’m nothing more than a sex toy that was made for his pleasure.
My dick is so hard it hurts, and I know I’m leaking like a motherfucker as my cock bounces in front of me. The occasional scrape of my cockhead against the material of my shirt sends little zings of pleasure through me, but it isn’t enough to give me any sort of relief.
Getting fucked is so much different than the times I’ve used toys on myself, and it isn’t just the different feel between a silicone dick and the real thing, or how I don’t have to do any of the work and can just stand here and take it, that makes it so much better than I ever imagined.
The feel of his strong body behind me, the slap of our skin as he pounds into me, the brush of his hot breaths fanning over the back of my neck, and the tight grip on my hips showing me exactly who’s in charge bring everything up to the next level.
A string of murmured words fills the air between us, but I’m so far gone I can’t really focus on what he’s saying, and all I hear is the steady stream of his voice and the way his tone shifts between soft and encouraging to dark and dirty as he gives me the fucking of a lifetime.
I have no idea how long we stay like that. It could be a few minutes, or it could be half an hour, as time seems to lose all meaning, and the only thing I can focus on is how good everything feels.
I’m brought back to reality when a warm hand wraps around my aching cock, and all it takes is three firm strokes before my body tightens and my orgasm explodes out of me.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I’m barely aware of Xave stiffening behind me. Then he drives his dick so deep inside me it feels like we’re fused together as he comes with a stifled cry.
The sensation of something warm filling me sends me over the edge again, and another, less powerful, orgasm ripples through me as Xave collapses against my back.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters against my neck, and I slowly blink my eyes open.
We stay like that for a few moments, then Xave slowly pulls out of me and steps back.
I wobble on my feet at the loss of his body, and he cradles my hips to help steady me as I get my bearings back.
When I’m able to stand on my own, he lets go, and the chill that washes over me chases away the last of the good feels from my orgasms.
It takes a few fumbling attempts before I’m able to tuck myself away and do up my pants, and when I finally turn around, I’m surprised to see Xave is still behind me.
I figured he’d disappear while I was distracted, and the shadowy outline of his body in the dark woods is weirdly calming as I quickly button up my jacket.
“You good?” he asks, all traces of his sex voice gone, so he sounds like he normally does. The change is a bit jarring, but it doesn’t erase the flicker of something I can’t quite place that moves through my chest at the question.
He could have just left me alone, and I wouldn’t have faulted him for it. But it means a lot that he didn’t, and that he seems to genuinely care if I’m okay.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat when the word comes out a bit choked and hoarse. “I’m good.”
“Did I hurt you?”
My neck flushes hot, and I rake one hand through my hair to push it back from my forehead. “No, that was… You didn’t hurt me,” I finish lamely.
How can I possibly describe what just happened between us? Hotter than it should have been? Better than I could have ever imagined? Life alteringly amazing?
I nearly laugh at myself. Who knew multiple orgasms would make me so hyperbolic?
“Can you find your way back to campus?”
I look around, but it’s so dark I can’t see any sources of light beyond the tiny bits of moonlight filtering through the canopy of trees over us. I know we’re not far into the woods, but I have no idea which way will bring me back to campus.
“Um, no, I don’t think so,” I admit.
“Come on. It’s just this way.”
Keeping his shadowy outline in my sights, I fall into step behind him, and just like I thought, we’ve only walked about a half dozen steps when there’s a break in the trees.
Xave slips out first, and he briefly turns to face me. It’s still too dark to see all of his features, even with his hood down, but the smirk-smile on his full lips is unmistakable.
“See you around,” he says, a hint of his sex voice creeping into his tone.
Instead of walking back toward the front of the buildings, he heads parallel to the forest, staying in the shadows until he disappears from sight.
Shoving my hands in my jacket pockets, I hurry between the buildings and back toward the main part of campus.
I just let Xave fuck me against a tree after scaring the ever-loving crap out of me, and I can’t wait to do it again.
Yeah, I’m not just fucked up, I’m completely and royally fucked.