Chapter 18 #2
His eyebrow arches as he ignores me, moving his fingers in and out of my ass as he starts to stretch the hole. The pleasure is there, but it’s not enough and I need more, especially if he’s going to move this fast. The throbbing in my cock is more than I can bear and I need release,
“Lorien, please. I need more. It’s killing me. My cock’s killing me. Please.”
“You’re going to let me fuck you, aren’t you, pretty boy?”
“God yes,” I whimper. “Please fuck me.”
He nods and I move my hand to my cock, deliberately, giving him the opportunity to stop me. He doesn’t, and when I start to pump my cock, he slides another finger into my ass and my back arches in response.
“Play harder. It’ll help.”
I tighten my grip and fist my cock harder, watching him watch me.
My arousal’s still building and my breathing quickens as he adjusts his weight, moving his hard, thick cock closer to me.
His dick drips with precum and he coats himself, making his shaft even more spectacular and imposing as he lines up with me.
“You tell me if it hurts, baby.”
I take a sharp breath and he pushes into me.
This time, Lorien isn’t going slowly and he doesn’t want to stop. His cock pushes into me in one firm, controlled thrust and it leaves me panting, overwhelmed by the feeling of him in my ass.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy. Such a good, good boy for me.”
I nod frantically, stroking myself to ease the burn.
“I’m going to move, Jude.” Lorien starts to thrust and his cock slides slowly but forcefully in and out of my ass. “And in a moment, I’m going to take it all the way out and slam back into you.”
His arms hold my legs apart as his hands move to my waist, leaving me utterly exposed.
Lorien’s careful and controlled, but he isn’t making this easy, and I’m not sure I want him to, especially not when it feels this good.
His cock feels so damn right inside me, and I’m losing myself again, wanting nothing more than the pleasure he’s giving me.
I groan as his cock pulls out of me and cry out as he slams back into me. Lorien grunts and does it again, leaving me reeling and clawing underneath him, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, between madness and perfection.
My hand releases my cock and I grip the sheets beneath me, holding on for sheer damn life as Lorien thrusts harder, his cock starting to pound my ass as his rhythm quickens.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Your ass is so fucking tight.”
“Your cock is so fucking hard,” I rasp back.
He smirks. “And you’re going to take it like a fucking good boy, yeah?”
I nod and Lorien abandons all inhibition, moving freely as his cock fucks my ass, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. His breathing turns ragged, his eyes darken, and he’s on the verge of oblivion, holding back as he drags this out, making us both wait for release.
I want to come. I need to come, and his hand grips my cock, squeezing the base as he holds me back.
“You’re going to take it, Jude.”
I whimper, and his pace quickens again, and I lose all control.
Any pretense I have left obliterates as Lorien takes over, taking charge of me, my body and my pleasure.
I surrender, giving in as his cock pounds into me and his hand holds my dick, denying me the orgasm I want until he’s ready. Until he decides I’ve earned it.
“Please,” I whimper.
“You’ll wait.”
I feel his cock swell and his rhythm turns deranged as he chases his high, ignoring my pleas as I writhe beneath him.
I’m so agonizingly close, so desperate to come, and when he finally releases my dick from the stranglehold he’s had it under, the pleasure is more than I can withstand.
My orgasm breaks and I scream out, crying as he crashes into me and I come hard, spraying ropes of come between us.
Lorien throws his head back and roars his release, grabbing my shoulder as he thrusts deep into my ass. His head drops and his thrusts slow as he pumps every last drop into me and then collapses on top of me, basking in his climax.
“Don’t fucking move,” he pants, reaching for the bedside cabinet.
I groan, lost in the pleasure sweeping over me and the warmth threatening to carry me away. My mouth presses kisses over his chest as he moves over me, and I gasp when he withdraws, missing the fullness inside me.
And then I gasp again as something else pushes into my ass, its coldness rousing me from my daze. Lorien laughs a little as he rolls over and wraps his arms around me, pressing our chests together.
“We don’t want to waste any come, baby,” he whispers. “That plug keeps it where it should be, and it’ll keep your ass ready for my cock.”
Lorien kisses me and his hands thread through my hair, as he anchors me to him, his lips lingering against mine with a promise that could never be spoken.
His fingers trace the curve of my spine, each touch a vow, each one silent yet more powerful than words.
I close my eyes and hear my heart sync with his, certain that I don’t just want his touch, but all the trust and intimacy that stretches far beyond mere desire.
It’s a connection forged of need and want, a longing that will never fade, and a quiet understanding that everything between us is unfolding into something far deeper than I ever imagined.