Chapter Twelve #5
Moving his finger in circles until I was well adjusted to the sensation and used to having his finger on my most private spot, Caden pulled his head back and looked at me. “Ready?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking me, but I could surmise. He didn’t have his condom on and he wasn’t so cruel as to try breaking me in with that ten-inch thing. So, when I nodded, I was prepared for it.
“Ow, fu-ack.” Caden’s finger entered me smoothly, but my hole tightened around it so hard that he had to stop.
“Easy,” he whispered. The thumb of his other hand was softly rubbing my hole, soothing me.
It was hard to describe what it felt like.
It was not painful. It was the furthest thing from pain that I could imagine.
But the surprise involved triggered a reaction in my body that made it impossible for me to stay relaxed.
It was the novelty of having something enter me like that.
Earlier, it had been my own finger. I had total control over it.
Now, it was Caden, with his ideas and ambitions, his experiences and wants.
But the trust returned to me as swiftly as it had gone away. In this one thing, I could trust Caden. He had needed a lot of persuasion to even do this with me. “Go on,” I said, only then realizing how clenched my jaw was.
Caden was gentle when he pulled his finger back, almost all the way out.
That alone made my toes curl, but when he slid it deeper in again, I moaned through my open throat.
Air flowed in and out of my lungs, my voice mixing with it, cracking, dragging.
Caden’s finger was slender and wet, probing me smoothly at a steady pace.
Only when I felt his knuckles between my cheeks did I realize he’d pushed it all the way in.
But an instant later, an explosion of warmth and giddiness thundered through me. “F-fuck, do that again,” I whispered.
He cocked one side of his lips as if I was missing something obvious.
I didn’t have time to think about it because he did the thing he’d done before and my body embraced it.
It was like a drug. It did all sorts of things to me; things that clashed and contradicted.
It strung me tight with tension, but it also made me serene.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “That feels good.”
A low chuckle escaped Caden. He was sliding his finger in and out more freely, each time reaching the place where my joy was at its highest. “Just wait until I do it with my cock.”
I shuddered with anticipation. At first, I thought it was fear, but I realized how badly I wanted it when he pushed his finger in again and made me want more.
I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted him to fill me with that thick cock even if it sent tears to my eyes.
I wanted to feel him in my mouth, too, and gag on it.
I wanted to worship him just the same as he had worshiped me.
“Wanna do more?” he asked softly.
Like I could say no to him now. “Fuck yeah.”
Caden aimed, then spat on my hole. It made my heart jump in my chest. I felt my pulse in my neck when his hot spit landed on my hole and his middle finger entered me. With two fingers, Caden turned his wrist clockwise and counterclockwise, probing me and stretching me bit by bit.
My toes curled harder with each thrust of his hand.
And with every movement of his hand, I felt my body accepting this change in roles.
It made me so alert to all my other senses.
I could feel the wetness on my taint and the softness of the pillows under my head.
I could smell the faintest trace of sweat on us both and my precum pooling in my belly button.
I didn’t even realize it immediately, but I found my hands traveling along my legs, feeling myself in ways I’d never done before.
I was in tune with every spark of sensation around me.
He was slow and deliberate, his fingers turning this way and that, his wrist jerking back and forth and left and right.
And when I whispered a plea to give me more, he obliged.
His ring finger entered me and I almost breathed with relief at how easy it was, but then he pushed them deeper. The pain was just a flash, gone before I was even aware, but I could still feel myself being stretched wider.
When I grabbed his wrist abruptly, I thought I was about to move his hand away. But that sliver of pain melted away and I desperately wanted more. Holding his wrist, I met his gaze, bared my teeth, and jerked his hand closer, stuffing myself with his finger until I cried out.
Caden took the reins again as I released his wrist. He matched that same intensity, then added a little quirky twist to his wrist. He rammed me with his hand, pushing air out of my lungs and making my eyes roll back.
I rubbed the back of my head against the pillow, moaning and whimpering as ghosts of pain drowned beneath the crashing waves of pleasure.
I flailed my right arm towards the nightstand and Caden pulled his fingers out of me as if I’d been trying to escape. He quickly realized I was trying to reach the bag with my cosmetics and let his lips stretch into a half-smile. “What do you need?”
“Condoms,” I whispered, then cleared my throat and spoke in a manlier voice. “I want you to fuck me, Jones.” The words sounded like they belonged to someone else, but they echoed every desire I could feel.
He nodded, then moved off the bed. “Stay like that. I want to look at you.”
For an instant, I forgot how to inhale. Would we lock eyes while he fucked me? Would I gaze at that emerald stare of calm hatred and low-simmering attraction? Nothing would turn me on more than that.
Caden found what he needed in his backpack, slipped the condom on as he returned to the bed, and squeezed a generous amount of lube on his fingers.
He stroked himself for a time as he knelt between my spread legs.
Only now, when he was holding himself with his hand for comparison, did I see just how big he was.
For years, he’d always struck me as a quiet, shy person…
well, when he wasn’t arguing with me. Had I been inclined to imagine it, I would have marked him as slightly above average simply because I’d seen him stroll through the locker room.
But here, at full mast, with thick and heavy balls and not a single hair on his body, he was like some erotic deity.
“If you want, you can bite the pillow,” he said in a low purr.
Shivers ran down my spine. I felt his words in my stomach. I felt them in my groin.
He dragged his hands over my thighs, then pushed my knees back to my shoulders. I quickly wrapped my arms around my legs, my ass thrust out and set on the pillow he’d given me.
We looked at one another. His straight nose made me think of the statue of David from history textbooks. His muscles bunched as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. The tip of his dick touched my hole and rubbed almost idly. “If you need me to stop, just say it and I’ll stop.”
I managed to inhale and hold it together. “I need you to fuck me,” I murmured, never taking my eyes off his face. His cheekbones were so ridiculously high and I couldn’t believe I’d never noticed that before. Or that small dimple in his chin.
The urge to touch his face, arms, and torso shot through me. He was leaning in, one hand on my thigh, the other holding his cock. He towered over me as he added soft pressure against my hole, little by little.
I lifted my right hand to hold him by his bicep and his muscles knotted under my fingertips.
He released a soft sigh as if it was a relief to let down his arms for a night.
Just then, such elation brimmed in me that my body relaxed and accepted him.
The pressure skyrocketed, but the pain was minimal.
By now, I knew to expect a moment of it before I could surrender myself to all the pleasures. They needed to be earned.
Caden sank into me. What felt like the whole ten inches ended up as barely two when he stopped and I looked.
My body was folded, knees pitched on my shoulders, feet in the air, ass lifted and spread for Caden.
When he released his cock, he straightened and gripped my ankles, more to help me keep the balance than anything else, I was sure.
His upper arm was too far for me to hold, so I held both hands on his hips.
In a way, it seemed as intimate a gesture as having our bodies merge into one.
I watched him, my mouth gaping, but no sound left my throat. I managed a few shallow breaths as Caden finished straightening his torso. His cock was barely inside me, pulsing, when Caden pulled his hips a little back.
The pain of first contact made my eyes bulge,and Caden pulled out, exhaling steadily without a trace of disappointment.
Shame threatened to fill me if I failed another time.
He adjusted himself, the slick tip of his cock pressed against the center of my hole and he let saliva fall from his mouth to my taint.
He rubbed it with his length, smearing it against my skin, and pushed on.
I bit my lower lip, swallowing a moan as he stretched me. An inch entered me, making my body want to thrash around in euphoria as much as in search of safety.
But Caden knew what he was doing way better than me.
I simply held my breath and parted my lips, holding his gaze as he swung his hips forward and pushed into me.
Every kind of feeling soared through me instantly.
Elation was the strongest, twisting my toes and making my cock jerk.
Precum beaded on the swollen head of my dick, dragging a silver string to my abs, and I discovered that I was slowly exhaling but couldn’t remember how to inhale again.