Chapter 16 #3
His words invited me more than anything. I planted my hands before my knees and crawled a few inches toward him, looking at him puppy-faced and eager to please him. “What do you want to do to me, Harrison?” I asked, my voice drowned by the beating of my own heart.
Harrison came down to one knee and pinched my spit-wet chin. He lifted my head to face him, then leaned deeper down and licked my chin gently until he reached my mouth, then kissed me deeply. “Fuck,” he whispered against my lips. “You smell like my dick, Taylor.”
“I like it,” I said, suppressing a stupid bolt of shame that wanted to sear right through me.
“I like it, too,” he purred, validating me like nothing and no one ever could. “Get on the bed, on your back,” he said, rising and helping me rise.
I sat on the edge of the bed as the fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, giving off more heat than either of us needed.
Slowly, I lay on my back, my dick rising like a spear, so stiff it wouldn’t rest on my abdomen even for a second. Precum slicked the tip generously, but Harrison only looked at it, not touching me at all.
Finally, when I was in the middle of the bed, Harrison put his hands around my ankles and lifted my legs up.
I bent my knees and let him fold me until my knees were planted firmly against my shoulders, my ass wide open for him.
I held my breath, fearful of his size, but then I realized that he had no intentions to fuck me just yet. He leaned down, his knees spread wide, and put his hands under my knees, gripping my thighs hard as he locked his gaze on mine.
His tongue touched me first, wet warmth shooting through me as the softness and pressure clashed against my conscious mind. His tongue, hard and soft at once, dragged over my hole as Harrison exhaled, breath hot and spilling everywhere over my bare, sensitive skin.
I gave a strangled moan, loud and labored, as the pressure grew incrementally on my hole.
He licked me steadily, dragging his tongue up and moving his lips down my body, kissing me in turns, then pushing his tongue harder against me.
It felt, for one dangerous moment, like he could enter me, fuck me with his tongue alone, before he kissed me wetly again.
“Such a perfect ass,” Harrison whispered, his voice making me vibrate.
I glanced down, my dick so hard it seemed to grow darker, precum dripping down on my stomach, balls hanging up my groin under this angle, and Harrison’s face only half-visible above my taint, his mustache leaving a stinging trail where it touched me, making me want to grab his head and pull him in, deeper, harder, faster.
He slipped a finger next to his tongue, letting go of my left leg. I wrapped my left arm under it to hold my ass up for him, and Harrison gently pressed his tongue and finger against me, testing me, watching me for a reaction.
I didn’t know what I looked like. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware of sweat breaking over me and a moan rising from my tight, strangled throat, but beyond that, my mind had little to do. My body had taken over everything.
Harrison pulled his head back an inch or two, then looked into my eyes. “Are you ready for one finger, baby?”
I nodded. “Yeah.” The word was a whisper, barely that. Then I worked up the strength to say, “Please. God.”
My eyebrows rose high up my brow, and my eyes bulged as I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood—or imagine it, at least. Harrison’s finger pressed hard, but he moved it slowly, breaking into me so easily that it caught me unprepared.
My hole clenched tightly around his finger, and he nodded, whispering, “That’s it. Good boy. Just relax. Breathe.”
I exhaled, and it came out as a groan, dragging slowly out of me. Relaxing a little, I waited for him to move, but he didn’t. He just watched me and nodded. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Fuck, give it to me,” I said, voice choked.
Harrison pushed his finger deeper into me, entering me properly and lifting a corner of his mouth in approval.
“Such a warm hole. So beautiful.” His finger went in easily now, but when he pulled it back, I tensed again, stopping him.
Odd how that was the strange sensation now.
But it wasn’t strange for long. Harrison pushed into me again, making me want to squirm and shake, tingles running up and down my body at every little sensation.
He fingered me firmly now, deliberately, moving in and out of me with growing ease, spitting once or twice on my hole and impaling me a little deeper.
“How’s this?” he asked, finger moving into me at a different angle, reaching somewhere that made me cry out with pleasure. “Good, huh?”
“Fuck,” I grunted, surprised by the sound I’d just made. “That feels so good.”
The pressure was sudden, somewhere deep inside me, and I couldn’t tell where it really was. I only knew that it made my toes curl, made my chest drop when I exhaled, and made my stomach feel hollow and full of butterflies.
“Want more?” he asked, his second finger pressing against me playfully.
“Uh-huh,” I said, the sound cut in two by a sudden breath.
I wasn’t sure if calling it pain was justified, but the feeling was different when Harrison let two of his fingers sink into me. It was less surprising than when he had started, but I could feel my body stretching for him, loosening to take his dick later, and it made my thighs tremble.
Harrison moved with more confidence now, showering me with praises while working me with two strong fingers, all while precum made wet streaks over my abdomen.
Whenever Harrison reached deep into me, touching that spot, I could have sworn I felt precum swelling in me, trickling a little faster. Sweat covered my body in a fine layer, glistening in the faint light, and precum accented it, silver and shiny wherever it fell.
Harrison pulled his fingers out gently, rubbing my hole with both of them and soothing me with words of praise. “Good boy,” he said. “That’s a good boy. Do you want more?”
“Fuck yeah,” I choked. “Please. Harrison, please…”
He reached to the side of the bed and lifted his duffel next to us, already open and with a towel on top. He lifted one side of the towel and revealed his toys. “Do you want to try these, Taylor?”
I dragged my lower lip between my teeth. Deep down, I was desperate for his dick. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted him to come hard and free me of all this tension. But I nodded instead. “I want everything,” I whispered.
Harrison lifted the rubber beads first, then swung them gently between us. “What do you think?” he asked.
They were a good choice, I decided. The first three were small, then the three that followed were only a little bigger, each incrementally more difficult to take, but then there were a few more, each more intimidating than the last. “Perfect,” I said. “Perfect. Give it to me.”
Harrison produced lube from the bag, uncapped it, and poured it generously down the string of beads before leaning down and dragging the smallest one over my hole.
I was tense and tight for a moment again, then relaxed by the sheer power of will. The little bead entered me easily, the second one following just a little harder, making me tense and clench my hole around the empty space between it and the next one.
Harrison made them move gently, the third bead massaging my hole with increasing pressure until it entered me, disappearing in my body.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
I couldn’t believe just how careful he was, how tender, how attentive. And I couldn’t believe that I had the presence of mind to even answer him. “It’s heaven.”
Harrison pushed the fourth bead into me, making me moan once, then the fifth, causing a longer moan to rise from my lips.
My head sank into the mattress, and I gritted my teeth, bracing myself for the sixth bead. It stretched me hard as it pushed into my body, sending a small ripple of pain through me for a few moments, but Harrison soothed it with the next one, rubbing it over my body without any pressure.
By now, I could feel the contact inside of myself, feel it against my prostate, while precum dripped harder again.
“One more?” Harrison offered.
I nodded, no longer able to speak over the knot in my throat. I growled as it entered me, new sweat breaking over my brow as the pain came and went. It hurt less, I realized, as if I was ready for it, so I could take it more easily despite its size.
Slowly, slowly, I began to hear the things my body was trying to tell me.
I understood when to relax, when to breathe, and when to tense my abs and push.
Harrison tugged the beads back, and one by one, they slipped out of me, each making my heart trip and my body flex.
Pulses of tingling and warm pleasure passed through me as Harrison gently inserted the balls into me and pulled them out faster, one after another.
When the last one was out, he tossed the toy aside and leaned down, kissing my taint as a reward, licking it all the way to my balls and dick, then moving further until his tongue went over the tip of my cock and found the pool of precum on my stomach.
He licked it clean, looking at me as he did so.
“I want you,” I whispered. “Want you so bad, Harrison.”
He slipped his thumb over my hole and massaged it gently around the rim. “You sure you can take it?”
I nodded. The fact was, I had no idea. He was as big as the largest of the beads he’d pushed into me, and much longer, but I wanted to try. I wanted to feel him inside my body. That was all that mattered; even if I could go no further than two or three inches, I just wanted him to fuck me.
After holding my gaze for a while longer, waiting for doubt in my expression, he nodded, too. He reached for his duffel again and took out a condom, sliding it down his cock skillfully and pouring lube all over its length.