Chapter 21 #3
“Not yet.” It was hard to relax around the foreign intrusion. “It’s confusing because my body is simultaneously saying, ‘Absolutely not,’ and, ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ I’m having a civil war down there.”
He snickered, but his thumbs drew soothing circles on my thighs. “Take deep breaths. It will pass, I promise.”
I focused on my breathing, willing my muscles to relax. “This is why I never understood the appeal of anal,” I grumbled. “Who voluntarily signs up for this kind of discomfort?”
“Says the guy who’s taking my cock like a champ,” Harley teased, but his eyes were soft with affection.
“A champ who’s questioning his life choices,” I retorted, shifting to test the sensation. “Okay, I think I’m good. You can move again, but slowly, for fuck’s sake.”
Harley nodded, easing forward with painstaking care. “I’m so proud of you, Ryker. Most guys tap out way before this point their first time.”
“Great, so I get a gold star in ass-stretching. Just what I always wanted to put on my résumé.” Despite my sarcasm, I felt a ridiculous surge of pride at his praise.
The fullness was overwhelming, a constant pressure that demanded my attention. Right when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Harley would push in another fraction of an inch, and somehow my body would accommodate him.
A gasp interrupted my next complaint by shifting positions. “Oh!”
“Good ‘oh’ or bad ‘oh’?”
“I’m not sure yet. Different ‘oh.’”
He nodded, maintaining his position as he pushed in a bit more and nailed my body’s factory-installed ecstasy button.
It triggered an avalanche of sensation that buried my self-control under six feet of “Oh, fuck yes.” My back curved like a question mark seeking its exclamation point while my throat produced a sound so shamelessly enthusiastic that I briefly considered suffocating myself with a pillow just to escape the smirk now plastered across his face.
“Holy shit!” I gasped, my eyes flying wide open. “What the fuck was that?”
Harley’s smile was downright triumphant. “That, my dear Ryker, is what makes this whole endeavor worthwhile.”
“Do it again,” I demanded, my previous discomfort momentarily forgotten.
He obliged, angling his hips to hit that same spot. The pleasure was even more intense the second time, making my toes curl and my cock leak precum on my stomach.
“Now, you’re getting it.”
“Wait, there’s more?” I asked incredulously when he continued his relentless penetration. “How is that physically possible? Where is it even going? My stomach?”
His smug grin was well earned. “Almost.”
“That’s not sexy, that’s terrifying.” My body seemed to disagree as it clenched around him. “You’re so deep, I swear I can taste you in my throat.”
“You’re such a drama queen,” Harley laughed, though the sound was strained.
“Not to be the obnoxious kid in the back seat on a road trip, but are we almost there yet?”
“We’re getting there,” Harley promised.
When he moved again, a sharp pain made me tense. “Ow, fuck!”
Harley stopped with concern. “Shit, sorry. I’ll pull out.”
I locked my legs behind his ass to stop him. “Don’t you dare.” I took a few deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside. “I didn’t go through all that to quit now.”
“Whatever you need. We’ll work with what you can take. No need to push it.”
“Is this the part where it gets good? Because so far, it’s been a lot of ‘ouch’ with rare moments of ‘Oh, that might be nice.’”
“We’re getting close.”
“In that case, keep going. When you’re not moving, it feels like having the ghost of last night’s burrito haunting my ass but refusing to cross over to the other side.”
He laughed hard enough that it made me crack up, which went a long way to making the situation less stressful. Once he recovered, he shifted his angle to thrust shallowly.
When I relaxed into the experience, he pushed in farther. My eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?” There’s still more? What are you, part blue whale?”
“I’m making sure you get the full experience, snookums.”
“The full experience might split me in half,” I protested, though my body was eagerly accepting him despite my complaints. “I’m having trust issues with spatial dimensions right now. Every time I think, ‘That’s physically impossible, there can’t be more,’ you prove me wrong.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I’m starting to think your penis is actually a portal to another dimension where the laws of physics don’t apply, and length is merely a suggestion.”
“You’re not far off.” He slid in further, making me gasp at how deep he hit.
I stared at him in disbelief, feeling impossibly full. “Please tell me that’s all of it.”
“That’s it.” His hands caressed me in silent comfort.
“Is it? Because I feel like I’m about to give birth to a bowling ball.
” Every nerve ending focused on where Harley and I were connected.
The stretch was intense, painful, yet somehow not unpleasant.
“I think my soul left my body to make more room for you. It’s currently floating above us, looking down and saying, ‘Good luck with that, buddy.’”
He laughed, his hands stroking my thighs with a gentleness that contrasted the intensity of our connection. “You’re doing amazing. Keep breathing.”
I tried to follow his advice, drawing in deep breaths that made me even more aware of how he filled me. Muscles I didn’t know I had clenched and released as they adjusted.
“This is the weirdest feeling,” I said, shifting and gasping at the resulting sensation. “It’s like you’ve rearranged my internal organs to make room for yourself. Should I be charging you rent?”
“I’d say I’m paying my dues in other ways.” He snickered. “This is why you should never tempt fate by asking, ‘How bad could it be?’ My dick takes the challenge personally.”
I shook from the overwhelming sensation of being so fully stretched out. “This can’t be real,” I whimpered, clenching around his hard length buried in me.
“What you’re experiencing,” Harley explained with scholarly seriousness betrayed only by his twitching lips, “is what the ancient Greeks called, ‘Holy shit, that’s a lot of dick.’ It was considered a religious experience.”
I snorted but couldn’t find the words to speak when it felt like his dick was in my throat.
“I’d apologize, but I’ve spent three years watching you bend over to pick up shit you’ve dropped. Consider this karmic retribution for all the blue balls you’ve given me.”
It drew a laugh from me despite the pain of being so occupied. “I really was too straight to understand what you were offering me.”
Harley affected a tour guide voice. “And if you look to your left, you’ll see the remains of Ryker’s heterosexuality. Please, no flash photography of the exhibit.”
“It’s strange,” I commented, needing to fill the silence with words to distract myself from the overwhelming feeling. “Like being full in a way I didn’t know was possible. Like when you eat too much at Thanksgiving, except the food is alive and pulsing and—never mind, that metaphor got weird fast.”
Luckily, my weirdness entertained him. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
“Incredible at taking dick, apparently,” I said, a hint of genuine pride in my voice. “Who knew that would be my hidden talent?”
“You should list it on your résumé under special skills,” Harley agreed, his hands continuing their gentle exploration of my body, carefully avoiding my most sensitive areas as he gave me time to adjust. “Right next to ‘makes inappropriate jokes during sex’ and ‘looks unfairly gorgeous while being fucked.’”
The compliment made me flush, so I deflected with more humor. “It’s like we’re doing one of those trust exercises where you fall backward and hope someone catches you, except it’s my ass doing the trusting and your dick doing the catching.”
“That’s one way to look at it.” I could see the effort it took for him to remain still, the tension in his muscles as he held back for my sake. “We move when you’re ready, not before.”
“I’m still getting used to having what appears to be a firefighter’s hose taking up residence where the sun doesn’t shine.” I made myself laugh. “I’m ready.”
“You and your size comparisons,” Harley chuckled before turning serious. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, bracing myself for whatever came next. “Yeah. I mean, we can’t stay like this forever. I have classes tomorrow, and it would be awkward trying to explain to my professors why I’m permanently attached to my roommate.”
The slow drag as Harley withdrew made every nerve ending light up like a Christmas tree. I gripped his biceps to ground me. “That’s—that’s—”
“Good?” Harley asked, pausing his movement with concern etched on his features.
“Different. Not bad different. Just holy shit different.”
He continued his careful withdrawal, stopping when only the tip remained inside me. “Still with me?”
The relief of less pressure left a strange sense of emptiness. “Yeah. It’s like my body can’t decide if it’s happy you’re leaving or sad about it.”
“Well, I’m not going far.” He eased in achingly slow but with more confidence than before.
The burn was still there, but my mind was too busy processing overwhelming sensations to care anymore. Then he hit something that ripped a needy moan from me.
“There it is,” Harley declared with satisfaction. “That’s what makes it all worthwhile.”
My back arched from the shot of ecstasy that ricocheted through me. The discomfort was a constant reminder of his enormous size, but it was becoming secondary to my horniness taking hold. “Fuck, this is incredible.”
A switch seemed to flip inside Harley. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“Show me,” I whispered, surprising myself with the request. “Show me how much you want me.”
The sound of my name on his lips, rough with desire, sent a thrill through me. I was making him feel good. The realization was heady, giving me a newfound confidence.
“More,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness. “I can take it.”