34. CHAPTER 34 #3
There’s a prickly sting against my outer thigh as Carey spanks me in a new spot.
“Do it again.”
“You’re not the one in charge,” he growls.
“I’m not trying to be, but I don’t wanna wait any longer. You already gave me so much, now it’s my turn to give to you…”
I don’t know if it’s my words—or if he even knows he does it—but Carey ruts against me.
“…I need you inside me…”
With his hands still on my waist, Carey straightens his arms. His weight is no longer on me, but now he’s pushing my hips into the couch.
“…I’ve been begging for it for weeks…”
He spanks me again.
“…You need to fuck me, already, and… I don’t want you to use a condom.”
“Tek—”
“I’m serious. I’ve used one with every person since…” I look back at Carey who’s now resting back on his haunches. “We suck each other’s dick without a care, so… I don’t want anything between us.”
Carey cocks his head to the side and his lips push into that infuriating smirk I love so much. Then I see his bicep flex and his right arm start to move. I can’t see down that far, but I know he’s pumping his cock. “Spread your ass for me, then.”
Eager to please him, I reach back and grope my swollen ass with both hands.
My fingers dig into my flesh and I get the first sharp stinging stretch of my rim.
I let out a pained grunt at the pure torture of it not being enough to satiate me. So I do it again, my middle fingers digging at either side of my asshole as I pull my cheeks apart.
“Fuck. Good boy,” he breathes out before leaning forward to spit right on my hole because he knows how much I fucking love it.
I feel it drip down my taint to my balls, and when he does it a second time, it’s quickly followed by his fingers swirling it around.
It’s one finger, first. Just the tip. Just enough to test how tight I am.
Then, almost immediately, it’s two.
The bite is delicious. Just how I like it.
Carey moves in closer, and my hands slip away.
He kisses my backside, then spits a third time before forcing his fingers the whole way in.
“Lube,” he says, and I reach out to the opposite side of the couch and beneath the throw cushion to one of the many hidden bottles that litter the house.
He takes out his fingers and drags me backwards until my legs are far enough away from the couch for my semi-hard dick to drop free.
After popping the cap, I feel the cold dribble of lube.
He spreads it generously around, then drops his hand to start pumping my already sticky cock from behind.
I can tell it’s the thumb of his other hand that slips back in. He hooks it, gently tugging at my rim.
“How much more do you want?”
“I’m ready!” I blurt out, and Carey chuckles.
“You’re not the only one eager to start.”
“So fucking do it, then. You haven’t been worried about hurting me so far.”
“Shhh,” he hushes against my lower back, then kisses the whole way up my spine until he’s caging me again.
“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m ready.”
His breath peppers the back of my neck when he smirks. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Carey’s dick bumps against my ass as he takes it in his hand. Then my adrenaline surges as his blunt, raw cockhead presses against me.
I suck in through my teeth.
I feel a more engrossing pressure than I ever have before. Then the sweet, satisfying stretch as he finally pushes in.
As soon as his crown sinks inside me, he pauses. For two seconds he gently rubs my back, then right as I’m about to whine, he spanks me, then rams the whole way in—and I feel every millimeter of it.
This is what I wanted. What I begged him for. But no matter how many fingers he’s fucked me with leading up to this, nothing was ever going to prepare me for just how full I was going to feel with Carey’s entire cock inside me to the hilt.
I cry out in pain because it fucking hurts.
A guttural sound rips from within Carey, too. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I know.”
“Breathe,” he tells me, and I try. But no matter what I do my lungs feel full of nothing.
“Fucking hell, Tek… You need to breathe out, too.” He has to remind me because all the free space in my mind that he just cleared is now filled with cock.
I have to force myself to do it, but when I exhale, Carey slowly drags his hips back only to punch forward again just as brutally as before.
It’s agony and ecstasy, the two braided together so tightly I can’t tell them apart.
Balls deep, Carey pauses to grasp my jaw.
“Look at me,” he orders.
Through the mist, and the hair half covering his face, I can see his lips are curled into a snarl.
For a second I think he’s going to say something cruel, and part of me hopes he does. But instead, he just pulls back and starts actually fucking me.
His rhythm is instantly fast and brutal.
Like the caveman he promised he’d be, he holds me down, his weight heavy as he uses me like a lifeless bundle of flesh. He could do anything to me right now and I’d thank him for it.
“Take it,” he grunts. “Fucking take it.”
I do. I take everything.
My mind goes blank, all the years of loneliness and heartbreak evaporating just like the guilt.
Every thrust punches more out of me.
Every pump of his cock stirs up something primal in my gut.
I can feel the blood pumping and bulging through his veins.
Yes, more, and harder are mingled between wanton moans and whimpers of Carey’s name.
He leans down and kisses me. Messy and open mouthed.
“Mine,” he growls, more possessive than I’ve ever heard him. “Say it.”
I choke out; “Yours.”
“F-fuck.” His rhythm stutters. “Tek… Oppa… Touch yourself,” he rasps against the back of my skull. “Now. I can’t—fuck—I need you to come with me.”
My cock pulses at how good it sounds to hear him beg.
The angle is awkward, but I don’t hesitate.
“That’s it,” he pants when I start pumping. “Don’t stop.”
With Carey still relentlessly driving into me, every thrust shoves me forward into my own fist.
It’s so much.
One sensation layered directly on top of the other until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
Then his dick drags just right and my vision goes white.
“Now,” Carey barks, and my fist tightens.
I slam my hips back to meet him and everything becomes pure animal fury.
His cock pistons into me so hard the couch screams against the floor boards.
“Fuck!” I choke out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Carey curses behind me.
His grip on me is so tight I know I’ll bruise.
My free hand braces the back of the couch.
My battered thighs shake.
My toes dig into the rug.
A cracked and ugly garble shakes up from my chest, but I don’t care. There’s nothing left to care about but me, and Carey, and this very moment.
This is truly where I belong. Beneath him. Completely and utterly his.
I come so hard my whole body locks up as I shake through it; Carey still inside me, taking what he needs until his teeth sink into the back of my shoulder.
He buries himself to the hilt, and stays there.
His whole body shudders as his weight bears down on me.
I feel him pulse inside me.
Once.
Twice.
His breath pounds against my skin.
Three times.
Carey collapses on top of me, his full weight pressing me into the couch.
I love it here. I want to be crushed by him.
Neither of us move.
Neither of us speak.
The only sound is our haggard and uneven breathing as it slowly finds a shared beat.
His cock is still inside me.
Still hard. Still warm.
I can feel his heartbeat against my spine.
I reach behind to stroke his hair, and he nuzzles into my neck. “I don’t want to move.”
“You don’t have to,” I tell him, and I mean it; now, tomorrow, and ten years in the future.