Chapter 13 #2
The press of his hot skin on mine sends a pulse of need through me, but it’s quickly followed by a brief rush of fear. He’s way bigger than my plug, and it took me weeks to get used to it. How am I supposed to take all of him without being ripped in half?
I don’t know if he senses the change in my thoughts or if he just has great timing, but he shifts so his dick is nestled in my crease, and the sensation of his shaft against my hole makes me whimper as more of that overwhelming need washes over me and chases away my fears.
I want this, and I’ve wanted this for years. I didn’t foresee this being how I took my first dick, but whatever. Carpe diem and all that jazz.
He drags his dick through my crease, helping me break free from my thoughts before they can fully take hold.
The touch is soft and teasing, but it isn’t enough.
“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking for but needing more.
Something shifts in him, the energy around us changing, as he grips my ass in two hands and lets out a feral growl.
Holy shit. I’ve never heard anyone make a sound like that before, and my entire body clenches as he splits my cheeks apart with his strong hands and drops to his knees behind me.
The first touch of his tongue on my balls sends a pulse of need through me so strong I jerk like I’ve been electrocuted, and my eyes roll back as he drags his tongue up my crease and gently laps at my hole.
Holy goddamn crap. I knew being rimmed felt good, thanks to countless hours of watching porn, but I had no idea it could feel this good.
“Oh god!” I fist my hands in my sheets so I don’t topple over and face-plant like a moron as he eats me out like a man possessed.
Just when I think I’m about to go crazy from how good it feels, he drags his tongue down my taint and sucks the head of my dick into his mouth. I bite my lip so I don’t start begging for more when he gently swirls his tongue around the broad head of my dick in teasing circles.
“Holy fuck.” I squeeze my eyes closed as waves of pleasure wash over me, and it takes everything in me to not beg for more.
He pops off my dick and chuckles, but instead of leaving me hanging and desperate, he tongues my balls a few times, then swallows my length until I’m pressing down his throat.
The wet heat of his mouth is so intense I can already feel the start of my orgasm gathering low in my body, and I’m nearly delirious from need as he moves over me in quick, rhythmic glides.
I’ve never been in this position for any kind of sex act before, and the vulnerability from being so exposed actually adds to my pleasure instead of distracting me, allowing me to sink into the moment as he worships my dick like he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Just when I’m about to tell him to stop so I don’t come, he abruptly pulls off me.
The little kisses he drops on the backs of my thighs are unexpected, and I’m not sure what to do with the warmth that suddenly floods my system from the sweetness of the move as he gets to his feet behind me.
Nothing about what’s happening between us is anything like how I thought things would go down when I saw him standing in my closet like a dark romance antihero.
I assumed he’d mess with my head a bit, get me to beg for his dick or some other humiliation ritual, then bend me over and fuck me like I’m nothing more than a sex toy.
I figured it would be rough and hard and not that great for me since I literally gave him blanket consent to do whatever he wants, but he’s taking the time to prep and tease me. He also seems to be enjoying it, and it doesn’t feel like he’s just doing it as some sort of lip service.
The sound of plastic tearing drags me out of my musings, and I instinctively look over my shoulder. Is that a condom?
I’m not prepared for what seeing him like that does to my nervous system, and it’s like my body glitches out for a few seconds.
He looks incredible behind me. The contrast of him still being fully clothed while I’m naked is beyond hot, but it’s the mask hiding his features and the shadows created by his hood that bring everything up to the next level.
Not knowing who he is should freak me the fuck out, but that’s actually what makes it easier to give in like this.
I have no idea who he is, so I can just sink into the moment and enjoy what’s happening instead of getting trapped in a loop of worrying about what he’s thinking or obsessing over how I look and his perception of me.
It’s freeing and weirdly empowering, and while I’m sure I’ll overthink everything after this, that’s a later problem.
I’m so enthralled by the picture he makes standing behind me that it takes a second to notice the small, rectangular packet he’s holding. It finally clicks that it’s a packet of lube when he pours some onto his fingers and rubs them together.
Nerves and fear flood my system, and I hastily look at the mattress in front of me again.
He lightly rubs soothing circles against my ass cheek with one hand and presses a slippery finger against my hole.
I force myself to breathe out, and he increases the pressure on my hole until the tip of his finger slips inside me.
“Fuck,” I mutter and clench instinctively.
This happens when I use my plug too, and it usually takes my body a moment to realize I want this and not fight the intrusion.
He switches to tracing those soothing circles over my back and pushes his finger all the way inside me in a single pass.
The stretch and burn aren’t bad, but it still takes me a few seconds to unclench and relax enough for him to start moving without having to fight my body’s natural reaction.
“There you go,” he says in that sexy purr from before. “You’re doing good.”
His praise and the care he’s taking help me let go of the rest of my nerves, and my body finally goes lax.
“That’s it,” he praises and thrusts his finger inside me. The drag of his digit over my prostate makes my entire body light up like a neon sign.
Usually my prostate isn’t this sensitive, and it’s not the magic orgasm button some people claim it is—not for me, at least. But I’m so turned on it’s like my entire body is one big exposed nerve, and I know it won’t take much to make me come.
Unable to stop myself, I push back against his hand, silently begging for more.
He huffs out a soft laugh and works a second finger inside me, still tracing those soothing circles over my back, my ass, and even my thighs, until I relax around him again.
The stretch and burn return when he works a third finger inside me, but at this point, I’m so deep in my pleasure that even the stings of pain feel good.
“Flip over,” he says, his firm command breaking the silence of my room as he pulls his fingers out of me.
I hesitate. Flip over?
“On your back.” He taps my hip.
Slowly, and with as much coordination as a baby deer walking on ice for the first time, I flip onto my back.
I thought seeing him standing behind me was hot, but it has nothing on how he looks looming over me.
The void of darkness where his face should be is disorienting, but it’s also the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I forget to breathe when he rests his hands on my knees and pushes my legs apart, spreading my thighs as wide as they can go. Then he grips me by the waist and yanks me down the bed.
“Eek!” I squeal at the show of strength as he settles me so my ass is hanging off the edge.
I can’t be sure since he’s still wearing his clothes, but I don’t think he’s that much bigger than me.
He’s taller, but only by an inch or two, and while it looks like he has broader shoulders, I don’t think our body types are all that different, and the fact that he can so easily manhandle me is impressive as fuck.
I assume he’s either going lube himself up or just shove his dick in me, but he leans over me, blanketing me with his body as he presses me into the mattress.
The sensation of having him over me like this brings me right back to the night of the Hunt, and a sense of familiarity wraps around me. He feels the same.
“Close your eyes,” he says softly.
I obey without thinking, and I have no idea what I’m expecting him to do, but the soft press of his lips against mine isn’t it.
I gasp under his kiss, and I’m so shocked that he wants to kiss me that I just kind of lie there like a stunned starfish.
He pulls back, and the soft rumble of his laugh doesn’t raise my hackles or defenses like it would if anyone else laughed at me while we were in bed together.
I don’t understand how I know, but I can feel that he’s not making fun of me or laughing at me, and that helps me relax before I can get caught up in another spiral of self-doubt.
“Why?”
“Why did I kiss you?”
I nod, still not opening my eyes.
I have no idea if he pulled his mask back down after kissing me or if I could see exactly who he is if I looked, but I don’t want to.
Knowing who he is will make this real, and I don’t want it to be real. I don’t want to spend the rest of the year, and possibly next year, avoiding one of my frat brothers because I can’t face him after he saw me come undone this way.
It’s fucked up, and I’m going to need so much therapy to even begin to unpack and understand why I’m into this, but the only reason I can let go and enjoy having one of my fantasies come true like this is because I don’t know who he is.
“I’m not going to fuck you without kissing you.” His gentle voice breaks me free from another impending spiral. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“But…”
He shifts over me. “Open your eyes, West.”
I blink them open, and my relief when I see he’s pulled his mask down only reinforces how fucked up I am, but I can’t bring myself to care about any of that.
He’s so close I can see more of his eyes now, but between his hood and the dim lighting in the room, the only details I can make out are that they’re a light color, like blue or maybe green, and that his eyebrow game is on point.