Chapter 28 #2
He lifts his head just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze fierce, reassuring.
Like he's saying we can handle this, whatever this is, as long as we're together.
He shoves my pajama pants down along with my underwear, freeing my erection to the cool air.
I kick them off, legs spreading instinctively as he settles between them, his own arousal evident, hard against my thigh through his thin pants.
I reach for him, tugging at his waistband but he catches my wrist and pins it above my head with one hand, his grip tight but not painful. He holds me there as he grinds his hips down, cock rubbing against mine through the fabric, the pressure building fast.
My free hand fists the sheets, body straining toward him, and he leans in close, breath hot on my ear.
“I've got you,” he murmurs, voice gravelly, before releasing my wrist to strip off his pants. His cock springs free, thick and ready, veins standing out as he strokes himself once, eyes never leaving mine.
The sight of him like that, so focused, so present eases the knot in my chest a little more, his body promising stability amid the chaos in my head.
He grabs the lube from the nightstand, slicks his fingers generously and presses one against my entrance, circling slowly at first, then pushing in with steady pressure.
I tense then relax into it, the stretch burning just right as he works me open, his other hand stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, keeping me on edge.
“Breathe,” he says, adding a second finger, scissoring them inside me, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl and a moan rip from my throat.
I inhale his scent, feeling the way his body covers mine protectively, his free arm braced beside my head, muscles flexing with each movement. Anxiety flickers but his touch drowns it out, rough fingers curling deeper, preparing me, showing me he knows exactly what I need to feel secure.
When he's satisfied he withdraws his fingers, lines up his cock, and positions the head at my entrance.
I feel the pressure there, and a sudden wave of nerves hits me; this is my first time bottoming.
The unknown stretch makes my muscles clench instinctively, my breath catching in my throat as doubt flickers through my mind.
What if it hurts too much? What if I can't handle him?
Stellan pauses, his eyes searching mine in the dim light, reading the tension in my face, the way my body tenses under him. He cups my cheek with one hand, thumb stroking gently, his voice low and steady.
“Relax, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Take me inside of you. I've got you; just breathe and let me in.”
His words wash over me, easing the knot in my stomach and I nod, exhaling slowly, willing my body to open up for him.
He pushes in slow at first, the head breaching me with a sharp burn that makes me gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders tight, nails digging into his skin.
The sensation borders on too much, a stretch I've never felt before but he stops, holding still, his free hand sliding down to rub circles on my hip.
“That's it, baby,” he whispers, breath hot against my ear. “You're doing so well. Just a little more.”
I focus on his voice, on the solid weight of him above me.
Gradually the burn eases into a deep fullness as he sinks deeper, inch by inch, filling me completely.
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer despite the pain, and he groans.
Then his hips snap forward the last bit until he's buried to the hilt, our bodies locked together.
He stills for a moment, forehead resting against mine, breaths mingling, and I feel his heartbeat thundering, matching my own.
The initial nerves fade under his patient touch, replaced by a growing heat that builds as he waits for me to adjust.
He starts moving, thrusting deep then pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. Each drive sends jolts of pleasure through me now, the earlier discomfort giving way to need, my body responding to his.
I meet each thrust, hips rising to take him harder, my hands roaming his back. He shifts his angle, pounding into that spot inside me relentlessly, and stars burst behind my eyelids when I close them.
“Look at me,” he demands, voice strained and I do, seeing the determination in his eyes, the way he holds my gaze while he fucks me.
Sweat drips from his brow onto my chest, mixing with mine and I reach up to cup his face. My thumb brushes his jaw as he leans into it, thrusts never faltering, building faster now, more urgent.
The pressure builds, my cock trapped between us, sliding against his stomach with every drive, pre-cum smearing sticky between our skin. I clench around him, drawing a curse from his lips and he grabs my hips, lifting them slightly to hit deeper.
My breaths come in pants, moans spilling freely now, and he captures my mouth in a messy kiss.
Our tongues tangle as he drives into me, his free hand wrapping around my cock, stroking fast and hard.
The dual sensation tips me over, orgasm crashing through me, cum spilling hot over his fist and our stomachs as I cry out his name, body shuddering beneath him.
He follows seconds later, thrusts erratic as he buries himself deep one last time, groaning into my neck as he comes, filling me with warmth that pulses inside.
We stay like that, locked together, his weight a comforting blanket as our breaths slow, hearts pounding in sync.
He doesn't pull out right away, just shifts to hold me closer.
His lips press soft kisses to my temple, my shoulder, his body still communicating the reassurance, the promise that we're okay, that we can do this.
I wrap my arms around him, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. The panic that followed me home from the park fades to a dull echo.