Chapter 8
North’s eyes fly open. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing the honey. He stares down at me. My finger is still inside him. My lips are brushing against his cock. I can feel his pulse hammering against my tongue.
“Say that again,” he says.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Jesus, Gav.” He pulls back, and my finger slides out of him. Then he gets off the bed. He stands there, in the middle of the room, fully naked, fully erect, a sheen of sweat on his skin.
He walks over to the half-open boxes and starts rifling through them, tossing things aside. I think I’ve made a mistake. I’ve pushed it too far. I’ve ruined it. He’s looking for a fresh pair of clothes, something to put on, so he can get the hell away from me.
Then he turns to me with a bottle of lube in his hand. “If you’re gonna put that thing in me,” he says, “we’re gonna need this.”
He straddles my chest, the muscles in his thighs caging my slender body in. He looks down at me, stroking himself, leaking precum onto the hollow of my throat. It drips down my collarbone.
“So? What are you waiting for? Get lubed up, Marsh. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
All the confidence I just had evaporates. “North, I’ve never… you know. I’ve never done that.”
“And you think I’ve ever had a dick up my ass? We’re both in uncharted territory, buddy.”
“Then I guess we figure it out together.” I uncap the bottle and squeeze a generous amount onto my fingers. The cold gel is a shock as I spread it over my cock.
North watches me, stroking himself slowly, his other hand pinching a nipple. “Now get me ready.”
My cock is throbbing as I reach for him, a lubed finger tracing the tight pucker of his hole.
He’s more relaxed this time, and my finger slides in easily.
He’s so soft on the inside, so different from all that hard muscle.
I add another finger, and then a third, scissoring them, stretching him, spreading the lube.
He’s panting, rocking back against my hand, fucking himself on my fingers.
“Okay, I think that’s enough prep,” he says, his voice strained. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come already, and I want to ride your dick when I do. Goddamn, look at that thing. Put that fucking monster inside me, Gavin. Let me feel it.”
I pull my fingers out and grip the base of my cock, guiding it toward him.
He positions himself over me, and then he starts to lower himself.
The head of my cock presses against his lubed-up entrance.
There’s resistance. So much resistance. I don’t think it’s going to fit.
I’m not sure if I should push harder. I don’t want to hurt him.
Then North bears down, and with a sudden give, the head of my cock breaches the tight ring of muscle, and I’m inside.
We both cry out.
It’s… so much. So tight. So warm. A fist of pure muscle clamped around me. North is trembling, a full-body shudder, and he lets out a harsh gasp. He’s still for a long moment, just breathing. I can feel the rapid beat of his heart through the walls of his ass.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Gav… holy shit. It burns like a motherfucker,” he says through gritted teeth. “Don’t move.”
I hold perfectly still, my hands gripping his hips. He’s really heavy. I don’t know his exact weight, but it’s gotta be at least 230 pounds of pure muscle and bone. All of it is on me right now, pinning me to the mattress.
He takes a few deep breaths, and I can feel the muscles in his ass start to relax around me. “Okay,” he says. “Okay, I think I’m good. Go slow.”
I push in a little more, and another inch disappears inside him. He makes a sound, a cross between a moan and a sob. I stop again, waiting for him to adjust.
“No, don’t stop,” he pants. “Just… keep going. Slow. Just like that.”
I do. I push in, inch by inch, slow and steady, until this big, beefy football player is fully seated on my cock, my balls pressed up against his ass.
I’m all the way in. Buried to the hilt. North is breathing heavily, his head thrown back, the strong column of his throat exposed.
His eyes are closed, and I can see a single tear tracing a path through the sweat on his temple.
I reach up and wipe it away with my thumb. “You still with me?”
He opens his eyes, and they’re dark, almost black, with the way his pupils have blown. “Yeah. I’m with you.” He looks down at where we’re joined. “Fucking hell. How is that even possible? How is all of that inside me?”
“It’s a…” I suck in a shaky breath. “Tight fit.”
My entire body is trembling with the effort of holding back. I’ve never felt this urge to thrust into anything. I always thought I was wired differently when it came to that kind of desire. But right now I’m fighting for self-control.
Then North starts to move. A slow, shallow roll of his hips.
Experimenting. A low grunt rumbles out of him when he shifts a certain way.
He does it a couple more times, grinding down onto me, testing out the angles.
He rises, slowly, until just the head of my cock is still inside him, then slams back down. Hard.
The force of it knocks the wind out of me. “Jesus, North!”
A grin spreads across his face. “Damn. That felt good.”
He does it again. And again. Picking up speed.
He’s riding me now. Fucking himself on my cock.
And I’m finally letting go, thrusting up to meet him.
We’re moving together, frantic and desperate.
The slap of skin fills the room. The bed is squeaking, protesting under our combined weight.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive in my entire life.
My blood is on fire. A primal energy is scorching through me.
It’s like a switch has been flipped. A dormant gene has been activated. It’s violent and intense.
North is panting, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine, his cock bouncing against his stomach with every thrust. He reaches back with one hand, steadying himself on my thigh, giving himself more leverage.
And I can feel it. That sweet spot inside him, that little nub I found with my finger.
The angle is different now, but I know I’m hitting it.
Every time I thrust up into him, he makes a rough, broken sound.
He’s so fucking tight. So hot. It feels like his ass is trying to milk the cum right out of me.
“I’m not gonna last,” I pant, gripping his hips, trying to slow him down.
“Don’t you dare,” he growls. “Don’t you fucking dare. I’m just getting started.”
He leans forward, changing the angle again. His hands are on the wall above my head, bracketing me in. His chest is pressed against mine, our sweat-slick bodies sliding together. He’s kissing me, desperate, all teeth and tongue. I can feel the muscles in his back flexing under my hands.
“Faster,” he says against my lips. “Harder.”
“North, seriously, I’m already…”
“I said faster.”
I give him what he wants. I fuck him like my life depends on it, my hips pistoning up into him, driving my cock as deep as it will go. My balls are slapping against his ass like gunshots. He’s crying out now with every thrust. Curses. Praise. My name, over and over, like a prayer.
Seeing this huge, powerful man fall apart on top of me, on my cock, is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed.
He’s giving himself to me in a way he’s never given himself to anyone.
He’s trusting me with this. With this vulnerable part of himself.
The star quarterback is in my bed, begging me to fuck him harder, tears streaming down his face.
My vision is starting to tunnel. A tingle spreads through my fingers, my toes, the back of my skull.
The pressure at the base of my spine coils tighter with every passing second.
He grabs my wrists and pins them to the mattress beside my head.
His fingers dig in hard. It hurts, but I don’t care.
His body blocks out the light, the room, everything that isn’t him.
There’s no escape. Not that I want one. This is where I belong.
Pinned under this man, my cock buried inside him.
But it’s too much. The sight of him. The sounds he’s making. The feeling of him. The smell. I can’t hold on.
“I’m… North, I can’t…” I gasp.
“Do it,” he pants, his face buried in my neck. “Fucking do it, Gavin. Pump me full of your cum.”
That’s the trigger. My entire body locks up, a strangled scream tearing from my throat as I explode inside him.
A geyser of heat floods him, filling him up.
My vision goes white. My ears ring. For a few seconds, I’m weightless, adrift in a sea of pure sensation.
I can feel the violent clenching of his ass around my spurting cock, milking me for every last drop.
He’s shouting too, a guttural roar. Then I feel the hot splash of his own release against my stomach, painting us both.
I open my mouth wider to catch some of what’s hitting my face, to taste my friend’s cum.
A burst of bitter salt hits my tongue. I swallow it down, a gulp that’s half moan.
I can’t get enough. I crane my neck, chasing it, and North, realizing what I want, angles his cock toward my open, waiting mouth, letting a final, thick spurt land on my tongue. I savor it before swallowing.
I’ve never tasted anything so good.
All the while, I’m still twitching, still emptying myself into him. It feels like it goes on forever. Like my body has been saving up this orgasm for nineteen years, and it’s all pouring out of me now, into North.
When the tremors finally subside, he collapses on top of me, all 230 pounds of him, a dead weight of muscle and bone and sweat.
I can’t catch my breath. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight.
My cock is still inside him, softening now, but neither of us makes a move to separate.
We’re just lying there, a sticky, tangled mess, our hearts hammering against each other’s chests.
I run my hands up and down his broad back, feeling damp skin and hard muscle beneath my palms. I press a kiss to his shoulder, tasting salt.
He stirs, lifts his head, and looks at me.
His hair is sticking to his forehead. His face is flushed, his eyes glassy.
There’s a streak of his own cum on his cheek.
I reach up and wipe it away with my thumb, then lick it clean.
He watches me, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “You’re a dirty little artist, aren’t you, Gavin Marsh?”
I shrug, a small movement under his weight. “You bring it out in me. Apparently.”
“Yeah, I guess so. Why did we wait so long to do this? I always thought… fuck, Gav. I didn’t know.”
“Me neither,” I whisper. “I had no idea it would be like that. North, that was… I don’t even have words."
“I’ve never felt anything like it.” He props himself up on his elbows, looking down at me. The movement makes my softening cock slide out of him. A rush of warm fluid follows, coating my thighs.
Neither of us says anything for a while. We just lie there, breathing, his eyes on mine. Then a notification from my forgotten phone buzzes on the floor, cutting through the haze.
“Can you please delete that stupid profile?” I say.
He rolls off me, flopping onto the mattress with a groan. The bedsprings creak in protest. “Yeah, I think we’re done with that. Mission accomplished, right? I got you laid.” He laughs at his own joke. “And I’m not sure I want to share these newfound talents of yours with the world anyway.”
“Thank God. I’m not built for the Bangr lifestyle.” I stretch, feeling sore and sated and weirdly clean, even though I’m a sticky, cummy mess. “I’m more of a one-man kind of guy.”
He turns on his side to face me, propping his head up on his hand. “Oh, yeah?” He runs a finger down my chest, swirling it through the cooling mess on my stomach. “And who might that one man be?”
I feel my cheeks flush. “I don’t know. Some jock. He’s a little loud. A little reckless. A little too popular for his own good.”
“Sounds like an asshole,” he says, his finger tracing a circle around my navel. “You can do better.”
“Nah. He’s perfect for me.”
He leans in, and we kiss for a long while. Softer now. Slower. When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine.
“So, there’s still a lot of boxes to unpack,” he says. “And I know you don’t like to procrastinate.”
“Fuck the boxes.” I climb on top of him, straddling his waist. “I’m ready for another round.”
“Jesus, Gav.” But he’s already hard again, his cock rising to press against my ass. “You’re insatiable.”
“You better get used to it,” I say, rocking my hips against him. “You know, yesterday, I thought rooming with you was a mistake. I thought you were the wrong roommate for me. That I could only handle you in small doses.”
“Ouch.”
“But I want you in big doses, North. Big, big doses.”
“Oh, trust me, Gavin. You can have all the doses you want. As many as you can handle, and then some.”