Chapter 14 #2
I reach for the lube bottle and slick up a second finger to replace my tongue, slowly stretching him even deeper. At first I focus solely on prepping him, but when I think he’s ready for more, I twist my finger, searching for that perfect…
“Holy shit! Oh my God!” he cries out. “John!”
There it is.
“You like that, Princess?” I ask even though he’s a babbling, incoherent mess of murmurs and moans.
“Yes, so much. I need you to fuck me. Right now. I’m going to come. I need to come. And I want you inside of me when it happens. Please. I need you.” He’s rambling, begging for me.
I love it.
“Almost,” I promise. “But you’re not ready yet. We can’t rush your first time, especially with my piercings.”
“Joooohn,” he whines, and fuck, does my name sound good when he says it like that.
“Flip over,” I instruct. “On your back, hold your legs up.”
I have to help maneuver him, he’s trembling, and his swollen pink cock looks so angry, the veins prominent with an impressive amount of precum spilling from the tip.
“Don’t come yet, Chad,” I instruct firmly as I slowly slide two fingers back inside of him at this new angle.
He shakes his head, but tears threaten to fall from the corner of his eyes. “I can’t… I need…”
“Yes, you can.”
I lean back over him and suck his leaking dick as far back into my throat as I can, swallowing around the head.
“Oh my God, John! I’m going to come.”
I pop off. “Not. Yet.” I enunciate the words as I add more lube and slide a third finger inside of him, avoiding his prostate, just focusing on stretching him once again.
My dick is throbbing, but I know I need to take my time with this.
I need this first time to be good so I can do it again and again, and I would never forgive myself if I hurt him.
“Please, John.”
I add even more lube and finally insert my fourth finger to his hole, fucking into him until I’m sure he’s ready. “Do you want me to use a condom?” I check, confirming if he’s still comfortable with skipping them.
“No condom,” he pants, his voice tight, straining with the effort of holding back his release. “Just want you. Need you.”
I pull my hand out to lube up my cock and spit on his gaping hole as it clenches around nothing. His body is as responsive as he is, and it’s hard to focus on anything other than how fucking perfect he is.
“Don’t come until I tell you to,” I remind him as I shift so I’m kneeling over him. My palm circles the base of my shaft, fingers pressing against the metal of my piercings, as I position myself over him before pushing against his hole with an agonizingly slow thrust.
My Prince Albert catches on his rim first, a firm pressure that makes my own breath catch at the heightened sensation before I even breach him.
The metal bites into the sensitive flesh—his and mine.
When I finally push past that tight ring, his heat envelops me, and I hiss in pleasure as my piercings amplify everything.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Chad chokes out, his fingers digging into his hamstrings.
“Color?” I manage to say through gritted teeth.
“Green, just holy fuck, you’re big. But green!”
I grunt in response. Every clench of his ass around me sends zaps of pleasure straight to my balls.
As I sink deeper, the first barbell slides past that tight entrance, shifting under my skin as it does, and the pleasure is so intense it borders on pain.
Chad’s ass is greedy, just like his mouth was last time.
I’m trying to go slowly, to allow him to adjust, but he’s pulling me deeper with every clench.
His wall grips the piercings, massaging them in ways that make my vision blur.
He’s taking every inch like he was made for it.
Made for me.
His moans are ragged now, half pleasure, half pain as he stretches around my girth, littered with a mix of “oh fucks” in there. The filthy sounds make me want to ruin him completely while somehow also making this perfect for his first time.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, trying to push his hips up to take me even deeper. “You’ve got a monster cock. Holy fuck.”
“Hold still if you’re still green,” I grit out as he starts to wiggle, secretly loving his comment. “Don’t make me restrain you.”
“Oh my God, do you have restraints?” he asks, sounding thrilled by the idea. “Tie me up!”
“Maybe next time.” I chuckle as I finally bottom out inside of him, pausing to allow him to adjust to my size and the entirely new reality of being filled. I need this to be as good for him as it is for me. “You okay?”
“Feels so weird but good. Yes, so good,” he rambles dreamily, his voice a little shaky.
I can’t imagine the overwhelming cocktail of sensations he’s feeling right now—the first time he’s ever had a dick in his ass, coupled with the unfamiliar, hard lines of my piercings mapping out his insides. It’s a lot to take.
“Ready for more?” I ask as he nods in agreement, looking up at me in that adoring way I don’t deserve.
My hips give a shallow, experimental roll of my hips, and his eyes flutter closed.
The movement causes the Prince Albert to press firmly against a spot inside of him that makes both of our breaths hitch.
The metal creates a brand-new layer to the already new-to-him sensation that has him letting go of his left leg and digging his fingers into my shoulder. His reaction is amplifying mine.
I don’t stop. His moans are ragged, unrestrained things as I drag myself back until only the tip of my cock remains inside him, then slam forward.
My Jacob’s Ladder scrapes against his rim with every thrust, a delicious, rasping friction that makes both of us groan.
I try to hold back, to keep it slow, but the sounds tearing from his throat and the tightness milking my piercings shatter my control.
My hips snap forward, driving into him with a brutal force that’s probably too much, but I don’t want to stop.
The need to claim him, to feel him clench around every inch of metal and flesh, is overwhelming.
Almost immediately he loses his grip on his other leg, wrapping them both around me, trying to pull me closer. He attempts to hold onto me, his free hand moving to my hip, but I have a better idea. I grab his hand from my hip and guide it above his head, then bring the other to that same spot.
I hold his wrists in place above him with one hand while my other adjusts his leg up to the angle I want it. I’m fucking into him in an unforgiving pace, and finally, when I shift the angle again, he cries out, “There! Right there. Please let me come. Please.”
I’m close too, and he’s done such a great job holding out for me, so I won’t continue to edge him like I want to. Not this time at least.
“Don’t move your hands,” I command as I remove my hold from his wrists, keeping up my thrusts. “You’ve been such a good boy.” Finally, I wrap my hand around his leaking cock, stroke, and order, “Come for me, Princess.”
It’s nearly instant. His whole body convulses, and his thighs flex, clenching around me as he cries out, coating my hand and his stomach with his release.
My orgasm crashes into me as his ass squeezes my dick, and it takes all my willpower not to collapse on top of him from the force of the pleasure.
It takes me an embarrassing amount of time for me to catch my breath. To force myself to pull my softening cock from inside of him. For a moment, all I can do is stare as my release starts to leak from his used hole. I want to push it back inside.
But that’s ridiculous.
I knew that sex with Chad would be good. But fuck. How am I ever supposed to recover from how perfect that was?
From how perfect he was for me?
I’m fucked.