I barely held back my orgasm as he prepared me, and I whined when he pulled out. The rustle of the condom and the click of the lube set off another set of shivers. Then two slick fingers replaced one, and I bit my fist at the stretch.
He thrust in and out, stopping once again right before I would have come. Before I could complain, his blunt cockhead pushed at my hole. I quivered as he hesitated, intimidated at the thought of taking him again.
“You still want this?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. “It’s okay to say no.”
“Now, Major.”
I was beyond caring how needy I sounded. Hell, I’d—oh,fuck. He pushed forward, stretching me to oblivion. I bit out curses and tried to catch my breath as he moved inside me. Maybe my grief had numbed me to the reality of his size last time, but I was fully aware now. I softened, and he slowed as if reading the tension in my body.
“You okay?”
“Don’t stop. Please never stop,” I begged.
After a brief hesitation, he rocked in, angling me so that his cock hit all the important places, making me harden again.
“Jesus Christ.” I’d been fisted exactly once in my life, by a man with small hands, and this was just shy of that. Like,justshy.
He continued his slow, deliberate movements until my body relaxed around him. Then his hands went to my hips and he pressed forward, leaning all of that glorious weight against me. The world suddenly seemed a little brighter.
“Harder. More,” I choked out.
The bed moved with each thrust, the headboard banging into the wall. I’d probably have to repair the wall after this, and I didn’t give a shit.
In the years before I’d met Robert, I’d been with a number of men who’d had big dicks, and I hadn’t been impressed with how some of them thought that meant they could ignore every other aspect of sex. Major, though, was not a lazy lover. He didn’t have to try to hit the sensitive places inside me; his thick cock, especially that ridiculously fat head, did all the work for him. He angled his hips anyway, and I was all the better for it.
I was practically drooling from his grunting, sweaty efforts. There was no getting around it—he was fucking me to within an inch of my life. With each thrust I was more and more convinced that I would give up that last inch as long as he’d keep doing it.
He let go of my hips to grasp my wrists, pulling them behind my back with a firm, gentle grip. I buried my face in the duvet, sounds spilling from my lips that I’d never made before, working with him to maximize depth and torque and mind-bending pleasure. I was like a tiny boat being bashed against rocks, falling apart as he crashed over me, unrelenting.
“Coming,” I gasped.
I could come hands-free with a talented lover; that was nothing new. The combination of rough and calm, however, was a new kind of magic, and I was half convinced that he could make me come from across the fucking room.
Major thrust one last time, burying himself inside me as he shouted his orgasm, and my body shivered and arched as I made a mess of my guest bed.
With a loud crack, one of the wooden legs snapped, pitching the bed forward, grinding him into me that much more.
He cursed, scrambling for balance. Not wanting anything to happen to that magnificent cock, I carefully pulled away from him—ouch,fucking ouch—and rolled onto the floor, taking the sheet with me. He went over as well, controlling his fall and landing next to me with a massivewhomp.
Major’s eyes went from concerned to smiley half-moons as I threw my head back and laughed. Meanwhile, the bed’s three remaining legs, apparently compromised by the uneven strain, gave way with a mighty crash.
“Shit!” he shouted, startled. Grimacing, he pulled me close and nuzzled my ear. “Sorry, not sorry.”
I leaned into the cuddle. “Yeah, I don’t give a single shit about a piece of furniture, Major. Not after that performance,” I said, enjoying the soreness in my ass. “Though you’re helping me hide the evidence.”
He kissed me, his eyes blazing. “Fucking hell. I’ll buy you a new bed. That was one for the record books.”
We lost it after that, rolling in cum-stained sheets as we fought for oxygen.
God, it felt good to laugh again.
“Major? Mr. Paige?” Leo’s voice filtered up the stairs just as we were attempting to right ourselves.
Major clamped his hand over his mouth. After gathering himself, he called out, “Hey, Leo! Stay down there. We’ll finish up here and take a quick break.”
“Sounds good.”
There was a slight plot hole in Major’s words—we’d been waiting for Leo, so there was nothing to finish up—but if Leo didn’t spot it, I wasn’t going to help him figure it out.
