He pushes inside me, slowly, and it burns. It burns in a way I don’t expect, and don’t exactly welcome, but then I realise how the hot, white sensation is obliterating any other busy thoughts in my mind. All I can think about is breathing through the pressure and the sting and the stretch.
“You okay?” Marcello asks from behind me. His hand strokes the curve of my butt cheek again.
“Yeah,” I pant. “But fuck, you’re big.”
“Am I?”
“You know you are,” I rush out on a breathy laugh.
“I mean, I’ll take your word for it.”
“You can definitely take my word for it. Especially in this position.”
Marcello’s cock moves as he laughs, pushing further in. The sharpness of the sensation has dulled slightly but as he slides in deeper, I still can’t quite catch my breath.
“Keep still,” I say.
“Shit, am I hurting you?” His other hand is on my other hip, holding himself still.
“No, no, it’s okay. I just need a moment.”
“Okay, I can do that. Or if you need me to pull out.” He retreats the smallest amount.
“No!” I push back to stop him withdrawing. “Stay where you are.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll stay still,” his hand comes up to stroke my back, “just take your time. Take as long as you need, baby.”
Baby.
His hand stroking my back.
Jesus, it’s all too much…
I breathe in counts of three. Inhale for three. Exhale for six. I repeat this until I’m unsure if I’m doing it because of the pain and pressure which are both easing considerably, or if I’m doing it because of how tenderly his fingertips stroke my back.
Finally, I feel ready. Or rather, I want him to stop those gentle caressing. I want him to fuck away every single one of these stupid fantasies I have for him, me, us in the future. I want him to fuck me like that’s all he came here to do.
Because thatisall he came here to do.
“I’m ready,” I say and prove it by pushing back against him. “You can fuck me now.”
“Woah, Giles.” His hand suddenly grips my shoulder and I feel his weight shift, his body leaning forward. “You can’t just move like that. I don’t think you know how good you feel.”
I hum appreciation for the praise. I don’t even think he intended it as such, but it feels like it to me.
“You like that, huh? When I say nice things to you?”
I nod.
“Well, I can say more. I can tell you how hot and tight you are on my dick right now. I can tell you how good you look bent over in front of me. I can tell you how much I want to slam into you hard and rough.”
“Do it,” I grit out. “Please. Do it.”
His voice changes, lowers. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I want it.”
“Cazzu.” He sucks in a ragged breath, and that’s all the warning I have before he thrusts into me, deep and hard.
