Blayne got a worried look on his face. “What are you feeling?”
“I feel like you just entered me again.”
“That’s me hitting past the second sphincter. It’s normal. Just wait a second. You should feel a sudden release as your body adjusts and becomes okay with it.”
“I’ve never felt like this before,” Ethan said.
“Probably because you’ve never tried to impale yourself on a baseball bat before,” Blayne joked. Ethan tried not to laugh because that caused the sharp sensation to pulse.
Ethan took a few deep breaths. Sure enough, he sensed the new sensation as his body opened. He lifted himself up then down again. When Blayne passed the second sphincter this time, he didn’t recoil.
Soon, Ethan’s whole body shuddered every time Blayne pushed past the internal barrier, bringing a new layer of pleasure Ethan had never experienced. When Ethan got into a rhythm, Blayne reached out his hand and started stroking him with his giant hands. Blayne’s hands felt like magic as they traced over every vein in his cock.
“I’m getting close,” Blayne said.
“Me too.”
That just caused Ethan to speed up, and Blayne did likewise. When Blayne came, Ethan saw white lights as the giant cock inside him throbbed and pulsed. He looked down to see Blayne’s stomach muscles contract as Ethan kept moving. Before Blayne had finished coating his insides with cum, Ethan painted Blayne’s stomach and chest. He collapsed onto Blayne and just lay there panting. Ethan could feel Blayne’s own calming breath beneath him. He closed his eyes and finally felt the last popping sensation as Blayne’s dick slid out of his ass.
“Whoa,” Blayne said between breaths. “That was the most amazing fucking sex I’ve ever had.”
“Once I got comfortable with you inside me, it blew my mind, too. I don’t think my body could handle that daily, but I’m game to do it again…soon.”
“Don’t worry. I call myself a verse bottom for a reason. I love to get fucked, but I’ve also never tried taking something as large as me other than a dildo, which isn’t the same.”
Ethan looked up and stared into blue eyes. He could lie like that forever, covered in sweat and cum.
“Shower?” Blayne asked.
“Just a few more minutes, then I’ll let you clean me up.”
“For you, anything, babe.” Blayne reached down and laid his arm across Ethan’s back. Ethan’s ear was pressed to Blayne’s chest, and he could hear the thumping sound of Blayne’s heart. A heart he knew he’d won.
Chapter Thirteen
Blayne
The morning sun filtered through the slits of the blinds, casting rays of light across Blayne’s bed. Blayne rolled over to get the sun out of his eyes and snuggled up to Ethan’s back. Their freshly scrubbed bodies, clean sheets and clothes smelled like a little slice of heaven. Aromatic tendrils of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, filling the room with a delightful aroma that awakened the senses. It was a moment of tranquil bliss, as the smell of clean linens and coffee seamlessly intertwined.
Blayne shot up, exclaiming, “What the fuck?”
“What?” Ethan replied, still clearly in a foggy state.
Blayne nudged the sleeping man. “Ethan, you need to get up now. We have… We have a visitor.”
Ethan turned his head and stared at the woman sitting at Blayne’s desk, holding a cup of coffee and pointing a gun at both of them.
“Where is she?” the woman asked.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Blayne muttered.
This was clearly not the reaction the woman had expected. Blayne observed the features of the ethnically ambiguous woman with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail that cascaded over her shoulder. She was dressed in a black pantsuit.
“Do all of you shop at Assassins ’R’ Us?” Blayne asked. “I mean, I’m not exactly known for being a fashion queen—just ask this one”—Blayne gestured toward Ethan—“but I swear you all buy off the rack.”
A flash of indignation ignited within her eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows sharply, and her jaw clenched, her muscles visibly tensing as a wave of disbelief washed over her face.Maybe ‘off the rack’ was a step too far?And she started laughing.
“I’ll have you know…I have impeccable taste and a unique fashion sense. And before you test me, know that my two-thousand-dollar pair of heels could kill you just as fast as my gun can.”
