He shook his head in amusement when he got back onto the mattress between my legs and threw the strip of condoms and lube on the bed. He clicked open the lid of the bottle. Exhilaration danced inside me and I wriggled in anticipation.
This was it. I was going to have sex.
An embarrassing noise escaped me and my cheeks got hot again.
With a chuckle, he slapped me on the thigh gently and then squeezed lube onto his fingers. I watched, enthralled and unable to look away. His fingers were slim and now shiny with lube, and I couldn’t wait to have them in my hole, which was ridiculous, right?
“Tell me if this gets uncomfortable,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my knee.
Lining up a finger to my hole, he slowly pressed into me. The feeling was odd, a strange tingling but not painful, and I nodded at him to add another one. The second finger brought a little pain, but nothing that felt worse than a paper cut, and not nearly as bad as stubbing my pinkie toe.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he stretched my hole.
I shivered and nodded. “Please.”
He petted from the middle of my chest to my lower belly. “I’m going to put a third in.”
I smiled a tad too eagerly, and his face crinkled in amusement when he returned his own. “I’m ready.”
“One more time, is this what you want?” he asked.
“Yes.Please.”
He laughed again. “You have such good manners when you want my dick in you.”
I sent him a mock glare, but that only made him throw his head back and laugh harder. When he added a third finger, there was more pain than before, but I wanted him so badly I didn’t care. I shifted around impatiently, and he must’ve gotten the message loud and clear because he pulled his fingers out and finally yanked off his underwear, his cock bouncing out and curving up toward his stomach.
My mouth watered as I thought about having that meaty flesh between my lips last night, but that’s not where I wanted it tonight. No, I needed it inside me. Now.
He smirked at me as he grabbed a condom and slipped it on. Popping the lube again, he squeezed a generous amount on his cock. I sat up on my elbows and watched, unable to tear my gaze away from how he curled his hand around himself and spread the liquid all over.
“Oh.” I licked my lips, hunger for him encompassing me and making me needier than before. When he rubbed the final dab of lube on my asshole, I nearly exploded right then and there.
He grabbed my legs, lifted them to his shoulders, and got into position. All I could do was hold my breath and wait until I felt the nudge of his cock against my hole. I trembled with anticipation, and the first stretch wasn’t anything fantastic, like I’d imagined in my head. There wasn’t any pain until he was a quarter of the way in, and I sucked in a deep breath as a sharp, quick shot of agony pinged through me. I fisted the sheets at my side and screwed my eyes shut.
“Shh. Push out. Just breathe.” He caressed my cheek and jaw, his voice deep and soothing as he kept driving his dick into me until his body was flush with mine.
I gasped out a breath, and he slammed his mouth against mine. We kissed desperately, and while I gathered he was trying to distract me from the twinge of pain in my asshole, I didn’t care because I enjoyed his lips against mine. Everything about JP was addicting and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him so badly it hurt, and now he was inside of me.
Inside. Of. Me.
Desire crashed right through me and I whimpered as I cupped the back of his head, yanking him as close as I could. He fucked my mouth with his tongue, and my anxiety-addled brain didn’t even care that he’d had it in my ass. I acknowledged the invasive thought and kept right on going because I wanted him too much to be concerned.
When he pulled back he smiled, and my chest squeezed at the sight. He kissed my thigh, then my knee, before he settled against me. With his hands on my legs, he kept me still as he slowly dragged himself out, before shoving inside again. I hissed, the unusual feeling of something thick and long in my hole a new experience. My cock throbbed, the head flushing and precum gathering at the slit, and it took all my resistance not to reach down and jerk myself to completion. I needed to come with JP.
I shuddered in excitement. “Keep going. Harder.”
His brows rose and he grinned. He shifted slightly and then started a brutal pace. There was no leading up to it, but that’s what I asked for, and I fucking loved it. His cock speared me open, dominated me like with everything else he did, and I was at his mercy. His balls slapped my ass, and I reveled in the feel and sounds of what we were doing.
I was having sex with Jean-Paul.
Gripping the bedsheets tighter, I let him conquer me, own me, even if it was just for tonight. I’d let him have me forever if it was my choice, but he’d made his decision clear, so I’d have to enjoy now.
I was so close it hurt, my cock swinging and slapping my belly with every one of his thrusts. My balls were drawn so tight to my body I thought they’d explode, and no matter how long I wanted to last, it wasn’t going to be possible. Desperation clawed at me and I couldn’t deny how badly I needed to come.
I reached down to wrap my hand around my cock, tugging it furiously in time with JP. He was so handsome like this, sweat clinging to his forehead and chest, glimmering under the lamplight. His focus was on me, his fingernails digging into my thighs. He grunted with every stroke in, and it was the most amazing sound I’d ever heard. I’d done that. He was making those noises because of me. The fact I’d made someone feel good was better than anything I’d ever felt before.
My orgasm shot through me and I trembled through my release, cum shooting from my slit and splattering across my stomach. I groaned and whimpered, a rush of colors swirling behind my closed eyelids until I had nothing left to give.
