My entire groin throbbed, and the way he hammered against me through our clothes was maybe the single most sensual thing that ever happened in my life. He ground himself against me and growled.
“Yes,” I hissed out.
He bent down and kissed the back of my neck, and the next thing I knew, he was trying to wriggle his fingers between my stomach and the arm of the couch to undo my belt. I arched up and helped him. Between the two of us, my pants and boxers were down around my knees fast. My cock ached with the need to be touched, and I adjusted my shaft so it was pressing under me on the soft cloth of the couch arm. I wanted to stroke myself, but Tyler yanked my hand away, and I laughed.
Cold lube squirted into my crack, and I gasped. There was a rumble of laughter from Tyler as he shoved one slick, huge finger into my hole with nearly no warning. I groaned and dropped my head, struggling not to tense. I breathed out as he probed deep into my body. He stroked over my prostate and the electric throb on my cockhead that resulted had me shoving my hips higher. I panted through the sensation. “What if I was a top?” He stroked my prostate again, and I whined. “You didn’t even ask,” I grumped halfheartedly.
“Are you?” He chuckled.
“Just don’t like that you assumed, is all.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Noble Warwick? Use this hole as my personal cum carnival ride?” He tickled his finger over my prostate again and that sensation, almost like the beginnings of what happened when I came, ripped through my lower stomach and stole my breath. My body felt floaty.
“You better back those words up with some really amazing fucking.”
He snickered and pulled his finger out, and I bit my lip, but a whimper of loss still escaped me.
“That’s it? That’s all the prep I get?” I raised my ass hopefully. It was good to jerk off and use a toy, but those things were nothing like someone else playing with me.
“You’ll like this. Or you won’t.” Tyler sounded flippant and not exactly the same as he had earlier—maybe he was more serious. He let out another growl, and then two fingers were in my hole briefly, with a ton more lube. I shivered at the cool slickness that quickly heated. He danced his fingers over my prostate, and I scrabbled at the couch cushions. Seconds later he slid free of me, and I struggled to get deep breaths. There was a noise I thought might’ve been him messing around with his jeans, and then his cock was pushing at my entrance.
“Condom?” I asked, spying it on the couch cushion in front of me. My throat almost closed off with stress. Part of me wanted to tell him not to worry because he was so close to fucking me and I wanted it in my ass, pressing against that perfect spot in there, almost more than I wanted my next breath of air.
“Pass it back,” he said, words low. He squeezed his fingers hard on my hips, and the touch bit into my muscles, not enough to hurt, but it definitely expressed maybe he was feeling the same intensity that had gripped me.
“Once we get to know each other—”
“Ha, yeah, it’s fine. Your ass is tight. It’ll keep me from unloading too fast. I plan to enjoy you,” he said into my ear, and I shivered with the heat of his breath. I handed him the condom and wasn’t prepared when he finally pushed in. The moment rushed along too fast, and he shoved too deep and hard.
My lungs wouldn’t fill with air. I stared at the white wall across the room until my eyes burned, trying to will my body to relax as he slammed in and out again. The hammering wasn’t good—it fucking hurt—but then he bent down and sucked at my neck while he tilted my hips higher. I almost died as what felt like his entire fucking cock slid across my prostate, putting the perfect amount of pressure there. My shaft spasmed and tingled, and my belly twisted up with a wave of heat. I nodded eagerly, and he let out a satisfied growl, pistoning his hips.
Tyler slid a hand around my throat and squeezed, giving me a not-so-pleasant flashback to those minutes where I’d fought for my breath the other night. Fear knotted together with my pleasure, confusing me and raising little hairs over my body in an odd parallel reaction to the joy pulsing in my cock. I shuddered, and my muscles tensed.
Tyler whined into my ear in what might’ve been pleasure or pain. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Let go of my neck.”
His fingers convulsed a bit tighter, and then he slid his hand down and wrapped his arm around my chest to hold me still while he brutally unleashed. My mouth fell open and I screwed my eyes shut, lost in a sensation of being battered I’d never experienced. It was good and terrible, and my cock was so close to spilling I had trouble gulping in breaths.
Thenit happened. He smashed my prostate on his next slide into my hole, and lightning danced on my cockhead and streaked through my gut. The pleasure hit me like a hurricane. I trembled and cried out while he kept fucking me. My cock jerked and my balls drew up close to my body. What felt like a quart of cum gushed out of my slit as he pounded me faster.
He didn’t stop, and I sagged beneath him, fucked out and happy. I tried to relax my ass, but there wasn’t much I could do. I gritted my teeth because his unrelenting pace was starting to get to be too much, but after the way I’d come, I didn’t want to tell him to stop.
Unbelievably he picked up speed and bellowed out a sound that had shivers jolting in my gut. I glanced over my shoulder at him, and he was staring down at me. Tyler yanked my head back painfully with a hand in my hair, and I couldn’t do anything about the burn in my scalp because I was steadying myself with my useful hand. I reached up with the other one and laid it on his, and he drilled in deep and stayed there. He gritted his teeth and fucked me shallowly a couple of times, but I could feel his thick cock swelling and pulsing—he had to be emptying his nuts.
“Yes, oh my God, yes. Give it to me. You’re such a fucking beast,” I whispered, and he laughed. He leaned down, keeping me stretched at that uncomfortable, impossible angle, and dropped a soft kiss above my right eye. After a lingering moment, he moved lower, and I was forced to close my eyelid as he pressed a kiss directly on it. He licked it, which had me squirming and laughing, then hissing out in pain because he didn’t loosen his grip in my hair. The tickle of having my eyelid stroked by his tongue was strange.
“Can I do this again? In ten minutes?” he asked, but it was more like a demand.
“Only if you take me to my bed. I made a mess of my couch,” I grumbled.
He laughed and pulled out of my body too quickly. I hissed, but he only chuckled as he dug his fingers into my hair and massaged the spot that had been prickling with pain. I turned to watch him tie off the condom and toss it on the floor, which was kind of gross. I didn’t care enough to say anything because immediately afterward he hoisted me to my feet. I felt buzzed and pleasantly useless as he tugged me tight to his chest with enough power to have my teeth clacking together.
“Where’s the bed?” The sting on my ass as he cracked his palm there hurt. I would have told anyone who asked not to do such a thing, but the tingling warmth that spread over my cheek had my dick plumping already.
I pointed toward the open doorway that led to my room, feeling stupid with how turned-on I was again.
“I didn’t realize….”
