“You feel sofucking goodinside me, Kroven.” I mewled, my hands gripping at his pecs for leverage as I pounded back against him.
“Fucking hell, baby.” If he kept calling me baby, I wasn’t going to last much longer. My dick was already slapping along my stomach as I rode him, the infrequent friction of my motion already threatening to tip me over the edge.
His hands ground into my hips as he started to speed up so he could crash up into me with extra vigor.
“Oh fuck,fuck, fuck!” I cried out, my hands tensing on his chest as I felt blinding pressure powering up inside me. His ridged dick was practically singing against my prostate, and I was going to experience another first with Kroven: coming without touching my dick. “Kroven, I…fuck, I…” I couldn’t even get the words out, so overwhelmed by these new live wire feelings bubbling up from my depths.
“Do it,” Kroven growled in a low rumble, his thrusts still matching mine. “Be a good boy and come on my cock.”
That did it. I tossed my head back, freezing my motions while Kroven kept his up. I howled so hard and loud that mychest rattled with my outcry. My dick started to spew with my release, splashing Kroven’s stomach and chest with intensity, so much so that I was coating my hands where they remained on his chest. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, not to mention that the volume of it was way more than I was used to. Kroven’s smirk grew as I kept riding the waves of my climax, his hips slowing until he stopped entirely, giving my prostate a moment of relief.
My breathing was bated huffs, weak and uneven. Kroven soothed circles with his fingers from their place on my hips. I breathed a chaste breath, coming down from the intensity I’d just lived through, my journey coming to an end, in more ways than one.
“That was…” I laughed lightly, his dick still making me feel full. “I can’t think of a word, I’m too dick drunk.”
Cackling loud and proud, Kroven shook his head at me. “Well, we’re not quite done.” He lifted me up, handling me like I weighed nothing, as he shifted our position back to our previous one, with my back on the mattress and him hovering between me. I let go of my hold on his neck as we moved, and I felt his head tapping against my hole again. “If you’re up for it, that is.”
His chest, stomach, and my hands were still covered in cum, but Kroven didn’t indicate that he was in a hurry to remove it, so I matched his indifference. My dick, despite delivering the biggest load of my life, hadn’t wavered at all. “You just made me come hands-free for the first time.” I jolted my body forward, the head of his cock sliding into me with ease, earning me a hiss from him. “Nowfuck meuntil you fill me up.”
He thrust forward, giving me his entire length in one motion, clearly not needing to be told twice. I grunted as he sped up and I took his pounding hungrily. I held my legs as far up as I could, trying to push them further back so my ankles could dance with the thought of meeting my ears. I made amental note to start doing some stretches so Kroven could really have me however hard he wanted and so I could be as pliable to his whims as well.
It didn’t take long for his orgasm to reach him, my hole going back to tightening around him now that my own had come and gone.
“Bas,” he whimpered, my name a blessing or a curse on his tongue as he neared euphoria.
“Give it to me,” I beckoned with renewed yearning, my hands going to his ass to both squeeze him for all he was worth as well as to command him further into my hole. “Please.”
My begging put him out of his misery. He plunged deep inside of me, stilling his thrusts as he buried himself in me until his balls slapped noisily against my ass. He roared an abyss of a sound, from so hidden deep inside his core, I think he surprised himself as much as he shocked me with the prolonged sound of it. I could feel his load emptying inside me, and I closed my eyes to relish our first time together. Moaning, I opened my eyes and retracted my hands, finding his face as they cupped his pronounced jaw.
He collapsed onto me, spent as his dick continued to twitch within me.
“You really are going to be the death of me, Sebastian Grant.” He smirked, lazily thrusting back and forth as he softened.
“What a way to go.” I said with a wide beam across my face, pulling him close as I devoured his mouth again, wanting absolutely nothing else than to be tangled up in my bed with Kroven until we succumbed to our eroticism.
Chapter 16
A fog rolledthrough the confines of my morning brain as I woke the next morning. My body was riddled in sparse areas of soreness, like a patchwork of overworked muscles embedded underneath my tender skin.
The realization came crashing over me.
Kroven and me. Me and Kroven.
We’d had sex. Earth shattering, life altering sex. I already felt like there was no way I could go back to not having it on a regular basis after the journey of jubilation I’d weathered with Kroven last night.
Eyes fluttering awake, my bedroom came into view through my feeble and too-sensitive-this-early-in-the-morning eyelids. A smile welcomed itself on my face as I rolled over to greet Kroven, but my eyes were met with an empty side of the bed.
My gut instantly rolled. Had he gone home in the middle of the night? If he’d left like that…
I didn’t even want to think about it. We’d only just started dating, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal if he did head back to his house for the night…right?No, my mind yelled back at me. The sound of the resounding negative was threatening tounravel my psyche until I looked down at my clothes littered floor, noticing Kroven’s white shirt and pants still lying helpless where he’d left them.
The sound of the shower in my attached bathroom started then, and a rumble of relief settled over me. Kroven hadn’t left. He’d spent the night with me.
I rolled over to his side of the bed and inhaled my sheets like a fucking weirdo, desperate to smell him on them, delighted when his usual scent of rain and faint copper rolled off the cotton. I threw off the blue quilt I kept on my bed, sneaking out of my bedroom now that I knew that Kroven was occupying my bathroom.
Sneaking down the hallway, I slowly opened Thayer’s door to make sure he’d come home in the middle of the night from work. When I opened it, he was snoring loudly on his bed, mouth agape in deep sleep. Glad that he was home, I made my way back to my room.
As I stepped back inside and closed the door, Kroven opened the door, the sound of the shower running filling the room. Confusion swept him as he looked from the empty bed back to me at the door.
