I gasped.Cold. But oh my God, it made his touch feel even better.
He pushed a finger inside me and I froze still, sparks shooting through me even though it also felt so… so strange. Wrong.Right. Like what Tyson had said was true: that this is what my body had been made for.
“It’s gonna hurt, baby,” Tyson said, pushing that finger deep and then pulling it back out. Twisting it inside me when he did it again and then—ahhhhhhhhhhh—making me lose all track of what he was saying completely. “But you know I’ll make it up to you, right?”
He pulled his finger out and my eyes popped open even though I hadn’t realized I’d closed them. “Please,” I gasped, pulling my knees back and shamelessly opening myself even more for him. “Don’t… don’t stop, Tyson.”
He laughed, low and sexy. “Fuck no, Sean. I’m not stopping until my cum is dripping out of your ass. Gonna fuck you right through this mattress tonight. Gonna take everything you’re offering me, sugar. Gotta stretch you first, though.” He pushed his fingers back in except this time—unh. Itdidhurt a little. Two fingers.
“Breathe, baby. You can take it for me. So fucking tight, but you can hurt a little for me, can’t you, sweetness?”
I tipped my head back and squeezed my eyes closed and nodded. I would do anything for him, but this… it didn’t hurt. Well, okay, it did… but it hurt good? I hadn’t ever known that was a thing before Tyson, but the more he thrust his fingers in and out of me—so dirty and exciting andgood—the more I craved it. He kept brushing up against a spot inside me that made my thing feel like he was touching it from theinside, and even though I’d known what a greedy, shameless boy I really was, I’d never known just how desperate I could feel until now.
I needed more.
I needed him to do it harder.
I needed his… his… I needed him all the way inside me,allof him, like he’d said.
“Please,” I whispered, my thighs trembling. “More, Tyson.”
“Jesus,” he muttered, then got more of that slippery jelly on his fingers and pushed three inside me at once. “Need to fuck you so bad.”
Three was too much. It burned, and not in that delicious, fireworks-way or the stinging, exciting way like when he’d spanked me. But Tyson was looking down at me, staring right at my hungry, dirty little hole as he thrust those fingers inside me, and the look on his face made the burning worth it.
He drove them right into that spot again and I moaned.
Not just worth it… he made the burninggood.
Tyson looked up, catching my eye. “Fuck, Sean,” he said, leaning down to kiss me with his fingers still inside me. “Fuckinglove… this,” he muttered right against my mouth, thrusting them in me even faster. “Watching you take it. So damn tight. Love being the only one who gets to touch you. This holebelongsto me, you understand? It was made for me. Can’t wait to get my cock inside it and fuckingownit, baby.”
I was shaking. He’d said not to come again but he was making everything spark and tremble and I didn’t know… didn’t know if I could be good. My thing was hard again and still wet from the last mess I’d made and it quivered against my stomach, trapped under his body. The feel of his erection throbbing against the back of my thigh, so close to where I needed it as he lay over me and used his fingers the way I wanted him to useit, stripped away my filter.
“Don’t wait,” I begged, panting as I wrapped myself around him and arching up to get more friction. I clutched him to me as tightly as I could and rocked myself back onto his fingers shamelessly, the burn totally eclipsed by my desperation now. “Please,please,Tyson. Put it in me. Ineedyou. Want to be… want to be good but… but, Tyson.Please.”
He pulled his fingers out. “Jesus, baby. Love it so damn much when you beg.”
And then he peeled me off him and sat back on his knees, yanking me close enough that my bottom wasright thereand my legs were all the way up over his shoulders. He gripped my hip with one hand, guiding his shaft right to my hole with the other.
“Tyson?” I whispered when he stopped there, fisting my hands in the sheets again because otherwise I would have shaken apart from the purewanting.
“You know my cock is bigger than what you just took, baby,” he said, rubbing the fat tip of himself over my hole as he stared down at me. “You sure you want to hurt for me?”
That one was easy. “I’d do anything for you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, then pushed his cock inside me.
My mouth dropped open but no sound came out, and I think I forgot to breathe. He was right. Ithurt… but hurting didn’t matter. My whole world contracted in an instant, narrowing to just that one spot that was totally overwhelmed with sensation. I couldfeelhim, hot and hard and thick enough that it felt like he was splitting me open as he forced his way inside my body, and it was… it wasperfect. It was like he was taking me over completely, like I didn’t exist other than for this, forhim, and even though I’d felt lucky every time he’d touched me, this was different.
This was more.
This waseverything.
Tyson said something else, dirty or sweet or maybe both, but I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t hear anything over the rushing in my ears as wave after wave of… offeelingrocked me. I guess it was pain? But it was more than that, too.
It hurt, but it didn’t.
It hurt, but it washim… and I didn’t have to be afraid he’d stop because he didn’t. He just kept pushing in deeper and deeper, a long relentless slide that I couldn’t escape and didn’t want to, an overwhelming fullness that forced me open, filled me up, took me over until I didn’t think I could take it anymore… except of course I could. Iwould. I wanted to, because it was Tyson and I loved him and Ineverwanted him to stop, because even when it hurt, there was nothing that felt better than being his.
