“You like it?” he asks, before it disappears beneath the condom.
“Does it feel good when you fuck?”
“Hell yes. Plus, it makes me look sexy.” He uses the lube to slick up his condom-covered shaft. “Bend over, Cherry. Let me have that tight virgin hole.”
My dick twitches again, precum running down my shaft. I’m so fucking feral for this, craving it so goddamned much, that I do as he says.
Shai holds the base of his shaft, leans forward, and presses against my rim.
“Fuck,” I grit out, trying not to show my discomfort. I know it has to get better. I know I want this. I just have to let my body ease into it.
Shai pushes forward agonizingly slow, my ass tightening up on reflex.
“Come on, you can take me. I know you want it. You’ve got a hungry little ass. You just have to open up for me. You can do this.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to shut the fuck up. I don’t need someone talking me through sex. Hell, I don’t need someone encouraging me through anything. But something about his words relaxes me, makes my dick start hardening more again.
“That’s it, you crazy motherfucker. You’re loosening up for me. By the time I pay you back, you’ll be so good at taking my cock.” With each word, each stroke of his hand on my shaft, my body relaxes more and more. The pain and discomfort ease as I adjust to this thing we’re both craving.
“You’re so good at taking my dick. You’re going to want to ride it every fucking day.”
“You’re not that good,” I tell him, and he chuckles.
“You did it. You got me all in. You’re all full of me.”
It’s not until he says it that I realize his groin is pressed against my ass. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me, pet.”
Shai makes a sharp hissing sound, pulls back, and thrusts forward again. It doesn’t start out great, but each pump of his hips feels better and better, each time his dick or that fucking piercing hits my prostate, my pleasure ramps up, like someone is hitting a supercharge button inside me, shooting me higher and higher.
I fumble the lube bottle on the counter, squirt some in my hand, then swat his away, jacking myself off while he takes me. “Fuck me hard. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
“Oh, you will, Cherry. You’ll feel me for a while after that.” Now both his hands are on my hips, blunt, black nails digging into my skin as he slams into me over and over. We take sharp breaths, make hungry sounds, the two of us making some kind of music together.
It feels good, amazing, really, different and exciting, which is what I was looking for, but I don’t feel what I think Ollie felt that night. This is sex, really fucking good sex, but sex all the same. For Ollie, it was like he was transcending into another world, and that’s what I want. Maybe it’s because this is my first time…
“Harder,” I order, and Shai listens, squeezing so tight I know he’ll leave bruises, fucking me into the island like his life depends on it.
“God, I can’t wait to make you come. Do you know how powerful it feels to fuck you? Like I really took a prize, really captured something no one else could have.”
I want that for him, want him to have that high.
I push back against him, changing the angle slightly. “There. Right there. Fuck yes.” I work my hand faster on my shaft, my balls tight and full and ready to unleash. When I feela sharp pain in my shoulder, my pet’s teeth digging in, I can’t hold back. Cum spurts from the head of my cock, all over the counter, spurt after spurt, like there’s a never-ending supply. His movements become more erratic behind me, sharp and fast until he’s grunting and his dick twitches in my ass, Shai succumbing to an orgasm of his own.
When we’re done, his forehead rests against my back, both of us breathing heavily.
“That was…amazing. I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” he says, slowly pulling his softening dick from my ass. “What did you think?”
“I think we’re definitely doing that again.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Shai
That was handsdown the best orgasm of my life.
When Rory suggested his little game of hunting, I wasn’t sure what to think. It was intriguing in theory, but I didn’t know how it would translate in practice. Chasing him was…exciting, got all my senses involved—smelling his cologne, what I can only describe as an almost amber scent but deeper, with notes of vanilla; holding my breath, listening for any sound he might make. The whole fucking thing was a rush, and I’m definitely on board with us doing it again.
“What should I do with the condom?”
