Taylor clenched his jaw. His body was working faster than his mind as he dropped his jeans back down to the floor and walked over to grip Fletcher roughly by the jaw. “Is this whatyou want?” he asked. Fletcher breathlessly nodded, with a hint of excitement in his eye. He obviously didn’t expect Taylor to do that. “You want to be treated like a fucking slut? Like you mean nothing to me?”
Taylor pushed Fletcher down on his bed. “Roll over. On your stomach,” he instructed. Fletcher immediately obeyed. He rolled onto his stomach. Taylor reached over and grabbed Fletcher’s hips. He pulled them towards himself and quickly tugged Fletcher’s sweats down. Fletcher raised each knee so Taylor could take them off completely. Taylor leaned down and pressed a kiss to Fletcher’s back.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked him, sounding slightly unhinged.
“Fuck, Taylor. I need you to fuck me,” Fletcher groaned.
Taylor reached over to grab the lube. “Let’s see if you can handle a finger first.” He poured some out onto his finger and brought it to Fletcher’s hole. Fletcher’s body immediately recoiled the moment Taylor’s finger met his rim. “You want me to stick a finger in your tight little hole?”
“It’s cold,” Fletcher whined. “Holy fuck.”
Taylor began to work him. He rubbed Fletcher’s rim and slowly inserted his finger but was immediately met with resistance. “If you think you can handle this cock then you better relax so I can get you ready,” Taylor bit out. “You’ve gotta relax, man.”
Fletcher took a deep breath and relaxed enough for Taylor to push his entire finger halfway. He was so fucking tight around just his finger. There was no way that Fletcher was going to be able to handle him. Taylor knew he was too big.
“Fuck, baby. That’s a lot of fucking pressure,” Fletcher cried out. “It’s so much. Hurts.”
“I’m barely in,” Taylor told him before pushing the rest of his finger in. Fletcher clenched around Taylor’s finger.
“There you go,” Taylor told him softly. He lightly tapped Fletcher’s ass cheek. “You think you can handle another?” he asked as he slowly began to move the finger in and out. Fletcher had his face down to the mattress, so Taylor couldn’t see the expression he had on his face. “If you’re not going to look at me then you’re going to need to use your words.”
“Fuck, Taylor. You’re fucking killing me. Just slide a-fucking-nother one in already,” he said, sounding in pain. Taylor knew Fletcher could handle pain. It was part of being a hockey player. But this was entirely different. He knew Fletcher was tough, but he didn’t know if this toughness extended to penetration.
“You sure, baby? I’ll go slow if you need me to,” Taylor promised calmly. Maybe calling Fletcher “baby” would help him loosen up some more. Taylor kind of liked it. He never had before. Before Fletcher. “I’ll go so slow. Just for you.”
Fletcher let out a grunt of frustration. “Just fucking do it, Taylor. Fuck, I just need your cock in me.”
Taylor pulled his index finger slightly out and pushed back in, adding his middle finger. Fletcher was quiet as Taylor slowly pushed his fingers all the way in. He seemed to be working on controlling his breathing. Taylor reached down and kissed him on his back again. “You’re doing so good, Fletch. What a good boy,” he cooed. Fletcher’s breathing picked up.
“Fuck, Taylor. It’s too much,” he said. Taylor paused, but he didn’t remove his fingers yet.
“What is?” he asked him, sounding concerned.
“You…calling me that. It’s—” Taylor quickly pulled his fingers out and rammed them back in. “Fuck!” Fletcher cried.
“It’s what?” Taylor asked softly as he continued to move hisfingers.
“I can’t control myself when you do that.”
“You don’t like it?” Taylor asked. Fletcher quickly turned his head and finally looked at Taylor. His eyes were glossy and his face was flushed. He looked completely unwound and it was the hottest fucking thing ever.
“I like it too much,” he admitted. “It makes me feel… you make me feel…”
Taylor curled his fingers up inside of them and Fletcher immediately squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck! Just fuck me already! Please. I can handle it.”
Taylor nodded in agreement as he removed his fingers. They immediately felt cold after being removed. Taylor picked up the condom and tore the packet before slipping it on. He poured some more lube out onto his hands, and gave himself a few strokes to fully lubricate himself. God, his cock was so fucking hard. He didn’t know if he would even last more than a few seconds inside of Fletcher’s tight hole.
Taylor lined himself up and lightly teased Fletcher’s rim with his head. “You like it when I call you that?” Taylor purred. He placed his hand on Fletcher’s back, signaling to him that he needed to relax. He slowly pushed inside of Fletcher, who immediately cried out.
“Do you like it when I call you a good boy?” Taylor asked huskily.
“Yes! Fuck! You’re so big,” Fletcher whined. “It fucking hurts.”
He clenched but quickly relaxed again.
Taylor pushed a little further in, but he wasn’t even a quarter of the way in yet. “Did Daddy never tell you that you were a good boy?” Taylor taunted, hoping the distraction would help him ease up so he could get all the way in. “Is that it, goldenboy?”
Fletcher let out an incomprehensible moan. “Tay, you’re too big. So painful.”
