I gasped and my muscles immediately tensed. The sensation of his mere finger entering me sent a pulsating wave through my body.
“Hey, hey,” he said gently as his free hand caressed my stomach. “You have to relax or this won’t work.”
I sniffed. “I know.”
“Tell me if you want me to pause or stop.” He didn’t move until I gave him a form of acknowledgement. Once I did, he slid his finger inside with delicacy.
It took me a moment, but when I finally understood how to relax myself it got better. It stung at first, but Javi paused to allow me to adjust to the new feeling of something inside of me. He was patient the entire time, and he checked up on me more times than I could count.
Once he successfully had two fingers in me, he began to slide them in and out. I shuddered at the first thrust of his fingers as my hands gripped the bed sheets for support. The heat was pulsating through my body, and a smirk formed on my rival's lips at the sight.
He started to pick up the pace, his fingers pushing inside of me with deep, swift motions. I bit down on my tongue to muffle the noises trying desperately to escape my lips. There was an entire group of people below us that we had completelyforgotten about, and I was not too keen on giving them a performance.
Javi’s fingers retracted and I ached at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He leaned down and connected his soft lips to mine and our lips moved in a delicate, passionate motion. I felt his hand fall on my cheek as he deepened the kiss, his body hovering over me as his hand fondled my cock.
“Javi,” I murmured against him. “I… need you.”
He pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva falling from our parted lips. “You’re ready?”
“Please,” I whined.
Fucking hell, look at me. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have asked Javier Cortez for a pencil if my grade depended on it. My pride would have allowed me to bomb a test instead of the simple solution of asking my rival for help.
And now? Now I was lying butt naked with my legs spread wide, begging him to stick his dick up my ass. All while I moaned his name like it was some kind of sacred hymn.
Insane.
Javier squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his hand and lathered it onto his erection. Meanwhile, I caressed my own to account for the hollow feeling in me that was impatiently waiting for him to fill me.
One hand rubbed my thigh while the other aligned himself with me. When his tip pushed against me, a fiery sensation ripped through me. I sucked in a sharp breath, causing him to pause.
He leaned forehead and kissed me on the forehead. “You’ve gotta relax, Eli.”
Listening to his words, my muscles began to loosen and I let out the breath I was holding.
Javi gave me another moment to calm myself before pushing his hips forward. I winced at the pressure and my jawclenched in response. The sharp feeling was more prominent than when it was his fingers entering me. Granted, what he was putting in me now was a much larger two fingers.
I wasn’t sure how long it had taken for him to enter me fully. The stinging wasn’t unbearable, but I couldn’t lie and say it was not uncomfortable. Javi was attentive the entire time, kissing me, whispering sweet-nothings, and staying aware of my body movements.
Javi made sure to stay still until my body adjusted to him. When the discomfort began to fade, it revealed the pure feeling of fulfillment as my hole clenched around him. It felt…delightful, and my body was eager to experience the feeling of it moving inside me.
I licked my bottom lip and swallowed. “I’m ready.”
After giving me a final lingering kiss on the lips, he rocked his hips forward. A surge rippled through me and my eyes went wide in response.
“Holy…” I expressed shakily, unable to finish my sentence.
Javi moved again with a grunt, his movements firm but cautious. He did not want to hurt me and I could see he was working really hard to contain himself. His hands were placed on either side of my head as he began to thrust in a steady rhythm.
The feeling was unimaginable. I was sent into a bliss of satisfaction and fulfillment as he fucked into me with passion.
Our time together did not feel cheap. It did not feel like the couple of brief hookups I had in the past that were purely transactional. While those never went this far, the feeling of knowing they were only using me for personal gain was large. They weren’t choosing me because of me, they were choosing me because I was available. I knew that from the get-go, but it did not stop the disappointing feeling that came afterward.
But leaving my rival did not make me feel that way. He held me like he meant it and that was something no one had done before. The compassion, affection, and praise he showed me when we were together was believable. Hecared.
I only hoped I was not wrong about it because that realization would crush me.
“I’m…close,” I strained.
