I might not have done any sort of ass play with another person, but I’ve experimented with my fingers and a couple of toys I keep in my room. My fumbling attempts felt good, but they had nothing on that simple touch.
“You’re such a slut for it,” he says, and the unexpected affection in his voice helps calm some of my nerves as he pushes a bit harder against my hole.
It’s not enough to breach me, but the implication that he could is there, and I automatically relax for him so the tip of his finger dips inside me on the next push.
“So eager for it,” he says in that same affection-tinged tone, and pulses his finger a few times, slipping a bit deeper with each gentle push. “So tight,” he murmurs and pulls his finger away.
My cry of protest turns into a gasp when something blunt and hot bumps my ass, leaving a trail of dampness behind as it slides against my skin.
Holy shit. Is he hard again?
“So fucking hot,” he says in that low, rumbling voice, then makes a sound like he’s spitting a moment before his wet finger presses against me again. “So ready and eager for me.”
All I can do is whimper and moan as he teases my hole and draws circles around it with his finger. He doesn’t try to push into me again, and I’m half a second away from begging for some sort of relief when he once again pulls his finger away.
He fumbles behind me for a moment, then there’s the sound of plastic tearing.
Was that a condom?
My body instinctively clenches, but I relax when a slippery finger presses against my hole and keeps pressing until it slips inside me.
I know I should stop this, and that losing my dude v-card in the woods while I’m clinging to a tree with my ass in the air is messed up, but I just bear down so he slips the rest of the way inside me.
He pumps his finger a few times, and my eyes roll back when he drags his digit over my prostate and causes a zing of pleasure to shoot through me.
He must notice my reaction because he chuckles and does it again, this time hitting the spot instead of just lightly teasing it. I try to stifle my cries, but all I can do is bite down on my jacket sleeve as he nails that spot over and over again.
“That’s it,” he murmurs as he slips another finger inside me. “God, you’re such a slut for this,” he says as he opens me up with two fingers. “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”
Abandoning my sleeve, I bite down on the ring in my lip piercing so I don’t do something embarrassing like beg him, but I can’t stop from rocking back against his hand.
A low chuckle fills the air between us, and he grips my hip with his free hand to hold me still.
“So fucking eager,” he says, working a third finger inside me.
He pumps them a few times, giving me a chance to get used to the stretch and burn from the intrusion, then abruptly pulls out of me.
I clench around nothing, my body screaming for release and feeling so damn empty.
There’s the sound of crinkling, then tearing, plastic, and I nearly sob with relief when something hard and blunt pushes against my hole.
I’m so ready for him his cockhead slips inside me with almost no resistance, but the familiar burning and stretching from before comes back as he pushes deeper. Even three fingers weren’t enough to fully prepare me for his girth, but the pain/pleasure mix helps take the edge off the intrusion as he pushes all the way inside me and bottoms out, his warm thighs pressing against my ass.
His grip on my hips is tight as he stays still for a few beats, but the gentle swipe of his thumbs over my skin helps calm some of my apprehension as my body relaxes around him.
“Fuuuuck,” he says on a low groan. “You feel so damn good. You ready to get fucked?”
I don’t have a chance to answer him before he pulls almost all the way out, then slams back into me so hard the only thing keeping me from sliding on the damp grass is the iron grip he has on my hips.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before mixes with the lingering pain from getting fucked for the first time, and I sag against the tree as he pulls me back to meet his thrusts.
The sounds of our harsh breaths and the slap of skin fills the air, and I’m acutely aware that we’re less than a dozen feet from the edge of the woods and anyone could hear us, or see us, if they were around.
That thought should freak me the fuck out, but it just doesn’t, and I lean against the tree as Xave fucks me like I’m nothing more than a sex toy that was made for his pleasure.
My dick is so hard it hurts, and I know I’m leaking like a motherfucker as my cock bounces in front of me. The occasional scrape of my cockhead against the material of my shirt sends little zings of pleasure through me, but it isn’t enough to give me any sort of relief.
Getting fucked is so much different than the times I’ve used toys on myself, and it isn’t just the different feel between a silicone dick and the real thing, or how I don’t have to do any of the work and can just stand here and take it, that makes it so much better than I ever imagined.
