Ihave a dick in my ass—Bryce’s dick, of all people. I would’ve never believed someone if they ’d told me this was going to happen. I’m not complaining, butwhoa,is he big. I sucked his dick more than a few times before tonight—I love doing it—and thought I’d have trouble swallowing him down, but I managed. Having that thing inside me, though? Entirely different story. I’m so full I can feel it in my stomach—the fullness, not his dick. His dick can’t reach my stomach, right? Not possible. I think.What the fuck am I thinking? No, it’d have to reach my intestines first. Wait, shut up, brain.
“Bodie, you okay?”
“Huh?” Bryce looks confused. “Yeah, I’m great.”
“You stopped moving and said, ‘what the fuck,’ and then drifted off again.”
“I’m sorry. Just got lost in my head.” I give him a soft chuckle and begin to move on him again, leaning forward to kiss him. He cups the back of my thighs, helping me bounce on his cock. I scoff internally—like I need help. Has this man ever seen my thighs? I’m a hockey player, for fuck’s sake. Pushing him down onto his back, I place his hands over his head, pinning them to the bed.
“Stay.” His raised brows quickly turn to a lustful gaze that spurs me on.
I begin rolling my hips, sucking on his nipples one by one, and swiping the precum from my jock-clad dick—bearing the pain of the rough jock is the only reason I haven’t cum already. Without even thinking it through, I stick my precum-covered thumb into his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate to swirl his tongue around it and suck, moaning in a way that drives me even more wild.
“Yes, Oz.” It’s too much but not enough at the same time. I climb off Bryce, motioning for him to sit up. Crawling on the bed behind him, I lie flat on my stomach, legs spread wide with my dick pressed hard against the mattress, easing the pain a miniscule amount, and pop my ass out for him. “Please,” I plead, looking over my shoulder.
Bryce has never moved so fast, instantly on his feet and turning to gaze at the offering waiting for him. “Bodie, I think your ass is my new favorite thing in the world.” The firm grasp he has on my ass as he squeezes and spreads me open has me tightening my muscles under his hands. “Damn, that’s pretty.”
“If you like it so much, then do something with it.”
He chuckles and wastes no time tending to my body, sucking my entrance and flicking his tongue against it. He’s tasting parts of me that would flush my cheeks just thinking about it, except now, it has my body overheating with neediness for him to be back inside me.
The room echoes with the sound of awhackfrom his hand against my cheek. “Fuck!”
“Too much?” he asks.
I chuckle. “Not enough. Do it again.”
He’s back on me, hands and mouth working in tandem.
Whack!
“Unnghhh.” My mind is in a frenzy from his tongue breaching my hole over and over again while he smacks and kneads my ass, but even with the immense amount of stimulation, I feel a calmness—I know he’ll take care of me. I’m able to enjoy every touch, hard and soft, every sound, every pleasure. He makes it easy.
“Look at that cherry-red ass now.” Bryce stands back, admiring his work, slicking his dick again with more lube. When he lines up with me, I brace myself, grasping the sheets on the other end of the bed, trying to relax. He enters me slowly, and it doesn’t hurt like it did at first. In this position his angle is different, and when he hits what I’m guessing is my prostate, zaps of electric pleasure, shoot through my entire body.
“Aahhhh, fuuucckkk.” I’m overwhelmed with arousal, my dick immediately aching to be touched, and I would if my body could stop shaking.
“Good, Bode? You like that?”
“Yes. Yes. Keep doing that.” He slides in and out just enough to keep massaging that spot, and it’s almost too much to handle. “Goddamnit. How did—you not—?”
“You weren’t ready.” Bryce picks up his rhythm. “Just enjoy yourself.”
I am, Bryce. I am. I feel nothing but bliss. No racing thoughts. No anxiety. No need to move and keep moving. I’m just free to enjoy every sensual touch my Oz is giving me. The claps of his skin against mine get closer and closer together as he picks up his pace with every thrust into me. “Oh god, yes.”
“Yeah, babe. You’re taking it so—fuck,” he says between grunts. “You like this cock inside you?”
“Yes. Yours. Only yours.” My lungs lack the air they need as I pant each word out. I’ve never felt anything as erotic as this. I feel sexy…desired…ravished…and in ecstasy.
Bryce leans over, wrapping one arm around my shoulder, his forearm pressing into my chest, while his free hand reaches into my jock to pull me out.
“Come for me,” Bryce growls into my ear as he thrusts harder into me.
His teeth sink into my shoulder then, and the pain mixes with my pleasure, heightening every sensation and every emotion. It’s all I need to send me over the edge.
“Unnnnghh. You’re going to make me come. I’m com—” My spasming body drops to the bed, and with a palm on my back, Bryce pounds into me three more times and pulls out. In my periphery, I see him throw the condom to the side, and he begins to grunt as I feel the warmth of his cum on my back.
“Yessss.” Bryce collapses onto my side, our labored breathing the only sounds in the room.
