I gasp, body clenching around the intrusion. It's been years since anyone touched me like this. Years since I let anyone close enough to try. The burn is immediate, intense, and I push back against it like a glutton.
"More."
"Greedy." But he gives me another finger, stretching me open, scissoring until the burn fades into something deeper. Something that makes my toes curl and my cock leak onto the sheets beneath me.
He crooks his fingers, finds that spot inside me, and presses. My body jerks, a sound tearing out of my throat that doesn't sound human.
"There it is," he murmurs. "Found you."
He works that spot mercilessly, rubbing and pressing until I'm writhing beneath him, my cock dripping a puddle onto the sheets, my hands clawing at the pillows. Every time I get close to the edge, he backs off. Lets me come down. Then does it again.
"Fuck." His name comes out like a prayer. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. Please, I want—" I break off into a moan as he adds a third finger, the stretch bordering on painful, exactly what I need. "I need you inside me."
"I am inside you."
"You know what I mean, you fucking—"
He shoves his fingers deep and I lose the ability toform words.
"What was that?" His voice is raspy. "I didn't quite catch it."
"Asshole," I manage. "You're an asshole."
"And you're going to take my cock like a good boy, aren't you?"
The words hit me somewhere primal. My hole clenches around his fingers, my cock twitching against my stomach.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I'll take it. I'll take whatever you give me. Just please, Jagger, please—"
My breath catches as he almost makes me cum.
"I'm not going to break," I tell him when I can breathe again. "Stop treating me like I'm fragile."
"You are fragile." A fourth finger joins the others, and I keen into the pillow. "You're the most fragile thing I've ever touched. And I'm going to wreck you anyway."
"Then do it. Break me."
His fingers withdraw. I hear him slick himself up, feel the blunt head of his cock press against my hole. He's bigger than his fingers. Much bigger.
"Deep breath," he says, and then he's pushing inside.
The stretch is overwhelming. I bite the pillow hard enough to taste feathers, my hands fisting in the sheets, my body trembling as he feeds me inch after inch. It hurts. It hurts so fucking good.
He bottoms out with a groan, his hips flush against my ass, and for a moment neither of us moves. I can feel himeverywhere. Inside me, around me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath hot against the back of my neck.
"Fucking hell, you’re tight," he says, and his voice cracks on the word.
"If you don't start moving, I'm going to kill you."
He laughs. Actually laughs, low and surprised, and then he pulls back and slams home.
