Trevor has an infuriatingly proud expression on his face as he straddles me, one I can’t actually be annoyed about. Heknowshis dick is impressive, but he doesn’t flaunt it. It’s simply a matter of fact.
As he knee-walks higher, stopping when he’s level with my stomach, I realize no picture or video could ever do it justice.
“I’m almost afraid to ask,” I start, wrapping my hand around the base of him, “but how long, exactly, is this thing? Eight inches?”
Trevor shrugs slightly. “Close enough.”
“Now is not the time to be modest,” I huff out. “Nine?”
Trevor wraps his hand over my own, guiding it up his shaft and then down again. My stomach clenches as I imagine this cock pressing into me. MyGod, I haven’t even written a will.
“It’ll fit,” Trevor says softly, the way he’s looking at me making me aware of just how tightly he’s holding himself together right now. “I’ll make sure every second of it feels good. I promise.”
It’s not smugness talking this time. It’s confidence. There’s no doubt in my mind Trevor will make sure I’m ready every step of the way.
I run my thumb along his slit, Trevor’s eyes hooded in a manner I’m addicted to already. “When I’ve taken this entire thing and am too delirious to form any sort of cognizant thought, I want you to remember something.”
Trevor nods for me to go on.
“I said yes to a date before I ever saw your dick. It doesn’t make you. But it’s part of you. And I’m feeling really fucking lucky you seem hell-bent on turning my world inside out.”
I let go as Trevor slides backwards, putting us face to face instead of…cock to face. “What did your friend call you that one time?”
“No,” I groan weakly.
“A marshmallow? I think I understand.”
“Go back to promising I’ll lose my voice moaning your name.”
Trevor smiles in that way he does. “I like your burnt edges, Red. And your soft ones. I can’t wait to make you melt for me…again and again and again.”
I try not to blush and fail. Trevor notices, although he doesn’t call me out for it. He simply slides a hand along the inside of my thigh until he’s nudging the plug.
“Now tell me again where you want me,” he demands.
“Between my legs,” I answer, the low thrum of arousal he’d been stoking flaring bright when he rocks the plug deeper.
“Mm. Like this? Or do you want to control the pace?”
I curse, the thought of riding that monster cock sending a jolt ofoh fuck yesstraight through me. “I will absolutely be riding you soon,” I promise him, my voice a rasp. “But not this time. I’m too fucking horny, Trevor. I’ve been thinking about this for goddamndays, and I need you torailme already. I need it so good I pass out, and I need it now. No more plugs. No more teasing. You get inside of me, you shove those damn kidneys out of the way, and you make me come so hard my housemates file a noise complaint. I need to getfucked, you hear?”
Trevor drops his face to the crux of my hip, his shoulders shaking. I’m about to tear him a new one when he gives the plug a solid twist and pulls it free. For a second, my breath stutters, cold washing over my skin, but then fingers are gliding effortlessly into me, and I forget what I was even cross about.
Trevor lifts his gaze, eyes intent on my face as he rubs and rubs, andah, fuck.
“You…” I pull in a breath and try again. “You have a condom that’ll fit, right? ’Cause if not, I might actually cry.”
He kisses my knee before sliding back, his fingers going with him. I pull in a breath as he roots around in his pants, coming back with a foil wrapper.
My relief puffs from me. “Thank fuck.”
Trevor doesn’t waste any more time. He opens the package, slides the condom down his cock, and grabs the lube. Fingers glide into me again, thicker than before. Trevor’s focus is absolute as he stretches me so wide a tremor runs down my leg. There’s no pain after using the plugs, just an intense aching desire to have that new void filled with something bigger and far more satisfying. Something that’ll push the limits of what I’ve known pleasure to be.
I’m shaking when Trevor’s fingers leave me, the man gliding a palm up my leg to tug me lower down the mattress. He moves me as easily as a damn pillow, and I can’t even be upset by it. Not when Trevor is looking at me like I’m the key to his salvation.
He notches his cock against me, dark eyes meeting mine. He doesn’t ask me if I’m ready again, knowing damn well I am. He presses forward, stretching me as wide as the plug, wider, his eyes snapping downward to track his progress. I can feel the moment his cockhead notches into place, the slight flare before he settles.
We breathe out in tandem, a sort of awe in Trevor’s gaze I can’t help but be riveted by. His hand is stroking my inner thigh, his chest rising and falling steadily. He looks transfixed by the sight of his cock slipping inside my body.
