My body folds instinctively toward his, chasing the pressure before I can stop myself. Every coherent thought evaporates, replaced by the overwhelming need for more friction.
Colten doesn’t waste his opening.
While I'm distracted, grinding shamelessly against his leg, his other leg snakes between mine. Before I realize what's happening, he's slipped free of my hold and rolled us over.
A second later, my face is buried in the mattress with Colten stretched over my back.
My hips instinctively rock against the sheets, the rough drag of the fabric teasing rather than satisfying.
That familiar swoop I feel whenever Colten pins me during our wrestling crashes through me so hard I can’t hold back a moan as I arch my back under him. He has my arms held behind my back, forcing my face against the bedsheets.
“Looks like I get to keep my streak,” Colten says, the smug asshole.
Before I can retort, he pushes his hips up against my ass, andoh—my mind fills with static as I feel his bare dick rub between my cheeks, the hot, swollen head dragging right up and down against my twitching, empty hole.
A dizzying wave of need crashes over me so suddenly I have to squeeze my eyes shut just to keep from cumming right there and then.
He isn’t even inside of me yet, but just feeling him rub against me, the weight and heat of his dick searing into my own skin, so close to just slipping in…
"Please," I breathe, pushing back against him before the word tumbles out again."Please,Colten."
“Please, what?” Colten, the absolute asshole, asks.
He drags his dick extra slow right over the opening, before grinding his head against my hole, but never hard enough to actually enter. He just keeps pushing against it, slipping past it over and over again in a taunting, frustrating rhythm.
“Please fuck me!” I beg, straining against his hold as I push back against him, trying to get him to finally slip inside me and fill me up.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he drawls, leaning forward, his dick tightly tucked between my cheeks, before pulling back and raising my hips up to place a pillow underneath.
Despite my dick being hard enough to score from the halfway line, my face still burns at having my ass presented, propped up and open for Colten.
Embarrassing…but not embarrassing enough to stop.
Until he leaves the bed entirely.
“What are you doing?” I ask, holding myself back from tackling him and forcing him back into bed with me.
He squats over his luggage, rummaging through it. “Cum isn’t a real substitute for lube, especially not for a virgin.”
“You have lube?” I ask, curious. He brought lube with him? Did he expect we would go this far?
“I have an extensive first aid kit,” he says, standing up and holding up a packet of lube.
“...Why is that even in a first aid kit? That’s weird.”
“I’ve always stocked some in there since freshman year to make sure everyone stays safe,” Colten says before climbing back on the bed and behind me. “You’ll thank me in about thirty seconds.”
That makes a shiver go down my back, especially as I hear the sound of paper ripping. His hand then pulls my ass cheek open, exposing my stretched out hole.
I can hear him hiss, and I look back to see him slather the lube over his dick. I think about laughing at his annoyed expression, as he’s clearly not enjoying how cold the lube is, but manfully resist.
I forget all about his silly expression when he pushes forward just enough for the head of his lube-covered dick to finally slip in.
We both groan as he stretches me even wider than his fingers, my body shaking as I both want to push closer to him, or press away from what I begged for.
I end up staying where I am, shaking as Colten slowly pushes himself in, bit by bit, slowly filling me with the heavy heat of his dick.
I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams, experiencing the most strangely arousing feeling of my life while also questioning if this is really happening.
