Page 86 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 2

Tyler released my dick and pressed his finger gently near my hole, dragging it up and down and moving it in circles around my rim. He rubbed and massaged and I felt it when his saliva dropped on me from a few inches above. He picked it up with his finger and rubbed it a little firmer. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yes,” I panted.

The truth was, I didn’t know if I was ready or not. I just knew I couldn’t stay like this, strung in suspense and shivering for something else to happen. And when he pressed his finger hard against my hole, all of me tensed and closed in defense. Despite my best attempts, I couldn’t control my instincts.

Tyler pulled back. “Not yet,” he said almost like he found it amusing. There was nothing judgmental or disappointed in his tone. I loved how careful he was. I loved how tender and sweet he was. And he leaned in, pressing his tongue softly against my hole again. Moment after incredible moment, I felt my body relaxing.

“Try now,” I pleaded, figuring out how to remain relaxed while his finger added a little bit of pressure. My hole clenched once, briefly before I forced it to be calm.

What rolled over my lips was something between a cry of joy and a desperate sob. Tyler’s finger slipped inside of me and my whole body lit up. It was like some crazy adrenaline drug was injected into my bloodstream.

“Does it hurt?” Worry mixed with curiosity in his tone. He wouldn’t want to hurt me, but he also wanted to know before it was his turn to try it.

“No,” I whispered, finding my voice somewhere deep within. I felt like my soul was far outside my body. Like my voice was no longer mine. “It doesn’t hurt at all.” My words were followed by another sob-like sound, but now I heard what it was. It was happiness. It was pure happiness at the discovery that it was fine. We weren’t going to have to give each other up over this. No, it wasn’t a scary, painful thing. In fact, it felt so good that my vision was becoming blurry and happy tears made my eyes wet.

Tyler’s finger pulled back and returned deeper into me. He was very carefully slow and gentle with me, but he couldn’t know how it crazed me. He didn’t know how badly I wanted to feel more of him inside of me.

Erratically, my body came alert, tightening, closing, protecting itself from this new sensation, but I reminded myself each time that nothing felt this good. It was alright. It was safe.

When we agreed that Tyler should add another finger to prepare me better for what would come after, my body went through the same loops. It flinched and then warmed up to the sensation. And with the second finger, I was beginning to understand what it was like to be stretched. I didn’t know all my other muscles were tense until they seared with exertion. I didn’t know how to relax them, so I simply focused on where it felt the best and where it mattered the most. I was vaguely aware of sweat breaking over my back and brow, but I fully felt Tyler’s tongue when he pressed it above my hole, saliva dribbling over his fingers and entering me.

The thought crossed my mind and made me shudder with this powerful feeling. I didn’t know what to call it. His spit was inside of me, I realized. The saliva from Tyler’s body entered mine. The thought was glowing hot in my brain and my heart.

More, I thought. I want more. I must have said it aloud because Tyler asked if I was sure. And when I whimpered that I was sure, he added another finger, making my eyes bulge for one long moment. It felt like minutes were passing, even if, in truth, it was a matter of seconds. The ripping, splitting sensation traveled up my torso as if his whole arm was impaling me. At my choked cry, he paused, but I pushed myself back on his fingers, and he understood his task.

Probing me and slicking me with spit, Tyler fingered me for a long time. I couldn’t be bothered with concepts such as minutes and hours. They were totally irrelevant when there were pleasures like this. I wanted them gone. I didn’t need time; I needed Tyler. Forever like this.

I could feel it. His fingers were sliding in and out of me easily, slipping and dipping and turning as he spun his wrist this way and that. Now and again, his fingers would press something inside of me that sent a jolt of pure, unfiltered happiness into my heart. That was when I heard myself whisper again. “Fuck me, Ty. I want your dick, baby.”

When he pulled his fingers out of me, I felt their absence like it was something vital he’d removed from my body. I longed for him so desperately that I couldn’t pour it into words. There wasn’t a word as big and clever and beautiful as what I felt for him just then. His skillful slip of the condom and the generous amount of lube he applied filled me with courage even as I reminded myself that every expectation I’d had in the last month was blown out of existence by the beauty of reality.

And when his thick cock pressed against my hole, I thought I knew what to expect. Even so, leaning back on it was slow, and Tyler was careful with his movements. I realized I was gritting my teeth against the same tearing sensation that ripped through me in white flashes, but I didn’t change it. I was holding my breath, fighting tooth and nail for what I wanted us to do, and the most incredible thing followed after a few heartbeats. All those near-painful sensations burst away like a soap bubble. Pure heat remained, filling me and sending ripples of joy through my entire body. And when Tyler swung his hips back and thrust them forward again, I knew we had done it right.

Pushing my torso up and supporting myself with balled fists punched against the floor, I leaned back and impaled myself deeper down his long dick. I’d expected to struggle and suffer and persevere for the simple joy of pleasing him, for the shot at making him mine, but the reality was immeasurably better.

I loved this.

I loved the moments in which his dick moved into me, pressing that special spot that made my eyes well with tears of joy, and I loved when he pulled himself back, nearly slipping out before stopping, only to charge into me again. Every little detail was better than I had hoped for because I had only hoped to push through it and not hate it. Loving it had been too much to pray for.

“Fuck, baby,” Tyler moaned. “Fuck, you’re so nice and tight.” He was thrusting his dick into me in short, careful moves. I couldn’t feel the rest of him pressing against my ass, so I knew he wasn’t as deep as he could be. I also knew my body wasn’t ready to take him that deep. There was some odd resistance inside of me, something that simply wouldn’t let him pass. But the longer he swung us back and forth, the more willing my body was to accept him.

Tyler slapped his hands on my shoulders and yanked me up. I rose, kneeling tall until my upper back touched his chest. He wrapped one arm around my midsection and his right hand was on my hip. Something in me surrendered, finally understanding that this was nothing to worry about. This was beautiful in every way. There was no harm in it. As that feeling went away, my body relaxed fully, and Tyler pushed himself deeper into me.

A long groan rolled out of my throat and I clutched the arm that wrapped around me. Our bodies found a pace they agreed on — it definitely wasn’t my conscious mind that directed us; that was too far gone to control anything — and they moved in such harmony that I couldn’t give credit to our wits. This was what being soulmates meant, I understood.

When Tyler wrapped both his arms around me, ramming his cock faster and deeper into me, I opened my throat for air to shoot out of and pour into my lungs freely. Panting, gasping, moaning, I received all Tyler had to give me, and I knew it was precisely what I wanted. No more, no less. This was it.

“Do you like this, baby?” he panted into my ear.

I leaned my head back so that his lips dragged over my face. Our sweaty heads pressed together. “Give it to me, Ty,” I begged. “Fuck me, baby.”

Tyler dragged his clean left hand down my torso, pressing his open palm against my abs, and found my hard dick. I’d forgotten about it. I’d forgotten all about the urge to stroke myself to orgasm. Nothing existed beyond this incredible feeling of receiving him as deeply as I could. Even though he was entering me deeper than before, I knew that this wasn’t all of him. Not yet. It was something to work for, to practice, and to earn. The thought was oddly inspiring and thrilling.

As Tyler wrapped his fingers gently around my dick, I choked on a moan. My mouth snapped closed, my eyes squeezed shut, and my hole clenched around the base of Tyler’s dick. I knew he felt it because he stumbled and whimpered.

“Please,” I murmured over through my grinding teeth. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”

He did, although I wondered if it slowed him down that I couldn’t seem to open myself to him as I had before. My dick was throbbing, and he was grinding against my special place, sliding in and out hard, although not as fast as earlier.