Page 143 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

Gooseprickles covered my arms as I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him down and taking him into my throat.

When Damon pulsed inside me, he lifted himself off, groaning. “Fuck, Seth,” he said, voice strained. “That was close.”

“Give me more,” I pleaded. “All of it.”

He got up, breathing deeply, finding the balance in his feelings again.

I bit my lip, looking at him kneeling down before me again. For a moment, I felt self-conscious about it, about what I wanted. Then I decided it was an irrational feeling. So what if he knew I had been preparing for it? “I’m on PrEP,” I said. “If you…”

He cracked a smile again, kind and sexy and totally disarming. “Me too.”

“Then I want you like this,” I said. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

I reached into the drawer in the nightstand and opened it, a bottle of lube rolling into view. I picked it up and handed it to Damon.

He tossed it into the air, spinning it and catching it in one cocky move, then popped the cap off and spilled plenty of it into his hand, rubbing his cock firmly with it before placing his fingers between my cheeks.

“Look at me,” he said, voice soft but carrying that effortless note of command.

Or gazes locked as his fingers moved tenderly over my hole, pressure rising so slowly and carefully that it was nearly imperceptible.

“Relax,” he whispered.

As if by some magic, some ancient power, that single word loosened my muscles. The warmth of his finger entered my body, finally taking a step we had never dared take before. Whether he had thought he was protecting me or if he’d been unsure himself, it didn’t matter. I adored him now for waiting as much as I had hated him for denying it to me last summer.

Some tension was released from his muscles when his middle finger entered my body, sinking deep into me until his knuckles stopped him. He twisted his hand one way and then the other, exploring me as his chest rose and fell with steady breaths. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered, full lips moving as if it was all happening in slow motion.

His other hand closed around my cock, holding me without movement, feeling the throb as he pushed his finger deep into me again, getting me used to the sensation with the gentleness and ease I never would have expected from Damon had I not known him so intimately already. As it was, I knew what I would get from him. I knew how tender he could be, even when he pushed me to my limits.

The space between Damon’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he moved his finger a little, pressing it against my prostate so that my entire body tensed, and I grabbed the linens under me as if I would rip them apart.

“There you are,” he murmured, pulling his finger back and adding another one.

He was so thorough, so careful, stretching me wider with each twist of his hand, slicking me with lube, and filling me with his body until my eyes rolled back in my head and my lips parted desperately, voice no longer coming out, air stuck in my throat.

Damon’s hand jerked faster, two fingers penetrating me all the way to his knuckles, sliding in, curving, rubbing against my prostate until the small of my back lifted, my head sinking into the pillow.

Everything felt good. The softness of the fabric beneath me, the fingers sliding into me, and the rumble of Damon’s voice as he whispered sweet things about me.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “Damon, please, I can’t fucking wait anymore.”

He thrust his fingers into me, forcing a moan over my lips, and pulled them out slowly, the tips of his fingers massaging my slick hole for a minute longer.

“Give me the pillow,” he said, reaching over with his other hand.

I lifted my head and handed him the pillow, which he tucked under the small of my back and lifted my legs until my feet were planted half on the sides of his pecs and half under his armpits, toes sinking into his bulging muscles.

He leaned down, bending my body and lifting my ass in one slow move. His cock, slick and bare, pressed against my hole.

“I’ll go easy,” he assured me as I caught his gaze and held it.

The pressure went from zero to a hundred in an instant. A heartbeat of panic washed over me before I exhaled and relaxed, feeling him break through and enter me.

My voice came out quietly at first, barely even a whisper, before it strengthened into a moan that ravaged my body. He entered me, pain flashing brightly for one second or two, then pulled back and let me ride it out. When he tried again, I was ready, willing, desperate. I held my breath. He thrust his dick into me, pushing four inches to start with and swaying his hips back and forth until I began to breathe again.

I had been smart to use the last two days to get ready for him. The size of his cock still surprised me now that I could feel it inside my body, filling me and pushing deep into me. It felt so close to unbearable that it made me bite my lip in anticipation, almost as if I would have to stop him any moment now. Yet that difference between what we could and couldn’t do was so clear, so large, so definitive that I knew there was no need to stop.

“Just like that,” he assured me, leaning a little lower again until a lock of hair fell over his brow and touched mine. His lips pressed against mine, tongue reaching into my mouth, as his hips sped up again.