Page 154 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

My abs tightened, tiling my stomach with incredible definition as I forced my entire body to accept this, to open to it, to welcome it. Carefully enough, Seth pushed the toy a little deeper into me, breaking through the pain and unlocking the well of pleasure that awaited on the other side.

The vestiges of pain faded from memory. Everything did.

The growing pressure of the toy inside me made my breath hitch, but Seth didn’t pull it back. He kept going, fractions of an inch at a time, pausing, watching, pushing it deeper.

My dick leaped off my abdomen, a silver string of precum stretching from the tip to my body, where a larger smear of it reflected the light.

“Fuck, you really like that, huh?” Seth chuckled, twisting the toy a little and pulling it half an inch back before pushing it deeper into my body.

Though long as hell, it was thin enough that I was confident I could take all of it. Seth’s steady movement reassured me, tugging it and pushing it with growing strength. His pace quickened, the spread grew wider, and the sensation intensified like I was surfing a monstrous wave. He pulled it back further, then thrust it into me deeper, making my heart beat faster and sweat break over my brow and chest.

I breathed through the open mouth, air flowing silently as my chest rose and fell with increasing speed. Every time he pushed the toy deeper, my muscles grew more tense. My toes curled, and I thrust my heels deeper into the mattress, watching Seth’s fascinated expression, the way he bit his lip, the way he stopped blinking, the way his eyes grew wider as the toy’s bottom widened. It stretched me wider, making me pant in the quick rhythm of the movement of Seth’s hands.

When I felt it inside me, the bottom narrowing suddenly, I exhaled a deep breath of air, my hole tightening around the base of the toy, its flat disk resting against my ass, still in Seth’s hand. He opened his palm and rubbed it over the bottom of the toy, sending tiny tingles through me that reached my eyeballs.

“You did it,” he whispered with mild disbelief.

“Do I get a reward?” I asked, catching my breath.

Seth gave me a deep nod. “Whatever you ask for.” His hand circled the bottom of the toy, its fractional movements doing wonders to me as it pressed passingly against my prostate.

“Take off your clothes and come here,” I said, lifting my torso. I could feel it shifting inside me, bending as I rose, the pressure increasing on my prostate until my dick throbbed with aching desperation. Precum left a long, wet streak down the shaft, the head slick and dark.

Seth stood up and took off the rest of his clothes. His dick was hard as marble and standing proud before him, curving a little to one side. He returned to the bed and knelt, one knee on either side of me.

I pulled myself back until I could lean against the piled-up pillows, and Seth sank slowly into my lap, pressing his big, firm butt against my cock. The pressure made my eyes pop, but I wrapped my arms around his compact torso and pulled him closer to me until his cock was trapped between his abs and mine.

A little huff broke over his lips as he swayed his hips gently toward me and rubbed his cock between our bodies. His balls, thick and warm, pressed tightly against my abdomen, and Seth sank a little lower again, amplifying the pressure on my dick.

“Need you inside, Damon,” he moaned, hands held together on the back of my neck. “Just fuck me. Please.”

My dick throbbed at those words, my hole tightening around the base of the toy inside me and making me choke on thin air. He reached for the lube, holding it behind me while pressing himself so close to me I felt like we were almost inside one another.

Seth moved his slick hand behind his back and down, spreading the lube over my cock and his ass.

“I’m so fucking ready for your dick,” he said.

“I love how horny you are, you little demon,” I grunted, leaning a little further back and watching him work. His dick pulsed, springing each time he moved his wet hand along my shaft. And when he lifted his ass and sank onto me again, I held my breath with all the strength I could muster.

The warmth of his body embraced me as he lowered himself onto my cock, taking me in a tiny, careful bit at a time, moaning and groaning, voice strangled and muscles tense, his honey-gold skin taut and glowing with perspiration.

Seth let go of my cock, placing his hands on my chest, and let his hips do the work, sinking lower down my length and rising higher, stretching himself and impaling his body on me, an inch more with every sway of his ass.

I cupped his cheeks, smooth, firm, so impossibly sexy that they were the stuff my dreams were made of.

I could feel him tighten around me, the pressure taking my breath away, cutting my voice short, making my eyebrows lift high up my brow. And when he relaxed, there was a naughty little smile on his face. “You like that, don’t you?” Biting his lip, he clenched his hole around my cock again, swiping one hand over the mattress and picking up the remote controller.

I was too obsessed with the sensations he could create inside me to be prepared for it. When the first pulse of vibration passed through me, I grunted and slapped my hands on his hips, yanking him down and making him cry out with pleasure.

Seth’s hands slapped my chest, the remote controller still in one hand, and he rode me faster, taking me deeper still. He let the pulse of vibration wreck my body in an unbearable monotone, holding steady and spreading through all of me with its intensity.

“And that? Do you like that, Damon?” he asked, his voice thin and focused. “You want it harder?”

“Fuck, yes,” I said.

Seth bit his lip, riding me and making me lose my mind. He swayed his hips like a freaking pro, like he’d done this a thousand times, and if he had, I wasn’t jealous for once. I was fucking thanking God for it.

His moans grew thinner, airy and faded. He ramped up the vibration setting by a few degrees, making my body pulse with new levels of tension and with this impossible need to do something more.