Page 15 of Free Fall #1

Shaking hard now, riding small spasms that grip and release me, I push my tongue against the gag as tears gather behind my squeezed-closed lids before slipping down my cheeks.

The sensation of his tongue fucking in and out of me, licking my hole, and working me over is overwhelming.

I’m on the verge of either coming or kicking Dan away when he sits back, grabs a condom and lube, and asks, “Can I fuck you?”

I nod, lifting my knees further back, presenting my saliva-wet hole to him, begging with my body.

He gets himself positioned, and I realize just as he’s pushing against my hole that I’m about to be full on both ends—stuffed with the ball gag and stuffed by cock. The thought makes my eyes roll up and my dick spurt needily.

He thrusts in slowly, carefully, darting glances between my face and hole, checking on me as he works his way inside.

I grip the back of my knees, nails digging into my skin, and my legs twitch as the curve of his cock rubs my prostate perfectly.

When he lets out a low, deep growl, I tremble all over.

My nipples ache, and my hole burns with the stretch.

I throw my head back once he’s fully seated inside, his hips flush against my butt.

He grinds his pubic hair over my sensitive rim while he digs in hard.

I want to curse, but I can’t with my mouth full, and my tongue shoves against the ball gag again as I leak more tears and start shaking in earnest. My legs quiver, my body jitters, and Dan stares down at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He glows with lust and a soft fondness that’s addictive.

I suddenly realize I’m not sure how I’m supposed to move on from sex with Dan.

Like…this is just a hookup. But no lover, no other hookup, and no boyfriend has ever brought me to this sort of intense madness.

Just like last time, I realize Dan can do anything to me right now and I won’t stop him.

I’m under his spell and his command, and I need it like air.

Speaking of air, I’m pulling it through my nose hard as I prepare to be fucked into the stratosphere. Dan seems to be gathering his energy for it, grinding against me, breathing slowly in and out like he’s preparing for something difficult.

Catching my eye, Dan’s expression grows even softer.

He leans forward, carefully pushing some hair away from my face, unsticking it from where my tears and saliva have it plastered to my skin.

His calloused fingers scrape over my chin, over my lips stretched around the ball gag, and then up to my cheekbones, and over to my ears, just touching my face gently while roughly grinding against my hole down below.

The juxtaposition is exquisite and maddening.

I want to beg him to fuck me hard with long, deep strokes, but I can’t say anything at all.

Just whimper, grunt, moan, and leak tears.

Which has never happened with any other guys either.

He’s making me a wet mess all over—dripping cock, leaking eyes, lubed-up hole.

But before I can get self-conscious about that, he pulls his hands from my face, grips my hips, and forces me even harder onto his cock.

“I’m going to fuck you really goddamn hard now.

Shake your head if you don’t want that. Nod if you do. ”

I only nod once before he’s fucking into me like a wild, bucking horse.

I scream against the ball gag and toss my head on the mattress.

His strong arms lock next to me, holding him up off my body so each thrust gets maximum force as he strokes in and out, and my cock gets no stimulation from his taut belly.

His cock rams across my prostate with each thrust and I convulse hard, losing my grip on my legs so that my feet jerk against his hunching back.

Pushing up to his knees, Dan effortlessly tosses my calves over his shoulders and bends me in half before somehow, some way, ramping up his slamming thrusts.

Faster. Harder. I scrabble against the bed, grabbing hold of the sheets and gripping them for all I’m worth.

I’m sure I’m going to come any second, but I don’t.

As the blissful tension builds and builds, Dan shoves my hands up by my head, holding them there as he begins to perspire.

The heat and warmth grows between us, the scent of sex and sweat.

I groan and writhe, desperate now, working hard to reach orgasm from his thrusts against my prostate alone, shaking all over as chill bumps race over my skin, but I don’t come.

Dan, for his part, drinks me in with a greedy, smirking expression, like he’s nowhere close to climax and can keep me like this forever if he wants to, and fuck I want him to.

I’m pretty sure every stupid choice in my life that has led me to this moment of sheer, utter, insane physical bliss has been worth it because I hadn’t ever known this level of pleasure exists.

Until now. Now I can never forget.

Dan’s hazel eyes are burning hot, eating me up with his gaze as greedily as he’d eaten my asshole.

My cock is neglected between our bodies, straining toward him and getting no contact.

I guess because he’s not a cock man? But I can’t bring myself to give a shit when I’m losing it like this from being fucked like a goddamn rag doll.

As if I’m not six feet tall. As if I’m not a grown man.

Dan fucks me like I’m tiny, and he’s going to break me with his dick.

I convulse again but this time the pleasure doesn’t release, it just intensifies and grows.

My cock goes harder than ever, and my balls tighten so much I feel woozy.

I pull air in and out of my nose, sounding like a racehorse, and sweating like one too.

I want to come, but I can’t get there. I twist my hands around and struggle against Dan’s grip on my wrists, trying to fight this orgasm out of my body.

Dan releases me, but bats my hands away from my cock when I go right for it.

“Shh,” he says, pushing my hands to my sides and stopping his thrusting. “Shh, now. Don’t touch yourself.”

His voice is throaty, deep, and rough, and it feels like it’s stroking over my skin, running its vibrations over my cock, and I cry out, wanting to come so badly I can taste it.

“I’m going to take your gag off,” Dan says, and I barely hear him as I hang there on the edge of orgasm—so close and yet so far.

He leans over and flicks some kind of safety and pulls the gag from my mouth. Strings of spit slide over my cheeks as he tosses it aside, and then he leans down to capture my lips with his.

Jolting in shock, I explode in pleasure as his tongue slides over mine, a sudden brutal orgasm stealing my sanity.

I shout into his mouth, my body pulsing around his dick still shoved so deep inside.

My jizz flies over my stomach, up to his chest, into my hair, and all over the sheets.

Dan kisses me through it, holding on to my chin and eating my wails of bliss.

Then he thrusts twice, grunts in that deep, almost soundless way he has when he comes, and jolts hard against me.

He stops kissing me as he climaxes, but he nuzzles my tear-and-saliva-wet cheeks, rubs his face in my hair, and kisses my neck, almost wallowing in my body as his prolonged orgasm shakes him.

I’m still shaking too, with hard little aftershocks that stun me.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers as it finally ends. “You are the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

“Same.” I can’t say more. I’m at my wits’ end because I don’t think Dan can be a seahorse, but he’s definitely someone I can’t just walk away from now. At least not this part of him. Because this part of Dan makes me feel like I’m a universe being born and he’s my maker.

And that’s terrifying.

And beautiful.

I want to fuck him for years.

As he pulls himself out of my body, leaving me empty and a little sore, I only know one thing: I need more of him, as much as I can get.

Unbelievably, after only a short rest and some water, as well as some sweet words of praise from Dan for what he calls my “unholy fucking skills,” I get more.

This time we sixty-nine our way to less intense, but still wonderful orgasms, before he smears liniment from the first aid kit over my hole and collapses next to me.

“It was great fucking you, Doc,” he says. “You can stay and rest a while if you want.” And he promptly falls asleep.

Feeling unsure of how to feel about what he’s said—so dismissive and lacking intimacy after what we’ve just shared, what he’s given me, and what I’ve let him have in return, I lie next to him, listening to his breathing.

I consider getting dressed to go, but before I can, Dan throws an arm around my waist, and presses his entire body tight against my side.

So… I stay.

*

Dan

I wake to the ping of a phone alert, but it’s not my phone because my notifications tone is different. I blink my eyes open and see a mass of black hair sliding over a sleek, naked back as Sejin reaches for his jeans and fishes his cell phone out of his back pocket.

“Oh,” he says in a cute combination of sleepy and happy. “It’s a VLive notification.”

“Mm.” I flip onto my back and gaze at him as he clicks something on his phone, and then scoots back against the padded van wall, yawns attractively and eyes his screen. The tinny sound of voices speaking another language reaches me through his phone speakers.

“Is it okay if I watch?” he asks. “I missed the last one.”

I yawn too, and sit up a little, curious about how it is that I’ve apparently let some man, this man in particular, sleep over in the van with me.

Did I ask him to? I can’t remember. I just remember coming three glorious times after a long, hard day of climbing, not to mention that brutal fall, and after busting that last sweet nut into Sejin’s hot mouth just… sort of falling asleep.