Page 5 of Free Fall #1

I squeeze my eyes closed, and the scents of sex mix with the detergent he uses on his sheets. I want to beg him to get on with it, but his coarse thumb pumping in and out of me, rubbing my hole and massaging me open, has me too incoherent to gather the words.

I know the moment he’s decided to get on with fucking me because he pulls down on my hole, opening me a little roughly in a way that makes my knees give out and my cock flex.

The wet quilt falls from my lips, and the van pulses with a warm, sexy energy.

Removing his thumb, Dan lines up, and I feel the bluntness of his cockhead for only a moment before—

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I moan. The damp quilt rubs against my cheek as I squeeze handfuls of blanket and bear down to accept him inside. “Oh, holy fuck.”

In my experience, scrawny, tight-muscled guys are always the most well-hung and, shit , Dan’s thickness is going to leave some tenderness behind.

Especially if we do this more than once like he said.

And I really hope we do because I can already tell he’s going to hit my prostate just right.

I pant and whine as he slides in deeper, slowly, slowly .

The gentle curve of his dick rubs over my gland and gives me a breathtaking, flashing warning that this fuck is going to drive me mad.

Dan clutches my hips and thrusts the final inches in all at once.

“Yes!” I cry, my asshole spasming around the base of his cock.

I feel so full, so tight around him, like he’s cleaving me in half and owning my ass entirely.

The way his hands clench my hips, holding me tight and fast, keeping me from inching away from his fully-seated thrust is irrationally hot.

He shuffles forward a little, closing all the space between us so I feel his hairy legs against my own, and his hip bones sharp against my ass cheeks.

“Like this?” he whispers.

“Oh, oh fuck !”

“Do you?” he presses.

I nod and whimper. Christ, do I like it.

I like it so fucking much that my cock is right there ready to spurt.

My balls are drawn up tight, and my hole convulses around Dan’s dick, pulses of pleasure that threaten to swamp me.

It really has been too damn long. I’m going to come before he’s even made his first stroke.

“You’re…” Dan gulps, his calloused fingers going impossibly tighter on my hips, holding me still. “So hot.”

He doesn’t seem to be able to say much more than that, and I get it because everything about this situation is adding up to make me explode without even working for it.

Dan grips me tightly, shoves in deeper, and holds himself there for a long, beautiful moment before bending low to kiss my exposed shoulder blade.

I tremble, and he nudges my shirt up a little higher with his nose to kiss the space between my shoulder blades too.

“You smell amazing,” he murmurs, and then he leans back, gaining his footing again, and slides a hand into my long hair. “Is this all right? Can I hold your hair like this?”

I’m so stuffed with his dick and so aroused that my cock is leaking all over his quilts, but all I can think is that if he slams into me, holding my hair like that?

He’ll own me. I said I’m not kinky with strangers, but that may have been a lie because right now all I want is for him to dominate me, fuck me hard and rough until I shoot my load screaming.

“Yes,” I manage to get out, though my throat is closing with excitement. “You can do whatever you want.”

He hesitates, like he knows that’s too much permission—and it is—but then he does take hold of my hair and wraps it around his fist until I feel a pleasant burn.

After a moment, he tugs hard enough to lift my head up from the mattress, forcing my neck back and my face forward.

I open my eyes. Twinkle lights line the back door of the van and, for a moment, my attention locks onto the painted dark blue windows there.

I dig my fingers into the blankets and groan.

Tight on both ends now—tight around Dan’s cock and tightly held by his fist in my hair.

“This too much?” Dan whispers. My stretched hole throbs with each thud of my heartbeat.

“No,” I whisper back. “Do it.”

“Alright, I will,” Dan says, and he sounds like a man about to take on something daring, something terrifying.

But what he’s taking is me.

The slide of his cock out is easy, making me twist as the sensation lights me up inside, but the drive in is hard, forcing me to grunt and convulse like an animal.

Dan hushes me as he sets up a rough pace, his hips slapping crudely against my ass.

My eyes roll up, the burn of my scalp growing as he tugs my hair, and my nipples ache and scrape against the soft material of my t-shirt.

I wish I had clamps on them… or his teeth.

I wish there was more of Dan to go around so that his hands could rub over my skin as he plows into me, and his teeth could bite my flesh, and his tongue could tease my nipples.

Overcome with need, I writhe against the mattress, trying to get enough friction on my cock, and I let him ride me hard.

I gasp when he releases my hair, pulls free of my grasping ass, and hoists my lower half up so that my knees catch the edge of the mattress.

He climbs on behind me, grips my hair once more, and pushes inside again.

Face down, ass up, one of his hands on my hip, the other tugging my hair, I keen with pleasure.

My fists grip and release the blankets and my toes curl as he rails me.

I’m in hookup heaven. All my nerves are alight with lust, pleasure, and that special risky frisson that comes from being fucked by a stranger.

And not just any stranger, but one who seems hellbent on making me lose my mind.

“Dan,” I squeak out as he rubs past my prostate again. My thighs quake and my balls clench like I’m going to jizz everywhere without even getting one of his rough hands on my dick.

“Dan that’s…that’s…” I can’t find the words to say how good it is.

But he seems to get the wrong message because he slows down, gasping, “I’m sorry. Is this too much?”

“Fuck no,” I say, reaching back to slap his thigh with my palm. “More. Harder.”

“Harder?” He seems skeptical.

“Harder,” I demand.

I’m almost sorry I asked for it.

I’ve never been fucked like this before.

Clutching at whatever I can get my hands on, I end up with his pillow smashed up against my howling face as I shake and shout.

My balls draw up so tight I might pass out if I don’t come.

My God, I’ve never felt this kind of power in a man’s body, and I think I might actually die if he stops, but I might pass out if he doesn’t.

He jerks my hair, lifting my face up again, and my world goes white and wild.

Nerve endings fire, my hips jerk and shake, and with a warbling shout I’m coming.

I convulse beneath Dan’s ongoing thrusts, and when I think my pleasure is going to be the end of me, I jolt through one last burst of orgasm.

Crying out loudly and then collapsing, I reach back to touch Dan’s thigh as he slams into me one more time and shoots into the condom with a comparatively calm little grunt escaping his throat.

“Well,” he says, as he collapses against my back, a sweaty mess of skin and shoved-aside t-shirts, and quakes against me. “That was really fucking good .”

I can’t even speak. I’ve never shot harder and for such a long time.

I can feel the slick of my come beneath me on the bedclothes, and the amount of it is astonishing, especially since I just jerked off last night.

But Dan isn’t the kind of guy to take silence as agreement, apparently, because he lifts up and whispers, “You all right? I wasn’t too rough, was I? ”

“I said hard,” I scrape out. “You gave me hard.”

“But…” He gently tugs out of me, and I moan as his cock leaves my body, making me feel weird and gaped open. Dan kneels up, hunches over me, and spreads my ass cheeks with his palms to take a look. “Does it hurt? I’ve got some arnica and—”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I lie. Because of course it does, but I like how it hurts, and I really want him to get hard again before too long and see if he can bring me off at even half the strength of that last orgasm.

Holy crap, coming out to this stranger’s van has been the best decision of my entire sexual life, it seems.

That’s confirmed when he says, “If you’re sure,” and then leans down and gently kisses my asshole , just a sweet press of his lips.

My hips twitch involuntarily, and I moan. He laughs softly, and then licks it lightly. “I don’t taste any blood,” he says, and then, with hands gentle on my ass cheeks now, he proceeds to rim me again.

His thick tongue. Slick lips. Sharp teeth. The works.

Tears well in my eyes as he pleasures my hole. I shake like a leaf, spread out on his mattress, pierced to the quick. I’m not sure what’s going on in me, but tears slide down my cheeks as he works. Chills and pleasure almost too good to bear sweep over me and I groan and gasp.

Dan doesn’t act like my tears are weird when he looks up from his dedication to my hole and sees them. He just runs his thumb through the wetness on my cheek, and asks, “These tears are good? Or bad?”

I whimper, “Good.”

“Nice. I can’t wait to fuck you again.” But then he goes back to work on my hole, and I’m delirious by the time he finally slides into me for the second time.

I’m dazed, muddled, and transported by pleasure.

Somewhere deep inside, I recognize that I’m vulnerable and exposed.

Dan could kill me right now, and I’d simply let him, drowning in my enraptured state.

But he doesn’t. Unless you count the exquisite and painfully good la petite morts he subjects me to over the course of the night. And, in that case, he kills me three more times before the sun comes up.