Page 50 of Regret Me Not
Pierce didn’t hesitate—but hedidhave to adjust himself to make sure he didn’t squash his dick against the bed and tweak it forever.
Hal got between his legs, spread his cheeks, and stuck two slick fingers inside. Pierce bucked into the intrusion, driving them deeper.
“More,” he begged. “Are you happy?”
Hal kept thrusting them and pulling back, and Pierce’s body ached with need, hot and cold sweat popping out on his brow, on his back. OhGod, he needed the whole reaming act. He pulled his knees carefully under him, feeling some stiffness, some pulling on muscles, but thanks to the work he’d done this month, thanks to the massage earlier in the day, no pain.
And he sat there, spread and vulnerable, and begged the most intimate of acts from a kid he hadn’t known a month ago but couldn’t imagine not knowing tomorrow.
“Cocky, aren’t ya?” Hal asked, thrusting his fingers in harder and faster. A cool slick drizzled down the fingers, and Hal spread it around. Pierce groaned, welcoming the stretch, the invasion, wanting more.
“You’re the one with the cock,” Pierce taunted back. “Are you going to do something with it?”
Hal bit his asscheek delicately, the tiny needles of pain driving Pierce higher.
“You think you’re ready?” Hal asked, voice muffled in Pierce’s flesh.
“I am,” Pierce begged. “I am. I so am.”
Hal moved from the vee of his legs. “On your side again,” he ordered, then changed his voice. “It’s good you can do this for a little bit now, but I don’t want to take you like this—it might rip some things that just got stretched, okay?”
“Deal,” Pierce mumbled, rolling to his side and propping his knee up again. “Now are you gonna—yes….”
There was something irrevocable about someone’s cock in your ass.
Hal’s cock was sized generously, but it was more than that. It was flesh inside your flesh, it was giving somebody a pass to your body and hoping they respected you enough to not hurt you.
Hal’s body could have hurt, but it didn’t. It filled Pierce, stretching him more, destroying his guards, the shelters Pierce had hidden in, the barriers he’d erected, swearing that he and he alone could exist behind those walls.
Hal battered them down and took their place, and Pierce cried out, not in pain, not even in pleasure, although he was aroused beyond endurance, but in surrender.
Still, Hal kept thrusting, keptfucking, and Pierce cried out again, gibbering, begging, needing more, and more, and more—
“Now,” Hal panted. “Nowyou can grab your cock! C’mon, Pierce, stroke it. Squeeze it. Thumb on the top, dig it into the pee slit—that’s right… tighten for me, baby. C’mon… you’re almost there… oh God… you’re so warm. So hot. So good. Come, baby… come for me….Come!”
Pierce shouted, the orgasm contracting all his muscles, even the ones wrapped around Hal’s cock. His cock spurted, his hand growing hot and sticky. Hal gave a strangled cry behind him, and Pierce felt it, Hal’s spend, scalding a path inside.
Claimed. Marked. Wanted.
Pierce moaned softly as come trickled from his backside, his entire body trembling with reawakened arousal—and more.
He belonged to somebody. Somebody in his life wanted him, had staked a claim, body and soul.
The thought was annihilating—and it spiked his desire like nothing else in the world.
Hal’s turn to moan, and he bit the juncture of Pierce’s neck and shoulder.
“Again,” Hal whispered.
“Oh God yes.”
“Again,” Hal chanted, snapping his hips so they bounced off Pierce’s backside. His cock had hardened already, gotten, if anything, fatter and more demanding.
“Please.”
“Again!”
And Hal fucked him hard, without mercy, without hesitation.