Page 54 of This Might Hurt

I lift my head so I can see his face. He’s flushed, the back of one hand pressed to his mouth.

When I stop licking him, he drags his eyes open and shoots me a dirty look, then nods raggedly when he realizes I’m waiting for an answer.

I suck on his cock through the fabric, then slide off the scrap of overpriced designer nonsense and throw it aside.

Heart pounding, I skim my fingers along the soft twin curves of his ass.

“Hey, you might want to cover your mouth again.”

“Hm?” He frowns at me.

I duck my head and spread his cheeks with my hands to expose his hole.

“You saved this for me to fuck, didn’t you?

” I nuzzle my nose deep between his cheeks and lap at it in slow, deep strokes, my spit trailing down his crack.

He tastes perfectly clean, like a breeze by the ocean.

I can hear the slap of his hand over his mouth a split second before he lets out a choked wail into his palm.

Catching his thighs so he can’t crush me again, I lick thoroughly up his taint until he’s glistening.

When I toy with his balls under the sensitive, waxed skin, rolling them around with my tongue, he humps the air weakly with his dripping cock.

Deciding whether to take it in my mouth or return to his ass is the hardest choice of my life.

Eventually I compromise by wrapping my fingers around his needy dick and stroking while I make out with his hole until I feel it starting to relax for me.

He’s stopped crying, reduced to low, drunk-sounding moans into his arm.

His body, which is always fighting to be tall enough, strong enough, is all loose and hungry now.

Grabbing the bottle of lube, I climb up to sit on his chest. He’s panting, sweaty, half-undone, his eyes dazed and willing, like the screenshot you save from a filthy video and look at fifty times a day.

I could come just from knowing I did this to him.

“Do you want to lube me?” For a second, I regret asking.

I thought it might be nice for him to get acquainted with what’s going inside his ass, but if he realizes I’m trying to include him like it’s some kind of high school group project he’ll snap out of it and punch me in the nuts.

He just nods and holds up one shaky palm.

As I pour a stream of clear, cold liquid into it, I can feel his body twitching helplessly under me, looking for friction.

“Here.” I lean back and rest my hands on his hips to hold my weight, so he can focus on my cock.

When he wraps his fingers carefully around it, my thighs spasm and I almost come on his face again.

I have to tip my head back and grit my teeth to keep myself together.

I think I made the right choice, letting him do this.

There’s something searching and unfamiliar in the way he spreads the lube along my shaft, how his fingers slide hesitantly around the base of my head and over my slit like he’s curious how it feels.

Like he’s barely paid attention to his own cock, let alone anyone else’s.

The slow, light touches are like torture, and I realize I’m trying to fuck into his fingers.

When he lets go and wipes the extra lube off on my thigh, I take his face in both my hands and shove my tongue demandingly into his mouth.

After taking it for a startled moment, he fights back until we’re both growling and grinding on each other.

He tries to keep a grip on my hand as I slide back down his body, like he doesn’t want me to disappear, but I free myself gently.

“I’m here, beautiful. Lift your legs onto my shoulders.

” While he obeys, I dump some lube on my fingers and rub them together to warm it up.

I press one to his hole, cradling his hard shaft with my other hand.

“Okay, be good and take me,” I murmur. “Bear down a little. I won’t hurt you.

” His muscles clench obediently, dragging my finger into the firm heat of his body.

I glance up to check on him, but he has his face turned away, hidden under his arm.

He doesn’t want me to watch him do this part, and I understand.

I work my finger deeper, telling him how nice he feels while his legs curl tighter around my shoulders.

For a virgin ass, I’m shocked how quickly he lets me in, like his hole really has been waiting for me.

Within minutes I have two fingers curled deep, and he hasn’t protested at all.

When I pull them out, he clenches and makes an upset sound, lowering his arm so he can look at me.

“You okay?” I massage one of his calves.

“I was full.” He hasn’t said anything for so long his voice sounds low and hoarse. When I stare at him, he furrows his forehead fretfully. “I’ve never been full.”

“Does that mean you want me to fill you up?” I kiss his thigh as I jack off to get myself ready. I had almost gotten the beast in my brain to relax, but now there’s no hope.

He lifts his chin irritably. “Use your deductive reasoning.”

“You’re so fucking nasty.” I nudge his legs further up my shoulders and use my fingers to line up my cockhead with his loosened hole.

All his attitude drains away when he feels it, his whole body tightening with a visceral sound of need.

He keeps his moody gray eyes fixed on mine as I lose a little control and thrust faster than I should into the tight, possessive grip of his body.

I stay cool until my hips hit his ass and he’s all around me, held open by me, ready to take my cum in a part of him I tell myself no one else will ever reach.

His broad, obedient body lies stretched out under me, his pale skin flushed along his chest and his eyes clawing straight into my soul.

“Oh god,” I whimper. I’m not strong or good enough for this.

I can’t protect it well enough. I’ll lose it someday, like I lost her.

“Jude.” Andrew struggles weakly to push up on one elbow and catch the back of my neck. He folds his legs so I can stay inside him as he pulls me down until we’re chest to chest, his nose against my hair. “It’s okay. I’m right here. Just fuck me.”

I scrunch my eyes shut and breathe deeply into his neck for a second.

When he shifts his weight to ease the pressure on his legs, my cock moves inside him and I see sparks at the same time he moans.

We’ve been so gentle this whole time, but things have gotten too slow, too careful, giving the bad thoughts space to creep in.

So I sit up and do exactly what he said.

The first two thrusts feel awkward, finding our balance.

He makes a discontented sound and widens his shaky thighs, but even when I push in and grind my hips against his ass, I can’t get deep enough to satisfy either of us.

On an impulse, I straighten his legs up toward the ceiling and prop them against the right side of my chest, pinning them firmly together.

His eyes widen the moment before I shove myself much deeper, at a straighter angle.

I must have found his prostate for the first time in his life, because he arches his back and cries out before he can cover his mouth.

I give him a second to fix that last part, then use his legs to hoist his ass an inch off the floor and fuck into him for real, keeping my other hand on his hip so he knows I’m still here with him.

The fast slapping of skin sounds extra loud in such a silent room.

Since I know I’m going to come soon, I set an extra hard rhythm as I rut into him, making him take exactly what I want.

He’d be pissed if he thought I went easy on him.

It’s impossible to hold on—the drag of his rim, the frantic grip of his insides like he’s trying to keep me there forever.

I reach for his cock without slowing my thrusts, but he makes a wretched sound and starts spurting cum all over his chest before I can even touch him, his legs fighting my grip.

I was behind him the first time he came for me, so I haven’t gotten to see this messy, most fundamental unraveling of his body.

He isn’t even finished when I spill inside him with a pleasure so sharp and overwhelming it’s more painful than sweet.

I hold him on my cock until I know he’s taken every drop of me before I ease out, trying not to empty him too suddenly, and lower his tired legs to the floor.

He grabs my arm and drags me up so I’m lying half on top of him, both of us drenched in sweat, and licks into my mouth like he’s trying to get rid of anything inside me that doesn’t belong to him.