Page 57 of Try Me

Forget what I said about answers. I was quickly approaching the point where I’d do whatever he wanted as long as he kept going.

“Fuck me,” I moaned again. It felt so fucking good and I was so fucking screwed.

“I’d love to, thanks for the offer.” I could hear the smile in Chet’s voice as he spoke. He kissed the corner of my mouth. “No condoms, though. Or lube.”

“That was rhetorical, jackass,” I managed, and then growled when he pulled his finger free and stopped touching me.

Just when I was about to issue a threat of bodily harm that I would truly back up if he bailed—even though I probably totally deserved it and it was well within bounds of the stupid games we’d been playing with each other—he dropped down to a crouch, taking my shorts with him and sucking my dick into his mouth as he simultaneously pushed his fingers inside me again. I gasped as my vision went white with the rush of pleasure.

“Jesus,” I cried out. Heat and euphoria flooded through me, and I flailed a hand against the door as my knees wobbled.

Chet slowed down, ceasing the relentless pump of his fingers and my shaft, and instead licking and sucking around my head until I could breathe again.

“Gonna make it?” he asked, a satisfied smile hooking the corner of his mouth.

“Barely. I mean, yeah,” I stuttered out and then nearly lost it again as he smacked my tip on the flat of his tongue and resumed jerking my shaft. “Fuck, it feels so good.” I babbled the confession without meaning to, then hissed as a second finger breached me, uncomfortable and thrilling at once, but enough of a strangely pleasurable novelty that my balls tightened.

The fact that I was being fingered outside the library heightened every sensation. My entire body was throbbing and molten, and Chet’s fingers felt like they were pulsing inside me, even though I was pretty sure it was just my own blood thundering through me. I heard it in my ears like a roar.

I was a jumble of disparate sensations, the pleasure more cerebral, centered around the fact that he was fingering my ass, touching a part of me no one else ever had.

He pushed deeper and the cerebral gave way to theohfuckyes, tandem pressure and pleasure twisting me up.

Maybe I said theohfuckyes part aloud, because Chet laughed softly.

“Turn around.”

I did so immediately, no questions.

Warm air rushed over my skin as Chet shoved my shorts down lower, exposing me. I folded my arms over the metal door, rested my forehead against them, and pushed my ass out, seeking the finger he slid over my hole. He rubbed me in hard, insistent circles without penetrating, and my mouth fell open, breathless desire pouring from my lungs in gasps.

But I didn’t anticipate the wet heat of his tongue that came next. I jerked with a cry, and he steadied my hips, going still.

“Okay?”

I almost laughed for the sudden concern. “Yeah, shit. Just wasn’t expecting that.”

“You taste good.” The justification was offered in conjunction with a gentle press of his lips to my asscheek. It was strangely out of place and all the more seductive for it.

“Yeah?” I considered whether I’d rim him in return. It seemed awfully goddamn intimate, but fuck it felt good, and as his tongue laved over me again, I decided I would. I definitely fucking would.

My thoughts shattered into a thousand shards when he speared the tip into my hole. Such a small point of contact to cause the massive reaction that happened inside me. My cock swelled and precum dripped down my shaft. Chet alternated between flicking lightly over my rim and thrusting into me.

When he slid a finger back inside, my hips stabbed the air and I let out a sharp exhale. Standing abruptly, he buried his finger deep, wrapped his fist around my dick, and pressed into my back.

His thick erection rubbed against me, lips moving over my neck in lazy contrast to the hard pumps he gave my shaft. His closeness made me feel drunk.

I wanted him to fuck me. I’d let him slide his dick inside me right now. Fuck, I might even beg for it.

The realization came sharp and sudden, and maybe Chet had the same thought, because his groan vibrated against my skin. “So fucking good,” he growled. “So fucking sexy and tight.”

Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I blew my load. Just like that. Just because Chet Pynchon told me I was sexy and tight in a growly, pure sex voice.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned. “Holy fucking fuck.” I rutted wantonly into his fist, and he pulled me closer, letting me shudder out my orgasm with his face buried against the side of my neck.

My cock pulsed in his grip until I was empty and sensitive and jerking away from his touch. The air around us was thick with the smell of sex. Chet didn’t let go, but he stopped pumping me and held my cock until it softened.

“Don’t move.” He kissed the nape of my neck.