Page 8 of Want Me

“Ready?”

“Go.”

It burned. Fuck, it burned, even with all the lube, and Eric went still, waiting while I spit out a few curses. It wasn’t the first time I’d had something in my ass, but it was the first time I’d had something in my ass besides my own fingers, something that was attached to another living, breathing human being. Freshman year, I’d gotten this ridiculously sized, flesh-colored dildo to use as part of a dumb Halloween costume involving a Speedo. Let’s just say I got a little curious later on, and with the friendly help of some alcohol and a shit ton of lube, I managed to fit the thing up my ass. It'd taken me a half hour, though. And this was nothing like that. Nothing at all. This was a warm, living burn, an insane sense of fullness. I let out a plaintive groan, and Eric caressed my asscheek.

“It gets better.”

“We’ll see.” I couldn’t even comprehend how he was going to fit the rest of himself inside me, much less move. If it didn’t get better, I was done with this experiment, could check it off my bucket list and be done with it. In a way, it was kind of a relief.

Eric pulled back slightly and this time pushed in a little deeper. I felt my ass opening around him, swallowing his length. The sting faded, but the fullness remained, almost unbearable. I wasn’t sure I liked it at all. He kneaded my hip with one hand, then clenched my buttcheek, spreading me as he slid in again.

“Fuuuuuck.”

“Still burning?”

“No, but it feels like I’ve got the Washington Monument stuffed up my ass.”

Eric chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I really don’t think it is. Fuck, I don’t know if I can do this.” The pressure was too intense.

Eric caressed my ribs, the side of my hip. I knew it was probably meant to be soothing, but it wasn’t quite working. “Fair enough. Give me another minute, and if you still hate it, we’ll stop, okay?”

I nodded, spreading my legs wider. He curled over me, bracing on one hand while the other found my cock, his grip tighter this time, more friction as he pumped me. Little zings of pleasure sparked in waves across my abdomen, and the next thing I knew, I felt his body fully against me. He was all the way inside me and groaned as I gave a testing clench of my muscles. I didn’t know why I did it; it sent an echo of burn through me, but I guess I wanted to know his fat cock hadn’t destroyed my sphincter.

“Again,” he said, and I clenched again. “Fuuuuck, amazing.”

Locking his hands around my hips, Eric slowly withdrew, leaving just his tip inside me. My lungs leaked air in small gasps as he pushed slowly deeper again. And then back out and in again.

He shifted around a bit, and the next time he pushed back in I saw stars. Hell, I saw the universe. I have no idea how I reacted because I could hardly even see straight and my eyes were clenched shut anyway, but there must have been something, because he groaned and whispered, “Fuck yes, there you go.”

After another few slow, euphoric strokes painted my insides with the buzz of electricity, Eric picked up the pace. His fingers dug divots in my sides as he fucked me in measured strokes. My body jolted with each thrust, lighting up and melting as he pulled out before he pushed back in and repeated the pattern all over again.

“So fucking good,” he grated out. “You’re tight as hell, frat boy.”

I felt my orgasm building, the pressure in my ass transmuting to this tightly coiled sensation in my balls that was just waiting for the match strike to explode. This time when I reached for my cock, he didn’t stop me. I moaned as I fisted my shaft, finally giving myself the friction I’d been longing for. Eric withdrew all the way, then slammed back into me with a curse, and I nearly howled at the heady shot of pleasure mixed with pain. It was like my body was being attacked in the best of ways on multiple fronts, and couldn’t decide what the fuck it was doing or where it was going. My hips zigged and zagged. My quads contracted. I bucked and arched. My orgasm edged closer and closer each time I stroked up, each time Eric’s fat, swollen head hit my prostate. And all I could keep thinking was…why had I been holding out on myself? This was fucking amazing.

My entire body started shuddering with the promise of sweet relief. My insides were liquid magma, ready to blow, and the air was filled with the obscene chorus of Eric’s body smacking against mine.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “Keep going.”

I was ready, so fucking ready for this orgasm, and I just knew it was going to blow away anything I’d had before.

And then all of the sudden it was gone. I was expecting a thrust, that sweet, mind-blowing fullness again, and I got nothing but Eric panting behind me and the distinct sensation of emptiness. My body protested this unwanted plot twist with a shudder.

I actually snarled and twisted around to look at Eric. He had one hand fisted around the base of his cock. The other was still on my hip.

“What the hell are you doing?” My voice sounded desperate and unhinged. Which was apt, because I was.

“Taking a breather.” He gave me a fierce smile.

“A breather?” Like we were working out together, performing some compound sets or something. What the fuck? “I was about to come.”

“Yeah, I could tell.”

My dick throbbed in my hand. Both it and I were confused. “And? Isn’t that the point?”

“It’s one of them, but there are a lot of nice scenic overlooks on the way. Why are you in such a hurry?” He caught my glance at the clock. “You know as well as I do, no one’s coming back before midnight. We’ve got hours.”