Page 68 of Winter Ends
“Shawn,” I whined, thrusting against his face. My ass was sloppy and wet. It should have been uncomfortable, but it only made me feel hotter. I was ready for him. For Shawn to lay claim. To sink inside and let the world know that I didn’t belong to anyone but him.
Maybe we should have slowed down and considered what all of this meant. We were both young. Love was something to be taken seriously, but no one had ever made me feel the way he had.
No words needed to be said. Shawn moved away momentarily. He spat in his hand and coated his cock with his saliva. It was a shitty substitute for lube, but neither of us wanted to get up and hunt it down. Maybe it was something to consider for the future; strategically placing it around the apartment.
Shit. I was really considering making this permanent.
The thought flew out of my head as the blunt head of Shawn’s cock lined up with my hole. It was stupid to forget how fucking huge he was, but I wanted it. If I had to walk around with the reminder that he’d been inside of me for the next week, then I was fine with it. He could stretch me, let me feel the burn. I craved it. Wanted it. Needed it.
“Do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck. Shawn. I wouldn’t have said it had I not meant it.”
He didn’t hesitate. The first initial push burned. A gasp passed my lips at the intrusion and when Shawn paused to let me adjust, I glared at him. He didn’t need to treat me like glass. Iwouldn’t break for him. I knew what my body could handle. If anything, I could handle the monster between his legs.
I rocked against him, forcing him to sink in deeper. We both moaned at the sensation. God, it hurt, but it felt amazing at the same time. My eyes rolled back as he kept going. I had to keep breathing through the pain. The pleasure would come. It was only a matter of time.
And then he stopped. A growl left my throat because I didn’t want him to pause for even a second.
“Chill. Fuck. Babe. You’re squeezing the life out of me. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Words failed me. Instead of answering him, my hips moved. My eyes pinched closed as another shot of pain coursed through my limbs. My dick was soft between my legs, and of course, the asshole noticed.
“We need to stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. I need you to move so it’ll feel good. It will get better, but not if you don’t fucking move.”
Shawn’s eyebrows creased for a moment before he nodded. “Babe—”
“Fuck. Me.” It was a demand. One I panted out. It all hurt, and I needed the pain to end. To feel it all switch over to something euphoric.
The second he stopped fighting me, my eyes rolled back into my head. Shawn’s cockhead rolled over my prostate and I saw fucking stars. That had been what I’d been after. His hips set a steady rhythm and once we got going, the pleasure quickly consumed me. My dick perked up, filling again as he pushed inside again and again.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Just like that. Fuck, Shawn.” It was all gibberish, a mess of words that I spit into the air, but God, it was all so intense. It solidified what I’d told him. Not only did I trusthim, but I’d fallen for this jerk and he owned me right down to my very soul.
Shawn didn’t say a word as he thrust repeatedly, the sound of his thighs hitting my ass filling the air. Hell, I was more than vocal enough for the both of us. I was dying. Flying. Needing to be closer. I needed to crawl inside Shawn’s skin and live there.
Before I knew it, it was all over. When his hand wrapped around my weeping cock, a choked cry left my throat as spray after spray of cum coated our chests.
Shawn’s warmth pumped inside of me before he fell to the side, though he didn’t stay there long. He was quickly up, shoving my legs back into the air to watch as his release trickled back out of my hole.
“Shit. Babe. Why the hell is that so damn hot?”
I laughed. This whole thing had been ridiculous. It shouldn’t have been hot. It should have grossed me out to have him staring at me down there, but I wanted him to see me. Really fucking see me.
Epilogue
Shawn
Things shifted. Not in a bad way.
It took a couple of days for Daniel to feel up to coming back to work. He felt terrible about the panic attack and was embarrassed that someone might have seen him. No one even knew, but his absence was felt.
“This is so weird.”
I looked up from the bar as I set another order out for a customer. Chase was leaning over, looking between me and Daniel.
