Page 82 of Studious
It’s working. Something eases inside.
I let out a breath.
“There,” he whispers. “I could feel that. Does it burn, still?”
“Not as much.”
“Okay. I’m going to move.” He does an experimental thrust, and it’s weird. But then he pulls out and rearranges me so my ass is tilted up more. He enters me and tugs me up to him.
“Holy fuck.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then hold on.”
He eases out and eases in, and little by little, he increases the speed and the angle until he’s flush against me over and over again and he’s hitting my prostate, and I’m lost.
My dick is leaking. We’re a mess of lube and my precome and I don’t know what else. Probably my tears and my snot and his sweat.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers. “This is so hot. But wait.”
He pulls out, and I whine. “What?”
“I want to see you. Turn over.” Again, he taps the outside of my thigh.
I roll onto my back, and he slides his knees under my thighs. He gives me a quick kiss and lines up again.
He pushes in, then leans down to kiss me. Then he pulls back and holds one of my hands.
“Ready?”
I nod.
This time I can not only feel what he’s doing but see it better, and holy moly.
I like this a lot.
I like the sweat beading on his forehead. I like how his hair’s all sexy and unruly. I like the passionate look in his eyes that tells me he’s into this.
I likehim.
“Here we go.” He starts fucking me more rapidly, a hand on my cock, but when his strokes get ragged, I take over and he smiles.
I shuttle my hand over my dick, aided by all the lube that’s dripped onto my body. He’s slamming into me, and it’s taking me to a place I never knew existed. One of pain and pleasure.
I am sure I’m babbling things. That he’s amazing. That I love this.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Good. Do it. Dunno how much longer I can hold out. It feels too good.”
I fall into the pleasure, my body quivering. And I let myself go. “Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck!” I scream, jetting all over my chest.
“Alden,” Danny whispers, and he slams into me. I can feel the pulse of his release as he shudders over me and into me. And then his body trembles with little aftershocks that match mine.
He doesn’t pull out but collapses onto me, and I wrap my legs around him.
