Page 56 of Off the Rim
"Jesus Christ, Princess. How is it possible that my cock is the only one you've ever taken like this? You take me so deep." I shiver as his throat ripples around the head of my cock. "Fuck."
I pump my cock in and out of his mouth, slowly watching it disappear, like a salacious magic trick. If we keep this up, I'm not going to last long enough to give him what he wants. Finally, I force myself to pull out, then lower myself to my knees to kiss him.
We fumble onto the bed, a mass of bare limbs and need, skin already slick with sweat. Our bodies writhe as we roll around thebed, rubbing our hands, cocks, and bodies against each other. Ashton's thigh is pressed between my legs, my cock rubbing between our bodies as he ruts against my hip.
"Marcus, please…"
"Lube?"
Ashton rolls off me and pulls a desk drawer open, coming back with a bottle of lube. I take it from him and guide him to lie beside me, his back to my front. I position his top leg, bending it to open him up to my touch. With my fingers coated in the lube, I reach down and caress my fingers down his cleft, finding his hole and rubbing circles around the sensitive flesh. He takes one finger easily, letting out a small whimper when I add a second.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Ash?" I ask, pausing after introducing a third finger. It's the most I've ever given him, the most he's ever taken in this tight, virgin hole. His tight, virgin hole that's about to be mine. I'm going to claim him with my cock and my cum.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm ready. Stop playing with me, Marcus. I need this."
After thrusting and stretching my fingers inside him for a few more seconds, pushing in more and more lube, I pull them out. He could probably use one more to properly prepare him for my size, and I honestly do enjoy playing with him, but he's insistent.
"I could hurt you."
"I want it to hurt, Marc. I need it to." He looks over his shoulder with a sincerity so raw I feel a piece of me break off inside. "I want to feel every inch of you."
I nod and kiss the center of his back, spreading more lube on my cock and settling myself behind him. His ass pushes back against my pelvis as I rub myself up and down his crack before finally settling against his hole. I press in slowly but firmly, feeling his strong muscles contract as the head of my cock slips past the first ring of muscle. Releasing my cock, I rest my hand on his hip and continue to kiss along his spine and shoulder blades, letting him adjust to the first intrusion.
"Ready?" I whisper, and he nods, turning his face to the side to kiss me. As I lift myself up to reach his lips, I steady myself against his hip and push in further.
"Breathe," I coax him. "You're doing so good. Bear down and let your body take me in."
I don't dare think too hard about how hot, tight and smooth he is inside. I've never fucked anyone raw before. I never knew how amazing it would feel without a layer of latex constricting my cock. The decreased sensitivity probably worked in my favor, though, becauseholy fuck, he feels so good. Too good, and when he follows my instructions and bears down, his muscles relax, letting me slide in. I give him half of me, and then hold myself there, exercising every ounce of self-control I have.
"Okay?" I ask, checking in because he's turned his face away, burying his forehead against his arm.
"You're really fucking big," he groans.
“Want me to stop?”
“No!” he answers quickly. “Don’t stop. Please.”
"You're doing so good. You feel so good. I wish you could see what this looks like, how your ass is stretched around me, taking me."
He moans and I pull out to the tip, pushing back inside to halfway again.
"Oh. That was… different."
"Good different?"
"Try it again."
I do as he says, slowly pulling out and sliding back in. He gasps when my cock drags along his prostate, and I keep the angle, working myself in a little deeper with each thrust, until with one long thrust, I finally slide all the way in. I'm fully inside him, his ass against my pelvis, nine inches of cock buried deep inside the tightest, hottest place it's ever been.
"Oh, fuck," he whispers, letting out a shaky breath.
Oh, fuck is right.I nod into his back, wrapping an arm around his waist and hugging him close. "You're so fucking tight," I groan, physically trembling with the effort of staying still. We both need time to adjust. If I move, I might blow.
"So. Fucking. Full." Ashton's whisper is raspy and strained. He reaches an arm back to grip my hip and gently rolls his ass. We both moan, and I tentatively move inside him. Ashton grips me harder, pushing himself back. "Are you doing to do anything, or do I have to take this monster and do all the work, too?"
"Whatever my princess wants," I murmur, smirking against his back as I loop my arm to grip his shoulder, flex my thighs to pull out, and thrust all the way back in.
Ashton lets out a choked whine, and I do it again. And again. Faster, firmer, harder, until I've built up a steady rhythm. I push up, repositioning so I'm on my knees, and Ashton rolls onto his stomach, rutting into the mattress with each thrust of my cock inside him. I know I'm going to come soon. I can't hold it back any longer, but I need him to come with me. I need this to be as good for him as it is for me. I need to stop rutting into him like a mindless animal and take care of his needs so he can come. Just… one… more… second…
