Page 46 of Wrap Around
I feel crazed. Dizzy. Not in control of my body or my thoughts. All I can do is stare down at this one thing I've dreamed about for years, but never thought I'd see, touch, or have.
There's part of me that wants to plow into him without any prep, make him feel pain the way I do every fucking time he looks at me. But I'm not that much of an asshole, and I don't want to hurt him that badly. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely do want it to hurt when I fuck him, but in a way that drives him crazy. I want it to hurt so good, he feels like he'll die if he can't be filled with my cock every single day. And then I'll leave him wanting. I'll fuck him just this once, to show him what he's missing. And then he can walk around just as deranged and desperate as I have been for months.
I can stick my dick in any ass, and it's going to feel good. But he'll never have someone turn him out the way I'm about to.
My mouth is no longer dry. I'm salivating. I've never eaten someone's ass before, never had the urge to. But fuck if I don't want toput my tongue inside that tight little hole right now. I want to lick him from the inside out, make him beg for me. But I also don't want to give him the satisfaction of being the first. It feels too… intimate for what I have planned for him.
Gritting my teeth against the primal need coursing through me, I reach for one of the packets of lube. I tear it open with my teeth and hold it up, letting it drip directly on his hole and trickle down. I watch it with rapt attention until it oozes onto the back of his balls before smearing it back up his crack with the tips of my fingers, massaging it around his rim with my middle finger, teasing him with it. Every time he thinks I'm about to push in, I pull it away. Until he's rocking into me, panting and desperate. When he least expects it, I push in all the way. He cries out, and I barely suppress a groan at how tightly he clenches around me. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he doesn't know how to relax to let me in. His moans sound almost pained, but they change to something more breathy and needy as I focus downward, directing the pressure of my stroke across his gland. Just as he relaxes into the pressure, I add a second finger, pumping roughly and spreading them to open him up. I'll feel guilty about rushing through the prep later, but there's only so much I can handle, and he had to know this was going to be done quick, fast, and in a hurry.
With one hand working him open, I pour more lube on my cock and stroke. He tenses when I moan, and I wonder if he's a little afraid of the pounding he's about to take. He sucks in a breath when I pull my fingers from him, and I watch the gape in his ass start to close. I've never hooked up in a well-lit hotel room like this, so getting to see it stretch around my fingers is an entirely new experience. I'm desperate to see it stretch around my cock. I'm almost too excited. My cock is leaking and sensitive. To help myself calm down, I play with him and tease him a little, smacking his hole with my cock and rubbing up and down between his cheeks. When I've teased him so much I'm the one suffering, I putus both out of our misery and lift one leg so his knee is propped on the desk, and nudge the head of my cock inside him. I do it slowly because I want to watch. When the crown pops through that first ring of muscle, he tenses so hard he almost pushes me back out.
"Fuck, you're big," he says breathily. "I just need a minute."
A rumble of satisfaction and impatience vibrates in my chest. My fingers flex into the meat of his ass, massaging while his hole spasms around me. It’s stretched tight around the head of my cock, but I’m ready to see it take all of me.
"Bear down and relax for me. I'm going to make it hurt so good."
Silas takes several deep breaths, and eventually his muscles relax around me. He tenses a little more when I push in, but coaches himself through it. It's enough to tear my eyes away from the sight of my cock disappearing inside him and look up at his face in the reflection. His face is red and strained, brow furrowed in concentration. When I'm flush against him, I hold myself still until he opens his watery eyes and looks at me. There’s a vulnerability there that I did not expect.
A shiver of awareness runs down my spine and settles in the pit of my stomach.
"No."
"What?"
He hisses as I pull out of him and stumble back. My eyes are glued to the gape in his ass, the red, puffy, wet rim, as it winks closed.
"No," I repeat, sitting back on the bed and looking down at my hands. My cock, still hard, the head angry and red. I even forgot to put on the fucking condom.
"Gideon?" Silas straightens and walks towards me. His cock isn'teven hard. It was when we started, but he's almost completely soft. Because of pain? Or nerves.
"Please tell me that wasn't your first time."
He sits down on the bed across from me, and the slight wince when he sits is enough of an answer to make me hate myself even more.
I jump to my feet. "How could you!?"
"Gid–"
"I was ready tohurtyou, Silas. I was going to fuck you hard and rough. Turn you out to punish you for making me want you." My fingers rake through my hair, pulling at the strands.
"I wanted–"
"No!" I yell, interrupting him again. I don't want to hear what he has to say. I don't want to know.
How could he do this to me? How could he do this toher?
How could I have done that to him?
My stomach revolts, and nausea ripples up my throat. I stomp to the bathroom and slam the door behind me. The shower, which has been running all this time, hasn't even gone cold in the brief time it took me to lube up and do the bare minimum to prep him and push myself inside. The bathroom is thick with steam, the heat making the dizziness worse. I haven't eaten since this morning, so there's nothing for me to throw up.
Instead, I step into the shower and kneel on the hard tile, wishing for rocks or gravel or grains of rice to distract me from the pain of what I've done.
CHAPTER 19
SILAS
I knock, but he doesn't answer. When I don't hear anything for a while, I try the doorknob, but it's locked. I stand there, worried, until the shower door slides open and the sound of the water hitting the tile changes. Maybe he just needs some time. I can give him that.
