Page 37 of The Fallen
My breath hitches as he thrusts lazily against me again, and I feel the slick crown of his cock push against my hole.
Oh fuck, he’s either naked, too, or wearing such loose boxers that his erection is jutting out from them. One of the main reasons I don’t like boxers. Too many times my dick has managed to play peek-a-boo while wearing them.
Oh fuck! Oh fuck Oh fuck!I freeze in shock as he mumbles something else, shifting closer to me as he pushes against me, his hips making little abortive thrusts.
I need to stop this. This can absolutely ruin our friendship if I don’t nip it in the bud. I twist, fully intent on waking his horny ass up, but instead a gasp falls from my lips as he thrusts again and breaches me. The pain is bright hot, but fleeting. Prepping isn’t something I need a lot of, and it helps that he practically drenched my hole with pre-cum, but it still hurts to go straight to penetration.
But not nearly as much as it should. I know I tore when Jacob assaulted me, the doctors even said as much, but I’m not in any pain now. I didn’t notice any pain when I woke up either. Is one of the perks Asenath hinted at supernatural healing?
I go still, a shudder racking my body as he rolls his hips and pushes into me. I hiss as the pain intensifies, my rim stretching painfully before he manages to get through that ring of muscle. He goes still then, a content sigh fluttering across my skin.
He relaxes against my back, wiggling his hips enough that he slides a little farther inside me before he goes still, his breathing evening out.
I stare at my desk with wide eyes, barely even breathing as Ben goes back to snoring against my back. If it isn’t for the almost uncomfortable stretching of my rim, I would swear it’s just a figment of my imagination. I wiggle my hips experimentally. Yep, his dick is firmly lodged in my ass.
Not only that, but I’m painfully hard, the precum making the sheets stick to my stomach as I shift. The friction of the sheets against my cockhead sends bolts of pleasure through me. Even though I want to frot against the mattress until I come, I don’t.
Ben shifts, his cock kicking inside me, and I hiss out a quiet expletive as I push my ass back onto him, allowing him to enter me another inch. Shit, I’m going to spontaneously combust at this rate.
I can tell when he wakes up because he goes rigid behind me, his muscles tensing, and I know he’s about to bolt. He shifts, hisbody drawing away from me and I reach back to grip his ass. The sudden movement causes him to rock forward and he sinks the rest of the way in me.
His forehead falls against my nape of my neck. “Fuck,” he groans before I feel him lift himself up on his arms. The movement drives his hips closer to me and I roll completely onto my stomach, one knee nearly to my chest as I offer myself to him.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Ben says gruffly. “You were assaulted, injured. You didn’t give consent for this.” I squeeze his ass until he grunts before I let him go and grab my own cheeks, spreading myself open for him.
“Consider this my yes.” I completely understand why he’s on the verge of freaking out. The doc said that I had tearing that needed a few days to heal, but I don’t feel that injury now as Ben pulls out of me, his dick dragging deliciously against my walls.
“But there was tearing. Sex will make them worse,” he argues.
“There’s no pain. If it was as bad as the doctors said, I’d be in pain,” I point out. Better to let him think it wasn’t that serious rather than know I healed supernaturally fast because of a demon.
“I can’t fuck you,” he says breathlessly and I shoot a glare at him over my shoulder. “Without lube,” he finishes, a devilish smile on his lips.
“Is this for real? Like, I’m not having a wet dream or anything right now? Hallucinating?”
Ben chuckles, shaking his head as he pulls out of me. “It’s real, though I’m fairly certain your doctor will not approve.” He pops open the bottle of lube, and I shiver as he slicks up my hole. “Shit, do you have a condom?”
“I’m negative and haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.” I groan as he returns to his position behind me.
“Same,” he breathes out. “I get checked every three months since I work in the clinic.”
“We are going to have to talk about this, you know,” I manage to sigh out, wiggling my ass at him until he gets the hint and notches his cock against my rim.
“I was going to talk about it the other night, but then, you disappeared.” He rubs his cockhead around my hole, teasing me. My muscles involuntarily tense at his mention of me disappearing from the club, but my mind blanks as he sinks back into me in one go, his hips fitting snuggly against my ass.
What alternate world am I in? Ben did ask me to dance at the club — but sex? Gay sex? I honestly didn’t think he was even interested in it, and Ben isn’t the kind of guy who would do this as an experiment.
“Stop thinking.” Ben laughs, lying against my back to pepper my skin with soft kisses as he rocks against me. “Kinda been wanting to do this for a while.”
My head snaps up so fast I damn near give myself whiplash, but whatever I am going to say flies out the window as he wraps his arms around me and rolls us to where I’m half on top of him. Bracing himself against the mattress, he snaps his hips forward and my eyes roll as he pegs my prostate.
He fucks into me, hard enough that I can hear his thighs slapping against my ass, and fast enough that I’m already barreling toward an orgasm. As if he knows how close I am, Ben slows down, seemingly content to drive me insane with long, deep thrusts that drag over my prostate and rim. I whine, reaching down between my legs to stroke myself.
“You want it fast?”
I nod, not able to actually form sentences at this point.
With a chuckle, he bats my hand away and takes my straining dick in his fist. He pumps me slowly, twisting on the upstroke until I’m panting and so close to coming that it’s almost painful.
