Page 57 of Gideon
“God!” I shout out as the finger slowly slides in, and he makes a slight motion inside me, causing fireworks to explode across my vision as a surge of pleasure flows through my body. “God!”
“That’s it,” he says low. “You’re doing so well, babe. Take another.” And before I can say anything, I have two fingers sliding slowly in, pausing when I tense. He rests them there as I pant hard, my eyes staring blindly ahead. The pain is a sharp red but there’s a pleasure there too. A throb inside me that needs to be filled. “You’re so tight,” he says, the marvel loud in his voice.
“No.” I hesitate, reason coming back a little. “I haven’t let anyone fuck me for a long time.” I feel suddenly embarrassed, but when he goes to remove his fingers I clench my passage around them. “No, don’t. I like it. It feels so full. Leave your fingers in me.”
“I need to have your arse, Gid. You’re going to let me in, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan as he widens the fingers in me to stretch me for his cock. His huge cock, I suddenly recall. “But lots of stretching first and I’ll definitely need another finger,” I say quickly and Eli grins, his teeth white and his smile wide in the moonlight.
“What did I say about topping?” he whispers, removing his fingers but pushing a third finger in before I can complain. “You’re hovering above the ceiling at the moment.”
“You’re in charge,” I pant. “Oh Christ, that feels sofuckinggood. Don’t stop.”I never knew. How did I never know?
“My cock will be better,” he murmurs. He removes his fingers and I twist my neck to watch as he opens a condom and slides it down his length, pumping more lube over it until the long length glistens in the moonlight. He looks up and strokes his cock a couple of times. “Bend over,” he says deeply. “Hold onto the wall but stick your arse out.” He presses the wide mushroom head against my pucker and rubs it against the sensitive opening until I cry out, begging and imploring. “You’re going to take me at your own time. Breathe out and bear down and take my dick.”
I do as he says, the command running like a wave of fire ants under my skin, making me shake with the desire to be owned, to be taken over, to bloody let go for the first time ever. He holds still, letting the head pop in an inch, and I pause, breathing hard. The fierce burn is there, but already I can feel the pleasure running underneath. It makes me brave, and I bear down, taking him inside me slowly, listening to the moans and grunts he gives as he bottoms out. We rest for a second as I feel the wiriness of his pubes against the tender skin of my arse.
Then I move experimentally. His cock rubs my prostate and I give a harsh, guttural shout. “Oh shit!” I cry. “Oh, Eli.”
His hands come down hard on my hips. “You feel so good, Gid. I’m going to fuck the come right out of you.”
“Yes.” I reach down to my cock and cry out as he slaps my hand away. It’s gentle but shocking and my fingers catch my cock, the sharp sting making me even more desperate.
“You like that,” he croons, beginning to move his hips, undulating against me as he forces his cock into me in tight circles. “Your greedy little hole likes my cock.”
“Oh God,” I gasp, feeling his words open something up in me, a hot, dark place that loves these heated words and fierce demands. “I love it. I love your cock.”
“You’re desperate for it.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Take it. Make me come.”
“I will,” he promises, beginning to push into me in quick, deep strokes. I’m so tight around him that he can’t move much, and he stops to pull out slightly and pump more lube on his cock before tunnelling back in, giving tight, shoving thrusts that brush repeatedly over my prostate, sending pleasure through my nerve ends and making me go hot and cold.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Your hole’s so greedy. It wants my come. One day we’ll do this without a rubber and I’ll flood this hole with spunk. Then I’ll pull out and watch the jizz pulse out of you and I’ll suck it up and feed it to you on my tongue.”
“Oh God, Eli,” I whine. “I need to come. Please make me come.”
“Yes,” he croons. “You need to come so bad. You’re doing so well.”
I open my mouth, needing something more, and as if he senses it, he reaches round and pushes two fingers into my mouth. “Suck on those,” he says, and I groan and suck, feeling full. I’m stuffed at both ends as he ruts into me, dropping whispers and kisses over the skin of my shoulders as he holds on to one of my hips, his fingers bruising.
The heated words of praise and soft endearments combined with the roughness of the fuck sets something free in me that’s always been closed away, and then he gives one last, lusty, battering thrust and the pleasure seizes my balls in a tight, painful grip, and before I know it my hips are jerking, and I’m coming in pulsing surges all over the wallpaper in front of me.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth, grabbing both of my hips now. “Oh fuck,” he chokes out. “You came without my hand.Fuck, Gideon.” He chokes off his words and pants in my ear as he fucks me hard, jarring my body. My prostate is almost painful now. It feels swollen as his huge cock rubs on it, but I embrace that pleasure-pain, feeling my cock pulse out another small stream of come as he pushes in, rooting deep and crying out his pleasure before sinking his teeth in my shoulder and making me cry out and come again.
He rocks slightly for a second and I hiss in a breath. “Sorry,” he says breathily. “Sorry, sweetheart.”
I still at the endearment and then groan at the unpleasant sensation as he pulls out of me. For a second I rest against the wall and then suddenly I feel self-conscious. I just let him do what he wanted to me, and I feel vulnerable, as if he’s stripped my skin away from me as well as my walls.
Then he tugs me round to face him, ignoring my protests. “Gideon,” he breathes, smiling at me tenderly, and I gasp as he steps into me and pulls me close in a long hug. His body is sweaty and hotter than a fire, his cock in the condom painting a hot, wet stripe down my leg, but his hug is warm and affectionate, and I feel the vulnerability slide slowly away.
He kisses my hair, inhaling as if taking my scent into him. “Let me look after you,” he says softly. “Come on. Get into bed, sweetheart.”
“I’m quite positive I can look after myself. And I’m not sure about the sweetheart business either,” I try to say in my usual testy way, but he just smiles.
“Yes, you are. You just don’t want to admit it.”
He pushes me into the bed, ignoring my protests, and disappears. I hear a tap running and a light switch off and then he’s back, sending a warm, damp towel over me, wiping away the sweat and cleaning my hole. It’s still sensitive and feels horribly empty, and when I flinch he croons softly. Then I draw in a sharp breath as he swings into bed with me and pets my hole almost affectionately. I tense but he does nothing apart from hold his fingers there, rubbing gently, and I relax against them like a candle melting.
