Page 18 of Bedeviled By The Jock
“Fuuuuck!”
Josh chuckles. “Found it.”
“What—ah! What the hell is that?”
“That, Sebas, is your prostate. Feels nice, huh?”
“Nice is an understatement. Holy shit.”
He presses his fingers against that spot, massaging it, sending shockwave after shockwave of raw pleasure through my body. My hips buck, and a spurt of precum leaks from my cock onto Josh’s abs.
He keeps going, keeps rubbing that magical spot, while his lips travel along the length of my neck and up to the shell of my ear.
“That’s where my cock’s gonna be in a few minutes, Sebas. That sweet spot right there. You can already picture it, can’t you? How good it’s gonna feel when my big ol’ cock slides against it, again and again and again, until you’re a shivering, shaking mess on top of me.”
His words drive me wild. My whole body is ablaze. Aching. Pulsing.
I grab the bottle of lube and pour a generous amount into my palm, then reach between us and spread it all over his cock. It jerks at my touch, and Josh sucks in a sharp breath.
“Getting impatient, hm?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Then let’s not waste any more time.”
With that, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me gaping and clenching around nothing. The emptiness is maddening, and my hole is desperate for something to fill it.
I lift my hips, reach under myself, and grab his cock, aligning the tip with my wet pucker. As soon as it nudges the opening, a wave of nervousness crashes into me, but before it can take hold, I start lowering myself. This isn’t the time for second thoughts.
Josh watches me intently, his hands resting on the sides of the armchair, letting me take the reins.
The moment the blunt, spongy cock head slips past the rim, we both hiss.
A searing pain rips through my body, and where my hole was desperate a moment ago, it clenches up now, trying to push the intruder back out.
Josh must notice the grimace on my face because he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Take it slow. Breathe. Don’t fight it.”
I try to do as he says, focusing on his eyes and the warmth of his breath against my skin.Inhale. Exhale.Gradually, the pain subsides, and my body relaxes, allowing another inch to slide inside.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”
My thighs shake with the effort of staying upright, so Josh steadies me with a hand on my hip. He doesn’t pull or push, just gives me something to lean against, and with his help, I manage to sink down a little deeper.
“You’re so big, Josh. So fucking big.”
“I know. But you can take it, Sebas. I know you can. Just go at your own pace. Get used to it, yeah?”
“Y-yeah.”
He peppers kisses along my jaw and neck, distracting me from the burn, and I take deep, measured breaths, waiting for the discomfort to fade.
And, bit by bit, it does. The stretch becomes bearable. Then tolerable. Then, dare I say, pleasurable.
I don’t even notice when my ass is fully seated on Josh’s lap. Not until the wiry pubes tickle my sensitive skin. Not until his heavy balls come to rest against my cheeks.
Josh smiles up at me. “All the way in. Told you you could do it.”
