Page 9 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

Stay relaxed… Stay relaxed…

Socrates pressed harder. That sharp burn flared up again.

“Shit—” Breck stiffened.

His frat mate paused. Didn’t say a word. Just quietly waited.

Breck focused. Relaxed his muscles.

Socrates loosed a heady thrum and got back to business.

Jesus. He felt huge.

Breck fought not to squirm, but that burn was intensifying. His heart hammered. A strained groan filled his throat as he clenched his teeth. The guy was inside him. Had breached his entrance, the head of his cock forging steadily deeper. But then Socrates’ crown pressed against thatspot and bliss surged through his rectum.

“Oh, God…” he moaned, body undulating.

Socrates rumbled through a groan and sank in farther. “So fucking tight.”

The room spun, even in darkness. All the while, Charlie snored away. Breck couldn’t believe he was doing this. His ass felt so full. So impossibly stretched. His heart raced as his body reeled, his mind intoxicated—but not from the alcohol. From the thrill of this incredible moment, of finally getting a taste of this decadent unknown.

A growl from above, and then his frat mate surged home.

Air rushed from Breck’s lungs.

Socrates chuckled and gripped his sides. Ground his groin against Breck’s ass. “Yeah, boy. Take me whole.”

Breck groaned and fisted the sheets. “Goddamn. What are you, dude? Half fucking horse?”

A stifled laugh, but no answer, just a slow withdraw. Then another smooth plunge straight to the hilt.

That sharp pain flared again, but—oh, fuck yeah—so did the pleasure.

Breck’s mouth fell open as his eyes rolled back.

The thrusts accelerated. Rapture coursed through his body, each plunge of Socrates’ cock like a punch straight to heaven.

“You like that?” he rasped. “Like my dick in your ass?”

Breck nodded, unable to speak.

“Me, too,” Socrates rumbled. “Your tight little hole feels so fuckin’ sweet.” He gripped Breck’s shoulders and kicked his thrusts to full throttle.

Ecstasy exploded, pulsing up and down Breck’s channel. His back arched. His dick bucked. “Holy shit,” he gasped. “Oh, my—Ungh!”

Words escaped him. He couldn’t think, his brain unraveling, his body overrun by such potent sensation. His balls firmed, climbing to hug his cock. “Shit—” he panted as his frat mate thrust. “Ungh, shit—Ungh, fuck—”

Socrates gripped his shoulders tighter, his hands like vises. So aggressive. And rough. Breck fucking loved it. His fraternity brother was the embodiment raw, hot sex.

And clearly just as wasted as Breck, going by his stamina.

Such tight confines around one’s cock would typically shorten a guy’s fuck time. Add in the excitement factor of their naughty little tryst and Socrates should’ve blown his load by now.

Instead, he just kept fucking. Pistoning feverishly, then slowing, only to fall back into heated thrusts.

Breck grabbed his dick, needing to come so bad. He started pumping. His nuts balled tighter. Pleasure burgeoned up his shaft. Deep in his ass. “Ungh, fuck—” He pumped faster. His body trembled. When his climax descended, he shouted into his pillow.

Ass clenching, hot cum punched from his cock.

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