The lube helps. It warms fast, and soon his finger moves easily, gliding in and out of my hole, opening me up. Another finger joins it, and the stretch turns sharp again, a bite of discomfort. But his free hand strokes my cock, distracting me, and I focus on that, on the warmth and pressure and friction.
When the third finger pushes into me, my body fights it. It feels like too much, a burning stretch that makes me whimper. Ace leans down and kisses me, swallowing the small, pained noises I make as his fingers sink into me. He works me open slowly, and the burn fades, replaced by a dull, pulsing ache.
His chuckle is low and dirty. “You have no idea how hot you look right now, Simon. Half of my hand inside you. Fuck, you make me so hard. So fucking hard, you have no idea. I can barely wait to put my cock in there. Feel your tight little hole wrapped around it.”
His words send a hot, sharp pulse through my gut. My cock leaks precum onto my stomach in a steady stream. He keeps his hand on it, squeezing, stroking, working it while his other hand keeps pushing into me.
I don’t know how long it goes on, the slow burn of being opened up, the delicious friction on my cock, the dirty, whispered promises. But when he finally pulls his fingers out, the emptiness is a shock. The cold mountain air swirls around my wet, stretched hole, and I find myself wanting that fullness back.
He drizzles more lube on himself, coating that massive cock, and my stomach clenches. I’ve smelled it. I’ve tasted it. I’ve had it grinding against my ass. But the thought of him putting it inside me is another thing entirely. The sheer size of it, the impossible length and thickness of it, makes my nervous system fire on all cylinders.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” he says as he lines himself up. The broad, blunt head presses against my sloppy hole with a wet sound. “If you need me to stop, just say the word. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He leans over me, his body dwarfing mine, and I can feel the weight of him pressing me into the ground, the solid muscle, the heat radiating from his skin. The thick column of flesh nudges at me, and his arms come down on either side of me, his face inches from mine.
I stare up into those blue eyes, the frozen lakes I could get lost in.
And then, with a sharp intake of breath, he starts to push.
My body tightens, an automatic reaction to the intrusion. It burns, a deep stretch that crosses straight into pain and knocks the breath out of me. My hands fly to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hard muscle, not to push him away but to brace myself.
“Breathe, Simon,” he says, his voice rough with strain. “Relax. It gets better. Just let me get the head in.”
I pull in a deep, shaky breath, and as I let it out, he pushes forward, harder this time. With a pop, the widest part of himbreaches me, sinking past the tight ring of muscle and into my body.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my back arching off the sleeping bag. The pain is sharp and immediate, a burning sting that makes my eyes water. “Wait. Wait. Ace.”
He stills at once. “Too much?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” I manage. “It’s a lot.”
“Okay.” He stays perfectly still, giving me a moment to adjust. His body is a warm, solid weight on top of me, and I can feel the frantic beat of his heart against my chest. “Just breathe. Look at me. Focus on my face.”
I look up at him. At the tight line of his jaw, the dark scruff on his chin, the way the firelight catches in his eyes. A sheen of sweat sits on his forehead, and I realize this is taking a toll on him, too. The restraint it takes to stay still, to let me adjust, to hold his hips in place.
I breathe through it, just like he said, and after a few moments, the burning subsides. It doesn’t go away entirely, but it lessens, the pain turning into a dull, throbbing ache.
“Better?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I run my hands down his back. The muscles bunch under his skin, tight with effort. “I think you can… um…”
“Push further?” he finishes.
“Yeah.”
He presses his forehead to mine and lets out a shaky breath. “Good. Because I don’t know how much longer I can stay still like this. You feel so fucking good.”
He doesn’t drive into me. It’s a slow, incremental push, a fraction of an inch at a time, giving me space to breathe and adjust. I feel myself give way to him, my body stretching to take him, and with each inch he sinks deeper, the ache in my ass begins to transform. The pain is still there, but beneath it,growing stronger with each passing second, is a new sensation. A fullness that turns warm and sweet.
It blooms low in my gut, and the more he gives me, the more I want. When his hips finally press against mine and the coarse, wiry hair brushes the tender skin of my balls, a wave of pleasure sweeps through me.
His cock is so far inside me, so impossibly deep, I feel it everywhere. All through me. My whole body hums with it. My skin tingles, my nipples tighten, and a flush crawls up from my chest to the tips of my ears.
“Look at you,” Ace breathes. “Fuck, Simon. You’re taking all of me.”
“I can feel it,” I gasp. “Every inch.”
