“If it’s too much,” he says, positioning himself at my entrance, “you tell me to stop. I mean it, Wyatt. Red, remember? Say it.”
“Red,” I repeat obediently. “But I won’t need it.”
Gray takes a deep breath, then begins to press forward. The pressure is immediate and intense, the head of his cock feelingimpossibly large against my hole. For a moment, I panic. I was wrong. It’s not going to work. I’m too tight and he’s too big.
“Relax,” Gray murmurs, reaching down to stroke my flagging erection. “Push out a little. Like you’re trying to push me away.”
I follow his instruction, and suddenly the head slips past the tight ring of muscle. I gasp at the burning stretch, my hands twisting in their restraint above my head.
“It’s—it’s a lot,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
“Want me to stop?”
“No,” I say immediately. “Just—give me a second.”
He nods, stilling above me, the muscles in his arms and chest straining with the effort of holding back. Sweat beads on his forehead, and I realize how much control this is taking for him.
I start to push my hips toward him, impatient despite the discomfort. Gray grips my hip with one hand, trying to slow me down. “Easy,” he warns. “Let me control the pace.”
But I’m beyond listening. I need more of him, all of him, the fullness and the burn and the connection. I push harder, forcing more of his length inside me.
“Wyatt, fuck,” Gray growls, his grip tightening. “Stop. Let me—”
I don’t stop, and in the next moment, he’s fully seated inside me, his hips flush against my ass. We both freeze, panting. I’m sweating, jaw clenched against the intense stretch, the overwhelming fullness.
“Breathe,” Gray reminds me, and I realize I’m holding my breath. I exhale shakily, then inhale, feeling my body gradually adjust to his size. “That’s it. Just like that.”
He stays still, giving me time to adapt, his hand stroking my hip, my thigh, my cock. Slowly, the worst of the burn subsides, leaving just the fullness and a growing need for movement.
“Move,” I whisper. “Please, Gray.”
He locks his gaze with mine as he withdraws slightly, then pushes back in. The drag of his cock against my insides sends sparks of pleasure through me. The pain is still there, a dull ache beneath the surface, but now there’s something else too—a building pleasure that makes my toes curl.
“More,” I urge.
Gray’s pace increases, each thrust a little deeper, a little harder than the last. The discomfort fades further, replaced by waves of pleasure that have me moaning, my bound hands clutching at nothing above my head.
“Jesus,” Gray groans, his control slipping with each thrust. “You’ve no idea how good you feel.”
His words make my cock leak against my stomach. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting more, more, more.
Suddenly, Gray untangles himself from me and pulls out completely. Before I can protest the loss, he’s flipping me over onto my hands and knees. The tie around my wrists makes it awkward, but I manage to balance on my forearms, my ass raised toward him.
“This is going to be better,” he says, his hands gripping my hips.
He reenters me, and I cry out at the new angle, at how much deeper he reaches like this. The head of his cock drags directly over that spot inside me, and I see stars.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” I push back against him. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
Gray sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against my ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the room along with our moans. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, marking me, claiming me.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a champ,” he growls, a hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck, pushing my face into the mattress. “Like you were made for it.”
I can’t form coherent words anymore, just broken moans and pleas as he pounds into me. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my cock hanging heavy and untouched between my legs.
I feel Gray’s rhythm faltering, his thrusts becoming erratic. One of his hands leaves my hip, reaching around to wrap around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” he pants, his fingers tightening around me, working me faster. “Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”
