Jace flinches. I watch him swallow, the muscles in his throat working. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he doesn’t know what to do with them. I can’t tell what’s going on in his head right now. All I know is he can’t look away.
A third finger pushes in alongside the other two. This one’s a stretch. A burn that borders on pain but settles into a deep, pulsing ache. I grunt, my whole body going rigid.
“Shh.Relax. Push back against me.” Hawk’s free hand slides up my chest, fingers finding a nipple and pinching. “Breathe.”
I do what he says. Bear down, and the resistance melts. Three fingers now, pumping in and out, twisting, spreading. The sounds are wet. Lewd. The cheap cherry scent feels too sweet for what we’re doing here.
“There you go. Good boy. You’re opening up real nice.”
My nipple is still between his thumb and forefinger, rolling, tugging, sending sparks straight to my cock. I’m so hard it aches. A drop of precum beads at the tip and rolls down the shaft. Hawk catches it with his thumb and brings it to my lips. I open without thinking and suck the salty slickness off his skin.
He pulls his fingers out, and my body protests instantly. A hollow, gaping emptiness that makes me clench around nothing. I whine, a needy sound I didn’t know I could make.
“Easy now,” Hawk soothes. “Got something better for you.”
He reaches past me to the other dispenser. Tears a packet off the strip, rips the foil with his teeth, and rolls the condom down his shaft in one smooth motion. I watch him pump more lube over the latex, slicking himself up with quick, practiced strokes.
It’s the smart move. The safe move. I know that. But some primal part of me wishes I could feel him bare. That big piece of meat pushing into me with nothing between us. Which is insane. I met this man half an hour ago.
Hawk grips my hips with both hands. Big, calloused palms that wrap around me like a vise. He lifts me slightly, adjusting the angle, and I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against my hole. The pressure is immense.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he says. “You come down on me. Your pace.”
I swallow. My thighs are trembling. Below me, that fat head is pressing against my entrance, waiting for me to take the plunge. I push. A little. Just enough to feel the sting.Shit.This is going to hurt. No getting around it.
I look at Jace. His eyes are wide, fixed on where I’m about to be breached. His lips are parted. I can see the frantic pulse beating in his throat.
You brought me here,I think. You dared me to stick my dick through that wall. You wanted me out of my shell. Well, here I am.
I reach down and grip Hawk’s thighs for leverage, my fingers digging into the thick muscle. Then I take a breath and push.
The head pops past the ring of muscle, and a searing burn rips through me. I cry out, back arching against Hawk’s chest. My hole spasms around him, clamping down, trying to force him out.
But I don’t let it. I hold there, sweat beading on my forehead, and wait for the pain to ease. It doesn’t vanish, but it dulls, fading into a throbbing ache like his fingers gave me, only a thousand times more intense. Once the stretch settles, I push again. Another inch. Another moment of adjustment, of breathing through the discomfort.
Eyes closed, I lower myself onto him, one agonizing inch at a time. The lube helps, but it’s still a battle. I push and push until my ass is flush against his hips and his entire, impossible length is buried inside me.
“God,” I gasp. My head is thrown back against Hawk’s shoulder, my body trembling. “God, you’re… you’re in me.”
“All the way, Luca,” he rumbles against my ear. “You took every inch.”
I did. I actually did. I’m full of him. So fucking full I can feel him everywhere. There’s no room left.None.It feels like he’s pressing against every organ, pushing the air from my lungs, rearranging my insides to make space for himself.
I open my eyes. Jace is staring at me. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths. He has to see it on my face. The shock. The awe. The sheer overload of being filled like this. He has to know I’ve never felt anything close to this. That he’s watching me crack wide open in real time.
Then I see it. The bulge in his sweats. His hand hovers over it, uncertain, before dropping to his side. But he can’t hide it. He’s hard again. Already. The sight of me impaled on another man’s cock has him raring to go.
A smug little smile tugs at my lips. So much for being the straight one. So much for being appalled. Looks like I’m not the only one figuring shit out tonight.
It gives me a rush of confidence. I’ve always been the one following Jace. Into tattoo shops, off cliffs, through the doors of a sex shop. But here, right now, I’m leading the charge. I’m the one being bold.
I lift my hips. Slowly. Hawk’s shaft drags against my walls, every ridge and vein lighting me up. I stop with just the head inside me, then let gravity pull me back down. Too much, too soon. A sharp sting makes me wince.
“Easy.” Hawk’s breath is hot against my neck. “Find the angle.” His arm hooks around my waist, feet planting flat on the floor for leverage. He tilts my hips with one hand. “There. Right fucking there.”
On my next descent, I understand what he means. The new angle drags his cock across a spot that whites out my vision. A sound comes out of me that isn’t human. My cock jerks, untouched, spraying a line of precum across my stomach.
“Fucking found it,” Hawk chuckles. “Now ride that, boy.”
