I hold perfectly still, my hands gripping his hips. He’s really heavy. I don’t know his exact weight, but it’s gotta be at least 230 pounds of pure muscle and bone. All of it is on me right now, pinning me to the mattress.
He takes a few deep breaths, and I can feel the muscles in his ass start to relax around me. “Okay,” he says. “Okay, I think I’m good. Go slow.”
I push in a little more, and another inch disappears inside him. He makes a sound, a cross between a moan and a sob. I stop again, waiting for him to adjust.
“No, don’t stop,” he pants. “Just… keep going. Slow. Just like that.”
I do. I push in, inch by inch, slow and steady, until this big, beefy football player is fully seated on my cock, my balls pressed up against his ass. I’m all the way in. Buried to the hilt. North is breathing heavily, his head thrown back, the strong column of his throat exposed. His eyes are closed, and I can see a single tear tracing a path through the sweat on his temple.
I reach up and wipe it away with my thumb. “You still with me?”
He opens his eyes, and they’re dark, almost black, with the way his pupils have blown. “Yeah. I’m with you.” He looks down at where we’re joined. “Fucking hell. How is that even possible? How is all of that inside me?”
“It’s a…” I suck in a shaky breath. “Tight fit.”
My entire body is trembling with the effort of holding back. I’ve never felt this urge to thrust into anything. I always thought I was wired differently when it came to that kind of desire. But right now I’m fighting for self-control.
Then North starts to move. A slow, shallow roll of his hips. Experimenting. A low grunt rumbles out of him when he shifts a certain way. He does it a couple more times, grinding down onto me, testing out the angles. He rises, slowly, until just the head of my cock is still inside him, then slams back down. Hard.
The force of it knocks the wind out of me. “Jesus, North!”
A grin spreads across his face. “Damn. That felt good.”
He does it again. And again. Picking up speed. He’s riding me now. Fucking himself on my cock. And I’m finally letting go, thrusting up to meet him. We’re moving together, frantic and desperate. The slap of skin fills the room. The bed is squeaking, protesting under our combined weight. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive in my entire life. My blood is on fire. A primal energy is scorching through me. It’s like a switch has been flipped. A dormant gene has been activated. It’s violent and intense.
North is panting, sweat dripping from his chest onto mine, his cock bouncing against his stomach with every thrust. He reaches back with one hand, steadying himself on my thigh, giving himself more leverage. And I can feel it. That sweet spot inside him, that little nub I found with my finger. The angle is different now, but I know I’m hitting it. Every time I thrust up into him, he makes a rough, broken sound. He’s so fucking tight. So hot. It feels like his ass is trying to milk the cum right out of me.
“I’m not gonna last,” I pant, gripping his hips, trying to slow him down.
“Don’t you dare,” he growls. “Don’t you fucking dare. I’m just getting started.”
He leans forward, changing the angle again. His hands are on the wall above my head, bracketing me in. His chest is pressed against mine, our sweat-slick bodies sliding together. He’s kissing me, desperate, all teeth and tongue. I can feel the muscles in his back flexing under my hands.
“Faster,” he says against my lips. “Harder.”
“North, seriously, I’m already…”
“I said faster.”
I give him what he wants. I fuck him like my life depends on it, my hips pistoning up into him, driving my cock as deep as it will go. My balls are slapping against his ass like gunshots. He’s crying out now with every thrust. Curses. Praise. My name, over and over, like a prayer.
Seeing this huge, powerful man fall apart on top of me, on my cock, is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed. He’s giving himself to me in a way he’s never given himself to anyone. He’s trusting me with this. With this vulnerable part of himself. The star quarterback is in my bed, begging me to fuck him harder, tears streaming down his face.
My vision is starting to tunnel. A tingle spreads through my fingers, my toes, the back of my skull. The pressure at the base of my spine coils tighter with every passing second. He grabs my wrists and pins them to the mattress beside my head. His fingers dig in hard. It hurts, but I don’t care. His body blocks out the light, the room, everything that isn’t him. There’s no escape. Not that I want one. This is where I belong. Pinned under this man, my cock buried inside him.
But it’s too much. The sight of him. The sounds he’s making. The feeling of him. The smell. I can’t hold on.
“I’m… North, I can’t…” I gasp.
“Do it,” he pants, his face buried in my neck. “Fucking do it, Gavin. Pump me full of your cum.”
That’s the trigger. My entire body locks up, a strangled scream tearing from my throat as I explode inside him. A geyser of heat floods him, filling him up. My vision goes white. My ears ring. For a few seconds, I’m weightless, adrift in a sea of pure sensation. I can feel the violent clenching of his ass around my spurting cock, milking me for every last drop. He’s shouting too, a guttural roar. Then I feel the hot splash of his own release against my stomach, painting us both.
I open my mouth wider to catch some of what’s hitting my face, to taste my friend’s cum. A burst of bitter salt hits my tongue. I swallow it down, a gulp that’s half moan. I can’t get enough. I crane my neck, chasing it, and North, realizing what I want, angles his cock toward my open, waiting mouth, letting a final, thick spurt land on my tongue. I savor it before swallowing.
I’ve never tasted anything so good.
All the while, I’m still twitching, still emptying myself into him. It feels like it goes on forever. Like my body has been saving up this orgasm for nineteen years, and it’s all pouring out of me now, into North.
