I have never dirty-talked in my entire life, but it appears I know Julian well enough. As soon as the words leave me, a satisfied moan escapes his lips, and his fingers are pulled from within me.
He wipes them on his discarded shirt before lubing up his hard length, notching the head against my entrance. Even withall of the fingering, I can feel the incredible size difference—how it’s going to hurt.
My eyes trail up his defined abs and muscled chest before connecting with his, and he gives me a wicked smile.
“I’m going to shove straight into you, all the way to the hilt. You hear me?”
I crave it so badly that I can’t speak, so I nod once and lay my hands over his, where he’s gripping my hips, my thighs resting over top of his.
One moment, I am staring up at him, anticipating the brilliant feeling of being full, and the next, I’m staring at my closed eyelids as a broken sob is pulled from my throat.
He bottoms out after a few seconds, having to fight against my body rejecting him. But he doesn’t seem to mind the brief struggle or how tightly I’m gripping him.
“Oh, baby,” he sighs, his head falling forward as he towers over me. “You feelso good.”
The praise feels amazing, but my mind can only focus on one singular thing.
“Warm,” I gasp out. “It’s s-so warm. I’ve never—it’s never been… likethis.”
Julian’s hips jerk forward, grimacing as he grips my hips harder. “You’ve got such a dirty mouth. I can’t… Fuck!”
He pulls his hips back until just his head rests inside, then slams forward once more, rocking my entire body. I think I scream.
Leaning up, I brace my weight on my elbows as I try to get a look at what he’s doing and what he’s seeing. But I can’t seemuch, other than my own hard length and his hips pressed to the back of my thighs. He’s trembling.
“I think I’m going to lose it, Atlas,” he mutters, slamming into me once more. “I think I reallywillfuck you like a whore if I don’t pull out right now.”
Without a thought, my legs lift and lock around his backside, causing him to meet my gaze, shocked.
“Please?” I whisper.
The pained, desperate expression he’s wearing makes me believe he’ll deny me, but instead, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.
It’s a fast, almost chaste kiss before he pulls away and sits back up to his full height.
Then, he says, “Just know that even though I’m fucking you rough and dirty, I think you’re worth much more than that. That you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
I can no longer see him clearly around the building tears, but Julian does not give me time to respond, anyway.
With my hips still in his grip, he slams into me quick and hard, taking my breath and my ability to speak. I’m choking on air and gripping his wrists as I take each rough thrust.
And then, with one movement as he lifts my hips slightly, each harsh punch of his hips slams the head of his cock into my prostate.
“Oh!”I shout, my hands scrambling for purchase on his body.
Julian gets the memo—that I need some sort of grounding. Within seconds, he has me flipped over, my chest pressed to the duvet, and my ass in the air as he pushes back into me, his large body engulfing mine as he hugs me tightly.
Then he pounds into me without pause, without mercy.
“Take it, Atlas. Take my cock like the good little boy you are.” He pants harshly into my ear, heightening every sensation I can feel. “God, you’re so beautiful, so soft beneath me.”
I can feel the pounding of his heart as it beats against my back, and I wonder briefly if he can feel mine where his arm is crossed over my chest.
Is his heart beating from exertion, or because it’s me he’s fucking? Could he… could he like me as much as I like him?
“So good,” I tell him, my voice muffled by the pillows.
“I know, Atty. It’s so good for me—hngh, me too.” His voice is low and sweet, a sharp contrast to how he’s thrusting into me.
