“Green, just holy fuck, you’re big. But green!”
I grunt in response. Every clench of his ass around me sends zaps of pleasure straight to my balls. As I sink deeper, the first barbell slides past that tight entrance, shifting under my skin as it does, and the pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. Chad’s ass is greedy, just like his mouth was last time. I’m trying to go slowly, to allow him to adjust, but he’s pulling me deeper with every clench. His wall grips the piercings, massaging them in ways that make my vision blur. He’s taking every inch like he was made for it.
Made for me.
His moans are ragged now, half pleasure, half pain as he stretches around my girth, littered with a mix of “oh fucks” inthere. The filthy sounds make me want to ruin him completely while somehow also making this perfect for his first time.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, trying to push his hips up to take me even deeper. “You’ve got a monster cock. Holy fuck.”
“Hold still if you’re still green,” I grit out as he starts to wiggle, secretly loving his comment. “Don’t make me restrain you.”
“Oh my God, do you have restraints?” he asks, sounding thrilled by the idea. “Tie me up!”
“Maybe next time.” I chuckle as I finally bottom out inside of him, pausing to allow him to adjust to my size and the entirely new reality of being filled. I need this to be as good for him as it is for me. “You okay?”
“Feels so weird but good. Yes, so good,” he rambles dreamily, his voice a little shaky. I can’t imagine the overwhelming cocktail of sensations he’s feeling right now—the first time he’s ever had a dick in his ass, coupled with the unfamiliar, hard lines of my piercings mapping out his insides. It’s a lot to take.
“Ready for more?” I ask as he nods in agreement, looking up at me in that adoring way I don’t deserve.
My hips give a shallow, experimental roll of my hips, and his eyes flutter closed. The movement causes the Prince Albert to press firmly against a spot inside of him that makes both of our breaths hitch. The metal creates a brand-new layer to the already new-to-him sensation that has him letting go of his left leg and digging his fingers into my shoulder. His reaction is amplifying mine.
I don’t stop. His moans are ragged, unrestrained things as I drag myself back until only the tip of my cock remains inside him, then slam forward. My Jacob’s Ladder scrapes against his rim with every thrust, a delicious, rasping friction that makes both of us groan. I try to hold back, to keep it slow, but the sounds tearing from his throat and the tightness milking my piercings shatter my control. My hipssnap forward, driving into him with a brutal force that’s probably too much, but I don’t want to stop. The need to claim him, to feel him clench around every inch of metal and flesh, is overwhelming.
Almost immediately he loses his grip on his other leg, wrapping them both around me, trying to pull me closer. He attempts to hold onto me, his free hand moving to my hip, but I have a better idea. I grab his hand from my hip and guide it above his head, then bring the other to that same spot.
I hold his wrists in place above him with one hand while my other adjusts his leg up to the angle I want it. I’m fucking into him in an unforgiving pace, and finally, when I shift the angle again, he cries out, “There! Right there. Please let me come. Please.”
I’m close too, and he’s done such a great job holding out for me, so I won’t continue to edge him like I want to. Not this time at least.
“Don’t move your hands,” I command as I remove my hold from his wrists, keeping up my thrusts. “You’ve been such a good boy.” Finally, I wrap my hand around his leaking cock, stroke, and order, “Come for me, Princess.”
It’s nearly instant. His whole body convulses, and his thighs flex, clenching around me as he cries out, coating my hand and his stomach with his release. My orgasm crashes into me as his ass squeezes my dick, and it takes all my willpower not to collapse on top of him from the force of the pleasure.
It takes me an embarrassing amount of time for me to catch my breath. To force myself to pull my softening cock from inside of him. For a moment, all I can do is stare as my release starts to leak from his used hole. I want to push it back inside.
But that’s ridiculous.
I knew that sex with Chad would be good. But fuck. How am I ever supposed to recover from how perfect that was?
From how perfect he was for me?
I’m fucked.
15
CHAD
Sleeping alone in my house last night was one of the worst things I’ve ever done. After John took me apart piece by piece, he put me back together again—cleaning me up, running a hot bath for me, checking in with me, pulling the blanket over me, and getting me more water—he reminded me of the rules.
Since I want to be a good boy for him—who knew that idea would be so hot—I listened without throwing a fit. But since the moment I walked out his door, I’ve regretted it. Being in this massive 5,000-square-foot house all alone is terrifying. I’m used to the city noises and being surrounded by thousands of people all the time; it’s way too quiet here. I survived the night, but only because my body wouldn’t let me think about anything else.
My ass still aches from last night. It’s a deep, satisfying reminder of how he filled me. I’ve had this stupid grin plastered on my face all morning, replaying him fucking me on a loop. That initial burn as he pushed inside, the way my body stretched around him, and then that incredible, mind-blowing pleasure as he sank deeper. I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined what that would feel like, but it was perfect.
His piercings were so intense. I swear I can still feel the phantom sensation of them dragging against my hole, making me clench around nothing. The sex was phenomenal, and I know it wasn’t just because it was my first time with a man. I’m positive that being with John was a uniquely amazing experience. But now that I’m no longer dickmatized, I still can’t help but feel like he’s holding a piece of himself back. John hasn’t explicitly said anything, but I just know he’s definitely into something kinkier than what we’ve done so far, so I have a fun idea for later.
But first, the farm!
As soon as I pull into the driveway, Wyatt comes out onto his front porch with Lucky by his side. I can’t wait to tell Blake about my gift of getting him another puppy when he gets home. The woman at the shelter has been wonderfully patient, and the puppy is so cute. I just know it’ll love living on the farm as much as Lucky does.
