Page 19 of Researching the Pole

“Numbing lube. Takes the edge off.”

I blinked down at him stupefied. Where had this man come from? How did I get so lucky?

He lined himself up, the condom stretching around his girth. My heart was pounding inside my rib cage. He looked into my eyes. “Don’t close your eyes.”

“I won’t,” I promised.

Just when the blunt head was about to breach my virgin walls, a shrill sound broke the silence of our cabin. Both of us startled.

“What is that? Fire alarm?” Grant looked up at the roof but obviously that was not it.

“It’s…it’s my computer. The seal!”

He turned his head towards me, eyes round. “The dude’s singing? Now?”

I nodded, laughing, both elated and turned on.

“No shit.” He sounded stunned.

He pulled himself up to sitting.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, grabbing for his arm.

“What do you mean… I uhh… don’t you want to look?”

I shook my head. “No!”

“No?”

“No. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now.”

Grant stared at me. “Dr. Cole, are you sure?” He grinned.

“Yes. He will sing for the next thirteen hours. He’s not going anywhere.”

“Thirteen hours. Damn, that horny bastard.”

I pulled him down. “You finish what you started. Fill me up, Mr. Reeves.”

That must have been the right thing to say because his smile vanished and his eyes went dark. He lined himself up and pushed in. Both of us groaned. Inch by inch, he sunk down, and suddenly I was full of him. It was a strange feeling.

He was watching me like a hawk. “I’m okay. Your magic lotion works. Go on, move.”

He thrust inside me experimentally, and we both groaned in unison. It felt so fucking good. Oh, my goodness.

“Harder. Do the thing where the whole bed shakes.”

Grant chuckled, but obliged. Damn. All that strength turned on me. He pounded me, again and again, all the while making sounds that sounded obscenely delicious. I surrendered completely to the experience. I’d never particularly enjoyed sex before. Well, duh.

Sweat shone on Grant’s forehead as he rammed into me, pulled almost out, and then went deep again. My eyes rolled back in my head. All thoughts blanked out. Just the relentless sensation of being fucked by Grant. It went on and on and on.

“Adrien…” He groaned.

I couldn’t even form words. I came untouched. Full body spasms overtook me, as ropes of my cum splattered on his damp abs and thighs. My hole clenched and unclenched, rhythmically, around his cock, milking him.

With a hoarse cry, he released his load inside me. I could feel the pulsing head of his huge cock even with the condom. It was an addicting feeling.

One that I already knew I wanted to experience again.