Page 16 of The Jock Next Door

“Apparently,” I say, surprising myself. “Watching you walk naked down the hall loosened me up.”

“Funny, I thought it was my tongue that did that.” He uncaps the bottle. “Now where were we?”

“You were about to put something very large in a very small space.”

He laughs. “Damn, Nico. When you decide to let loose, you really let loose.” He squirts a line of clear gel onto his fingers and tosses the bottle on my bed. “What if it doesn’t fit?”

I take my position at the easel again, gripping the frame, pushing my ass out. Making myself vulnerable for him. “We try as hard as we can to make it fit.”

“My kind of guy.” He coats my hole with the cool liquid, then slicks his cock until it gleams under the lamplight. Every time I look at it, it seems a little bigger. But that might be because it’s about to go inside me.

“Let me do the work.” His voice has dropped, rougher now, all the playfulness gone. He positions himself behind me, one hand on my hip, the other guiding himself into place. I feel the blunt, wide head press against my slick entrance. The heat of it. The sheer, intimidating size. “Ready?”

No. “Yes.”

He presses forward. Slowly. So slowly. The pressure builds as he works the head in. My body resists in every way it can. My ass clenches, my muscles lock up. I bite my bottom lip so hard I taste copper.

“Breathe, Nico.” His warm breath on the back of my neck. “Push out against me when you exhale.”

I try to follow his instructions. My breaths are coming ragged and fast. As I exhale, I bear down like he said, and I feel myself relax just enough for the head to slip past the tight ring of muscle. Pain and relief hit at the same time. He’s in. He’s actually inside me. But also, what the hell? A sharp, searing ache radiates through my whole lower body. How is this supposed to feel good? Is an ass even designed to take something this big?

“There you go. The hard part’s over.”

I’m not convinced. I feel fragile. Like I’ll shatter if he moves.

“Talk to me, Nico. You okay?”

“I think so.”

“You think so, or you know so?”

“I don’t know. You’re so big, and I feel so…” I trail off. “Full.”

“Want me to pull out?”

I shake my head. “Just… give me a second.” The burn is starting to fade, replaced by that deep, full ache from before with his fingers, only so much more intense.

“Anything you need.” He presses his lips between my shoulder blades, then kisses along the knobs of my spine. His hands massage my cheeks, thumbs spreading me wider. “You’re doing so good.”

Slowly, I’m melting into him. Relaxing. The more he touches me, the less it hurts.

“Tell me when,” he murmurs against my skin.

“I can take more.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah.”

He pushes in another inch. It’s still a stretch, but with my rim already open around the head, the sharp edge is gone. I feel a dull throb, then a rush of fullness as my body makes room for him. Another inch. More fullness. But underneath it all... oh fuck. There. That’s actually good. If the burn would just let up, this could be...

He’s going so slow, so careful, letting my body adjust to each new inch. I don’t understand where he finds this control, but I’m grateful for it. Trey doesn’t have the kind of cock you take on a whim. He could tear me apart if he wanted to. This is the guy who got benched for being too aggressive on the field. But here, with me, he’s all gentleness and patience, holding back, letting me set the pace even though I’m in no position to lead.

“God, you’re tight,” he groans, pushing in the last of himself. His hips press flush against my ass, his balls warm against mine. The coarse hair tickles my skin. “How’s that feel?”

“Big,” I gasp. “So big.”

“But good?”