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Anticipation thrums through me at the prospect of taking Alastor’s fist inside me. The most fingers I’ve ever taken before is three, so yes, this is a bit daunting. But it’s also thrilling. I can’t even explain why I want it so much. I just do. I want to feel him deep inside me. So fucking deep. Further even than his dick can get.
“You ready to try a fourth?” Alastor asks me after three of his fingers have been fucking inside me, stretching me out, and driving me insane for what feels like forever.
“Yeah.”
“We don’t have to,” he reminds me.
I give a sharp shake of my head. “Keep going. I want
them all.”
He pulls out and slathers on some more lube before
returning his hand to my hole, four fingers this time. I have no idea how he manages to make that fourth one fit. The stretch is so tight. I’m so full. Stars are dancing at the edge of my vision, and I can barely breathe from the pressure in my arse. But I want more.
Everything happens so excruciatingly slowly as Alastor waits for my body to adjust to each new invasion. But then I finally feel it—his thumb entering me. I let out a harsh gasp of pain as his knuckles push through, and then his hand is inside me, and I’m blind from the intensity .
I want to bear down on his hand, take him deeper inside me, but I manage to hold back. Alastor knows what he’s doing and I’m going to trust him.
When his hand closes into a fist and he pushes in deeper, I’m ready to self-combust. The feeling of complete and utter fullness is indescribable. It doesn’t just feel like he’s reaching into my body physically, it feels like he’s reaching into my brain and scrambling all my thoughts. Like he has my heart in his hands and the power to make it beat. Like he’s touching my very soul.
Tears are streaming down my face now. I need to come so badly, but my natural bodily function is being restricted by the band around my cock.
“Please.” All I can manage is a panted whisper. “Please, baby. I need to come.”
“Not just yet.” He twists his fist around, causing me to see stars yet again.
“Alastor,”I moan, pleading. “Alastor, please. Please.”
Another twist, and now I know what true desperation feels like. I’m ready to go all Hulk and rip these chains off just so I can get rid of this rubber band and finally come. “No,” I gasp, my head thrashing around. “Please. Can’t take anymore.”
“Yes, you can.” And I can hear the smirk in his voice before he pulls his fist out part of the way before pushing back in deep.
And all I can do is writhe and thrash and moan until Alastor decides it’s time for me to come. After what feels like an eternity of exquisite torture, he pulls his hand from my arse, leaving me feeling empty and bereft. I don’t have time to dwell on that, though, because a second later he has the rubber band off my dick, and I’m exploding like the fucking A-bomb, except maybe not quite as deadly.
23
Alastor
Getting Jack to the bathroom is a bit of a challenge. He’s like an incredibly handsy baby giraffe, wobbling around on unsteady legs while simultaneously trying to feel me up and lick my jaw.
“You’re so hot,” he murmurs, lips running haphazardly over my skin.
“And you aresoout of it,” I say wryly, guiding him further toward the bedroom door. I’m tempted to just pick him up and haul him over my shoulder, but even though he’s close to a head shorter than me, Jack’s packed with muscle and I’m not really in the mood for throwing my back out right now.
“And you’re so amazing,” he says in that same dazed tone.
“Glad you’re finally admitting it, Macey.”
“Your hand is magical.”
I let out a breath of laughter and steer him into the bathroom. I try to sit him on the closed toilet seat while I turn on the shower, but he clings to my side, still running his hands all over me in a way that has me holding onto my sanity by a thread.
It’s like he’s drunk. Or high. I’ve fisted plenty of guys before so I know the orgasm can be...intense. And there have been other guys who’ve taken a while to come down from it. But this is next level stuff. And, yeah, I’ll admit it’s a bit of an ego boost to see this reaction. I was nervous as hell beforehand, not sure if this would be the thing that finally sent Jack running. It was his suggestion, sure, but I thought once we got started he might change his mind. I definitely wasn’t expecting him to take my whole fist on his first try.
But that’s Jack Macey. Always full of surprises.
I pull us under the hot water and get to work soaping up my hands so I can clean off the cum on Jack’s chest. I’m trying to ignore my throbbing stiffy for now, but Jack’s not exactly making it easy.
