by Aeryn Jaden
He repeated the motion until I was spluttering half curses and begging, for what I don’t know.
“That’s it…”
He fumbled with something and I jumped back, accidentally impaling myself harder on the slick plug when I touched skin pressing down in me.
“Easy, baby.”
He pulled the plug out and threw it on the mattress where I could see it and momentarily stare in shock at it. That shinny dark …thing, had just been inside my small hole, stretching me and providing fireworks when it butted on my gland. It was bigger than Bain’s two fingers but I suddenly realized that his dick was way bigger than both. If I felt full with the plug, that monster I felt in my hand last time will split me in half. What the hell was I doing again? And with whom?
He surely had a sixth sense or something because he must have sensed my trepidation and began to slowly knead my butt. That move had a melting effect on me. His fingers circled the stretched ring before slipping in. One, two. Pushing me fast on the edge. He added a third and I took it easily. Well, it didn’t hurt, rather it burned.
I expected pain but Bain had shown me only pleasure. He was still worked up, I felt the tension in him, but even pissed off he had a way of treating me that made me fell cared for. And that tension was starting to resemble a tight leashed auto-control if his labored breath and slick length rubbing the inside of my tight counted for something.
“Okay?”
I wailed in a very unmanly manner when those wicked fingers of his curled and pressed on that blasted spot and I pushed back trying to get them deeper and faster in me.
“Seems like it. So open for me…”
Yes, I was behaving like a slut. So what? It was my first time and so far, I cursed the wasted time.
“Hold on.”
I heard the crinkle of a foil and though absently condom before almost jumping out of bed when I felt him returning into position behind me. He raised me on my knees and when I tried to get up on my hands, pushed my shoulders down into the mattress.
“It’s easier like this. Trust me.”
Uh-oh, somehow that made me tense- go figure.
“Breathe slowly and bear down.”
Before I could remember the reasons I didn’t want this I felt something hot and big, believe me when I say big, nudge my opening. I clenched, instinctively trying to reject it and a sharp pain speared my insides.
“Okay, that hurts…Stop, stop, damn it…What are you doing?!”
He ignored me, the asshole, but lucky for me, stilled. For the moment, because I could feel his body poised behind me in tension, barely restraining the urge to push deep.
“Breathe and try to relax your muscles. “
“You relax with a three foot spear inside you!”
His laugh nudged him in a bit further and I grunted in pain.
“You’re good for my ego.”
“Fuck thiss…”
I tried to crawl to the headboard and away from that churning pain but Bain held me fast with a hand gripping my hip and the other pinning my shoulders to the mattress. His voice was velvet steel in my ear and I shivered with mixed feelings.
“No, baby. Fuck you.”
And he again began to steadily push that monster dick through my spasming sphincter, not leaving me any space to move away and making me take it slowly. I hated him, it hurt. God, I was afraid…it hurt so strange.
“Stopstopstopstop…”
“Just a little bit more. Once I push the head it’ll be easier. Shh, baby…you’ll love this, I promise.”
The hell I will! It seemed my pleadings were just arousing him more, I could swear he got even bigger inside me. His hands were now again kneading everywhere at my tense muscles and he peppered small kisses on my arched back as he continued to apply pressure on my hole. I tried breathing through the pain and to my surprise felt my muscles give way a little. He popped in and we both froze. I had the monster dick’s head inside me. Wow. Somehow I doubted Bain would leave it at that. I was proven right when he balanced once right then left, stretching me a little more before making a sudden forward move and spearing me in two.
“Fucking hell!”
“Shh, baby. Half in …”
Half?! You’ve got to be kidding me!
My pleasure in butt play had been long forgotten and I had tears streaming down my face. I wanted it to end and I hid my head in my hands helplessly hiccupping. He was finally still and crooning something in my ear while his hands were caressing my tense back. One slipped beneath us and cupped my wilted dick, gently folding it before passing to my shriveled balls.
“Maybe we should stop.”
Now he wants to stop!
“What the hell, have at it! At least I’ll know what to never do again.”
“Tyler, I …”
“I said do it already!”
The bastard listened to me. He pushed straight home and earned another pained wail from me.
“Okay, okay. It’s okay, breathe, that’s it, just breathe, baby…”
His body covered my back like a human blanked and he started to kiss me gently while one of his hands was doing things to my dick and the other caressed my taut abdomen. I would have said he was being tender and attentive if my asshole wasn’t still protesting. Granted, now that I started listening to him and tried pushing out and maintaining a series of deep breaths, the searing pain was receding and what remained was a felling of fullness and being stretched to the max. I don’t now how long we stayed that way before he teasingly mouthed my neck and breathed in my ear.
“Better?”
I nodded and tentatively shifted a little.
Ok, wow.
His hands were receiving a response from my pissed off dick and I could practically feel his fucking grin when he again attacked my ear with his voice.
“Seems like it.“
One kiss on my neck and small bites on the lob of my ear.
“I’m sorry it hurt, baby.”
Fucking asshole, I wanted to stay mad at him!
“I’ll make it all…better.”
Um, ego much? I felt him grab my hips and then half pull out before slowly and carefully working his shaft back inside and stars erupted behind my lids. He repeated the motion firmer when he saw I could take it and all I could do was hold on and whimper.
“That’s it…Oh my god! You feel incredible…hot, tighter than a fist. Jesus, you’re gonna kill me…”
I agreed, we were gonna die. He was blowing my mind with slow retreats and harsh pushes in a come and go motion. The bed was creaking adding to the sound of flesh hitting flesh and throaty moans of pleasure. Out and in, in and out…his pushes started to come faster and I found myself pushing back on his shaft, silently begging for more. He pulled almost completely before shoving back, earning a gasp when he hit my prostate. Pre-cum eased his stroking on my dick and my balls pulled up again.
Bain pulled out.
“What…?”
“On your back, I want to see you. Look into your eyes when I make you come. Kiss your moans…”
Hell, no! Not that I had anything to say in this…He promptly flopped me on my back and silenced my protests with a hungry kiss. I felt him brace his hands under my legs and nearly fold me in two, and then his dick filled me up again in one shift push. I was a bit flummoxed after actually seeing the size of that thing he called dick and stood there gapping at him. I felt him moving inside me and gasped under his lips. My hands moved on their own and clutched at his broad back while he pushed rhythmically in my ass, faster and faster before slowing down. After gripping my ass and lifting me flush against him, he shoved his dick deeper than I thought possible. Stilled, then pushed even more, grinding without retreating, just barely rocking in me for a moment. My own cock was feeling neglected but I didn’t care, I was holding his back for dear life and had no hands to spare. Besides, his steel stomach made a great rutting pad.
He continued to drive himself in me restlessly by pistoning his hips in firm, cal
culated pushes meant to drive me crazy with their aim on my prostate. I wanted it to never stop.
My orgasm took me completely by surprise. I haven’t touched my dick at all and his irregular pace kept me on edge without pushing me over. He just stopped, pulled out completely and then pushed back in all his length, triggering my convulsions around him. My dick started spilling cum like I had it saved for years, my eyes rolled and I actually screamed something unintelligible. Bain rode me through the convulsions, low curses interrupting his groans. I was still twitching, totally melted in the mattress when I felt him shove deep and arch above me with an animalistic sound, as he filled the condom. He had the presence of mind to slowly pull out - ouch, that earned a wince, I will definitely feel him inside for some time- before collapsing beside me with his face buried in my neck, tickling me with his ragged breath.
I really didn’t mind. My mind was fuzzy and I felt relaxed and satisfied. I turned towards him and surrendered to the impulse of cuddling to his chest. Last thing I felt before succumbing to sleep were his arms surrounding me to pull me closer and a soft kiss on my closed eyes.
My head was pounding or somebody was drilling holes close by. I rolled and stopped when I reached an obstacle. My bed wasn’t by the wall…
Oh, shit. Memories from last night filtered though my mind and I moaned in dismay. Fucking hell, I was a moron. Didn’t I decide to have nothing more to do with one Bain Conner? Then what was I thinking when I let him pound my ass in the mattress? I wasn’t, that’s what. Good part was that I wasn’t a lame ass virgin any more. Better part was that I still shivered when I remembered the night’s events. Wonder if I could find an excuse for a quickie?
“I smell smoke. Give your brain a rest.”
He threw his paw around my waist and applied himself to the task of giving my brain a break. I was stunned for one second before his hungry lips parted mine and delved in my mouth to start a mating dance with my still shy tongue. I’m a fast learner and if his appreciative moans at my tongue’s efforts to catch up with his, were to say anything, I was getting to a medium/advance level in the art of kissing.
When he pinned me on my back and started on my neck I caught my breath and some of my wits returned and I pushed him away. Or tried to move his shoulders for some centimeters at least. This guy seemed to want to steal my title of most stubborn man alive.
“Damn it Bain! Would you stop?!”
“Why? I’m getting the feeling you don’t really want me to.”
The bastard palmed my hard dick and stroked it once, lazily. Playing with me.
Mini me strongly approved.
“See? Much better. How do you feel? Sore?”
“We…need to..stoop…”
“So you can remember why you don’t want me here? Nop, I don’t think so.”
Fuck, when did he get to know me so well? I moaned in his mouth and writhed under him, begging shamelessly for more. He didn’t disappoint. I could postpone kicking him out; I needed his body on me to much to entertain thoughts of stopping now.
His dick slapped me on my tight and I felt myself longing to reach and to thoroughly inspect it. That was in me last night, driving me crazy with pleasure. I opened one eye and stole a peek. His chest rumbled with laugh.
“You have my full permission to go ahead at touch all you want.”
Well, that was a relief (not!) - I still had it in me to blush. And would you look at that! It was an almost full body one!
I swallowed thickly and hesitantly touched the already wet head. I’ve did this before. Maybe I didn’t have his eyes staring at me then but I was too fascinated with that velvet length to stop.
“I could eat you with a spoon.”
That made me shift my focus to his face, confused. He was watching me back intently with a small smile on the corner of his lips and a strange expression.
“That’s what I say to my niece when she’s being all cute.”
I felt my breath catch and I feared I’ll hyperventilate in front of his open gaze. He was barring himself for me to see what he felt. I wanted to hit him. To kiss him senseless and forget this wasn’t a good idea.
I had too much experience with hard falls to ignore it, though I wished I could forget everything and just start again. Trust him and let him keep those unspoken promises in his eyes. So, I freaked.
My hand left his dick like it got burned and I jumped from the bed before he could try to stop me. One more second in that bed with him and I would have given in.
“I have classes soon. You can see yourself out.”
I made a beeline for the bathroom, not having the guts to meet his eyes and ignoring the aches my body felt. I carefully locked after me. To keep him out or keep me in, I don’t know anymore.
Chapter Eight
Another day of gritting my teeth in front of too much human stupidity. Teaching sucked. Students sucked more, especially at my class. At not in a good way.
“No, I told you and everybody else. This paper counts. It will be 20% of the final mark.”
“But teach I didn’t have the time to study… My…uh grandma died.”
Was the word sucker tattooed on my forehead?
“Sure it did.”
The guy, Jimmy-Jeff-something blushed harder and fidgeted on the chair.
“But...”
“Listen…Jeff? Right. It’s only 20%, you can make it up with the project or on your final test. Now, I called you here to warn you that I’ll be watching you. Don’t think I didn’t notice some of your mistakes were also Adrian’s mistakes. Believe me, you don’t want me to catch you cheating. A low mark would be the least of your concerns when I propose to the board we kick you out. Got it?”
Jesus? Was I that much of a hard ass these days? The kid had jumped up, mumbled something, looked at me with tear filled puppy eyes and run from me as far and as quick as he managed.
Great. I was the new terror on the block. That was the second time somebody ran crying from me this week.
“Goddammit!”
“Uh… should I come later?”
I puffed a resigned sigh and tried on a smile for Adrian. He was already pondering the wisdom of entering the lion’s den, meaning he had a foot out already and kept darting quick glances towards his escape route. I preferred to call the students to my office for their results. Today I was doing it in my lab ’cause frankly, I was avoiding my Bain infested office and until now, Bain seemed to avoid my lab. Worked up just fine.
“No no, come on in. Sit. I promise not to bite.”
Must have shown too many teeth. Adrian sat on the edge of the chair and hunched his shoulders.
“You did good.”
Perk up! Jesus, was it to late to contract somebody for a job on Astor? First time I saw Adrian, he was all excited and bright eyes. We got along just fine, like two geeks do when they find somebody who enjoys the unenjoyable and otherwise boring stuff. Now he was sulking in the shadows. Cliché, but appropriate. Today wasn’t a good day for keeping my mouth shut.
“Adrian, stand the fuck straight in that chair. I’m not gonna bite your head off.”
We stood there in a mutual stare of astonishment and he gradually straightened.
“I’m sorry.”
I just nodded and waited. He had something on his mind and I was willing to listen for once. I liked the guy. Not liked liked, although I could appreciate his raven black hair and blue clear eyes on that Irish skin (Jesus, what the hell had Bain did to my eyes that I started noticing other’s people appearances?! and yes, if something was wrong, it was Bain’s fault!). Must be the eyes. Got people thinking about protecting him.
“I…Mister Lucas…”
“Tyler, please. We bled together.’
I wondered if he’ll take that opening. He swallowed hard and fidgeted some more.
“I wanted to thank you. I…I didn’t want to think about it anymore so I…I know I should have said something sooner and you’re probably mad that I didn’t want to go to the police
and…”
“I’m not mad at you.”
Well shit. Time to turn the wisdom on. The guy looked at me like he was expecting it.
“You should have gone to the police but I understand why you didn’t. I know Astor has other lackeys and it would have been eventually worse for you. Tell me, did they bother you lately?”
His face took an interesting shade of red and he avoided meeting my eyes.
“Um…no. Sean… um. He had some words with Astor, then things quieted down.”
I could just imagine what “having words” involved. Sean had a history for being a short-fuse and he had the means and tenacity to carry on his treats.
“I’m ..not getting Sean in trouble, am I?”
“By telling me he shook up dandy Astor? Hell, no! I’m inclined to tell him to do it some more and give him reward points at the exam.”
He smiled shyly at me and I smiled back. His jumping in defense of Sean had put to rest some of my doubts about Sean’s interest in Adrian. Sean seemed to be doing well. I really had to have a talk with my elusive brother.
“He told you us being brothers is somewhat a secret?”
He blushed again at God knows what and avoided my eyes again. Uh-oh, goddamn Sean had surely had some pesky remark about that.
“Yes, I wont tell anybody. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not. It’s just annoying to deal with all that glitz from Sean’s notoriety.”
“Um…right.”
Right. Check my list and write down: gotta find and slowly torture an ex-brother.
”Anyway, anything happens you tell him or me. We’ll take care of it.”
“I…Why?”
I looked in his big baby blue eyes-I’m not kidding here, it’s a very appropriate description - and saw... something. Maybe myself, long time ago.
“Because I want to. Because I can’t stand seeing somebody abusing another being. It’s enough that I willing to help, don’t you think?”
Some sort of understanding passed his expressive eyes and I knew he knew or at least suspected something. That was fine, I felt strangely close to him. Like brothers in arms or something.
“Yes, I suppose it is. And…I’ll be here too.”