by Briton Frost
Well, I don't know about that, but I'm certainly willing to give him a shot. I stroke his hair while he's looking up at me. It's soft like silk, so strange on a man who's hard all over. He grabs my hand and kisses it.
He's like a god on his knees in front of me. Me! And he's smelling my dick like we're animals and kissing my fingers like I'm to be revered. I don't know how to deal with all these different sides of him, but when he rises up and takes my hand, it doesn't matter. He leads me into my room, and then I'm in the middle of my bed, and he's taking my shirt all the way off. And then comes his shirt.
I was laying back on the pillows, but I rise up to get me some of that. I want to touch all of him. He's so gorgeously made. Part giant maybe. Muscles honed by honest, hard work. Powerful, strong. I can't wait to feel the weight of him on top of me. I want to be surrounded by all that strength.
"Pants, Matthew. Take off your pants."
He stands up, his hand on the top button near the bulge straining the zipper. And then he shakes his head. "No."
CHAPTER NINE
MATTHEW
Beckett is on his knees in the middle of the bed, and I want to fuck him so hard that the bed breaks beneath us. But I'm not going to.
Not yet.
I can't take my pants off. I've gotten this far without really thinking of the logistics. In all my fantasies, it was never a problem. But I never thought we'd really get this far.
If I take off my pants, I'm going to scare the shit out of him.
I'm a big man. All the fuck over. One man uttered, "Urban legend," when he first saw me. I don't brag because I was born like this and didn’t do anything to earn it. And having a monster cock isn't always an advantage. I got teased some in the locker room, but that part was never a big deal. Some guys, okay most guys, seem to be excited about it...at first. But it's sometimes a lot of work and sometimes, well, men give up.
And occasionally, I've been told it hurts too much to try.
I know it fits. I mean... it looks like it won't at first, but it will fit. If the dude is relaxed and lubricated enough. The guy staring at me is certainly willing. But he's an anal virgin. I've stayed far away from virgins in the past. For obvious reasons.
I don’t want to hurt him. I'd kill for him. I'd die for him. I don't want to be the one who hurts him.
But I want him. I need to make him mine. But the idea of causing him pain almost makes me wish I could go soft and we could just cuddle all night.
But that isn't going to happen. The beast in my pants is ready to own him. The best I can do is go slow and keep him on edge enough to be distracted.
"Lay down, baby. Show me that sweet ass." My voice comes out thick.
My sweet schoolteacher looks disappointed that my jeans are still on, but he'll get over it. He reclines all the way and opens his legs.
"Your cock is the most mouth-watering thing I've ever seen." I get on the bed, my jeans too tight to move easily, and spread his legs further so I can get between them. I lift one, straightening it, and bring my mouth to the inside of his ankle, pressing soft, moist kisses there while I stroke up and down his hairy leg. "Your body was made for me. You turn me on so much."
I move up his leg slowly. When I finish exploring one leg, I start on the other. He's got a spot behind his knee that makes his whole-body shiver, so I explore there, experimenting with patterns and pressure until he brings his hands up to that gorgeous cock like he can't stop himself from playing. That's so sexy. I have to unbutton my jeans, or they will cut off circulation.
I move around his body, skipping where I want to be the most to massage his arms.
I kiss his stomach, bite it, suck it, tongue his belly button. "I fucking love your stomach. I think it's sexy as hell.”
“My stomach?”
“Fuck yeah. But so are your elbows.”
“My elbows?”
"Beckett, your body makes me hot because it's you. The way you laugh makes me hot. The way you sing when you don't know you're doing it makes me hot. The way you cook food and play Candy Crush and water plants makes me hot. I want to touch you all the time." I move up his body and kiss him. "Wait until you hear the things I want you to do with that mouth."
He raises up on his elbows. "Why are you still wearing pants, again?"
Because my gigantic dick is going to scare the fuck out of you.
"If my cock comes out, it'll be over too soon. I want to eat you." I push his shoulder gently so he lays back down. "Beckett?"
"Yeah."
"Lay down and show me your hole."
His eyes go round from shock, but his pupils dilate, letting me know that rough talk turns him on.
I lick his taint. "You're so sweet." I want in that ass. His eyes get big, wondering what dirty thing I'm going to do to him next as I move up to his balls and start sucking the sweet skin there. I'm making noises I can't control anymore as I continue to play with him. He's bouncing around, unable to keep his hips still. I stuff as much of his sac in my mouth as I can, like a glutton, pulling it deep into my mouth and moaning around it. He's so fucking perfect. I love the way he tastes, the sounds he makes. I let go of his balls and use my tongue on his ass, rimming the sensitive nerves there.
"Oh God. Oh God. You're going to make me come."
After I grab the lube from his nightstand, I press and dip my fingers into his hole, holding them there as he stretches around them.
"Such a dirty teacher." I’m working my fingers in and out of him and use my mouth to go at his dick. It slides in my mouth like a dream, and I swallow his knob and press his prostate until he roars and comes in my mouth. It's the most erotic feeling, all slick and warm on my tongue. I love the way he smells and tastes. I don’t waste a single drop. I have always loved cum, but it’s never tasted sweeter.
I keep him in my mouth until he’s soft and relaxed. He's shivering a little, so I lay on top of him and roll us over so he's resting his head on my chest while he comes down from his high.
My cock is fucking aching. I'm probably going to blow a load in my pants because I can't keep this up. I still want to eat that ass more, though.
When he's breathing right again, I slide back down to paradise and give him a few slow licks. I leave his cock alone for a few more minutes, knowing he's sensitive, but I get my tongue everywhere else. I spread his legs as wide as I can and bury my tongue in his virgin hole. He's tight, and I'm worried again about hurting him. It's never far from my mind. He starts making those pretty sounds again, so I use my tongue like it's my dick and fuck him, getting as deep as I can.
Mine. He's all mine.
I can't stop thinking about how I'm going to be the first one in there. The last one, too. There's no way another man is ever getting near him. Not now. I can't get enough. I want to devour him, and I bury my face in him. He starts grinding on my face, and so I grab his ass and hold him to me as hard as I can, probably leaving marks on his butt as he starts bearing down and calling out my name.
He's wrung out now. As relaxed as he'll ever be, so that's when I ease off him and finish taking off my pants. When I get back on the bed, he opens his eyes lazily, and then sits up like he's seen an intruder.
"Oh my God," he says. His eyes get bigger and his face loses color. "You're..."
I look down at my Johnson. "Big. Yeah."
He blinks rapidly. "That is not big. That is gigantic."
Fuck.
"You're gonna have to make friends, Becks, or this isn't going to work."
"Okay, okay. Just give me a second to process this." He tears his eyes away from it to my face. "How...big...is?"
"Big enough." I don't know how to tell him that it's actually gotten a little softer since he started freaking out. I want to fuck him so bad, but I can't deal with hurting him. I don't see how I cannot do one or the other. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do."
"Do you still want to do this?"
His eyes meet mine, and then he launches himself across the bed and into my arms. "Matthe
w, you're all I want. Yes, I want you to fuck me. I promise."
My arms wrap around him. "You're not scared." He feels so good pressed against me, skin on skin.
"Of course, I'm scared. But I know you'll make it good for me. I trust you. And I believe in you."
CHAPTER TEN
BECKETT
That was the right thing to say.
Matthew's arms tighten around me, and he takes my mouth in a possessive, feral kiss. I melt into him, knowing where I belong even if it all feels so strange and uncertain to me. I've spent years feeling like there was something wrong with me, and then the hottest guy I could dream up has spent the last hour focusing on my pleasure. Telling me he wants me.
And now, I find out he's got the blue ribbon of all cocks. His is not a starter penis. And right now, it's pushing against my stomach as he kisses me. And the tingles start in my balls again, even though the thought of having him inside me is more than a little scary.
The kiss is getting more possessive. More dark and raw, and I feel an answering need inside when he delves his hand into my hair and tugs hard. The sharp sting with the deep kiss turns my blood to fire. I'm going to fly out of my skin and shoot like a star into the universe. Matthew's mouth moves lower, sliding up and down my throat. I want him to bite me, mark me.
"You're so fucking mine," he murmurs, nipping at my neck.
I'm coming alive again. This man and his dirty words and his need for me that he doesn't hide overwhelm my senses. His hands go lower and he squeezes my ass cheeks roughly.
"Such a juicy ass, baby. Made for my hands. I can't fucking get enough of you."
And then I am laying down, and he is on top of me. We are skin-to-skin touching from head to toe, and that big cock is sliding between our stomachs, rubbing against mine in a frot to end all frots. "You feel so good, Matthew. I love the weight of you on top of me."
He pauses and looks deeply into my eyes. Everything becomes so clear to me. He's been saying I'm his in that possessive way, but it isn't until this moment that I understand what that means. I mean, it's been hot to hear, and it turns me on when he's all dominating and alpha male with me, but it's now, naked in this bed, looking into his eyes, that I finally get it.
Yes, I'm his.
I belong to him. I belong with him.
And he belongs to me.
"Matthew."
"Yeah, baby?"
"I can't wait to feel you inside me. I want you to show me everything. Show me how it feels to belong to you."
He rests his head on my chest. "Fuck. I need you so much, but I don't want to hurt you."
I move my hips, sliding that cock between us. "I trust you. You'll make it good. You'll take care of me."
He shudders like the feeling is too much and returns his gaze to mine.
"Matthew, I love you."
He makes a low sound in his throat, and all his muscles tighten and bulge. He is so masculine, so virile. He's everything. My world narrows until it's just him.
"I can't resist you."
He pulls back and grasps that huge cock. It's intimidating for sure, but when he starts sliding against mine, dipping it between the cheeks of my ass, and tapping it against my hole, I moan with pleasure.
"I'm going to make you come so hard with this beast, baby. You'll be my cock slave, willing to do anything I say to get this back in you."
It's so heavy and perfect. "Yes, anything you want."
Show me how to break you, Matthew.
It is time to make friends with that beast, so I reach for it. I can barely get my hand around the whole thing, but I stroke it slowly and watch his eyes go heavy-lidded with pleasure.
His cock is wet from pre-cum and smooth like velvet. I want to rub it all over my body. I move it against my own now hardening again cock, and we both hiss in ecstasy. "I can feel you getting even harder. How is that even possible?"
"It's all you, Beckett. You're so sexy. Pure and filthy at the same time. You make me feel like an animal. You make me want to do things..." He breaks off when I squeeze us both together. He’s dripping pre-cum now, lubricating the glide of my hands.
But I still don't feel like I know what happens next. Well, I do...but I don't. This is so much further than I've ever gone. I don't want to make some stupid blunder and ruin it. "What things do you want to do to me? Tell me."
"You want me to shock you, Becks? Tell you all the dirty things I'm going to do to you?"
Oh my God. I nod and rub the mushroom head against mine where I’m most sensitive. "Yes, tell me. Please."
"There isn't a part of you that won't belong to me. Be marked by me. I'm going to come inside you, fill you up with all my cum. My balls are heavy with it. Making so much of it to put in you."
He covers my hands with his, and we stroke us together. Then he gets the lube again and pushes my knees up and he notches himself at my opening. I try not to tense up. I know it will fit.
“I have condoms...but..." I lift my head and look at the baseball bat between his legs. "There is no way they would fit you."
He smiles, pleased, I think, that he has this problem. "I have condoms in my room." He looks down where his cock rests against my hole. "I get tested every six months. I haven't been with anyone for longer than that. A lot longer."
I try not to act too surprised. But wow. I really am. He's the kind of guy who is in hot demand. Plus, his libido seems pretty high. I can't imagine him going without that long. But then, I haven't seen him going out of his way to go out and get laid since we've been living together. I guess I just assumed.
I nod.
“You sure, Beckett?”
“Yes, you wouldn’t lie to me.”
“I would never lie to you. I’ll always protect you. Always.” He pushes into me a little more, just past the tight ring of my sphincter.
Now that I'm more accustomed to him, he's starting to feel really good inside me. I know it's just the tip, but I like it. He pushes in just a little more, stretching me. I don't ask him to stop. Another inch goes in. My heartrate jacks up.
His temples are sweaty, and his arms are tense from holding back. He's not pulling out. He's not going all in. We're in this weird limbo. My inner muscles clench around him, and we both make low noises in our throats. It feels so good. Too good.
“More,” I groan. “Put it all in me.”
He actually starts shaking. "You keep talking like that and I'm going to turn into a rutting animal. I'm just a man, Beckett. I can only resist temptation so long before I take what you are offering."
I dig my heels into his back.
"Fuck." His big hand covers more than half my face as he holds me still to take his kiss. Like I'd try to get away. His hold is possessive, and his tongue pushes into my mouth obscenely. He's fucking my mouth when he breaches me completely, pushing right through in one solid thrust, absorbing my shocked gasp in his mouth. I freeze up and then my instincts make me try to push him away, but he holds me still. I'm pinned to the bed by his dick, his hand holding my face to his, forcing me to take his kisses while my body adjusts to the intrusion.
"Breathe, baby."
"It hurts."
"I know, Becks. Just give it a minute, okay. Trust me?"
"Always."
"Oh baby, you don’t know what that does to me. I love that you just keep giving me that sweet trust. I'll make it good. Don't worry. Just try to breathe and relax for a minute."
I’ve played around with a dildo before, I know he’s right.
He kisses me again, and I concentrate on the way he tastes. The way his tongue feels against mine. My chest loosens up, and I can breathe again. I still feel incredibly full. Almost too full, but the sting is starting to ease, and when he shifts, we both gasp at the intense feeling.
"You're so tight. Feels so good. Are you doing okay?" He thrusts a little more.
My fingers gouge his shoulder. "Oh, yes. Start moving."
"You sure?"
I nod. "More," I assure him.
"Beckett, open your eyes and look at me."
I hadn't realized they were closed. I blink up at him. He looks concerned, but underneath there's this level of...ferocious is the only word I can think of. "I'm not all the way in. Do you understand? There's more."
"Oh. Oh." Good God. How big is this man? He still looks fierce, his face a mask of an angry warrior. "Are you mad at me?"
He relaxes his expression with what looks like great concentration. "No. Your ass is just tighter than anything I've ever felt. You're squeezing me so good. It's taking every ounce of control I have not to force you to take all of it. I want my cock in you to the hilt." He's gritting his teeth, forcing himself to go slow. "I want to impale you on it."
"Do it." He closes his eyes, still fighting his hunger. "Do you want me to beg?" He grunts. Well, I'm not above begging, not if it gets us what we both want.
I wrap my legs around him for more leverage, but I can't force him in the way he's holding himself. He's too strong. But I have a hunger, too. I want that cock. Bad. He may have fallen for a shy schoolteacher, but the man he just made wants all of him. He won't be denied.
"Matthew, I want you to make me yours. I need it, baby. Make me yours. Give me all that cock. Please. I'm begging you."
"Jesus Christ, you're killing me." He was no longer staying still, but his shallow thrusts weren't enough. Not for him. Not for me.
"Matthew, I love knowing we're doing this raw." He groans. "I love knowing when you come, you're going to fill me up. I can't wait to feel you gush inside—"
He shuts me up with a deep kiss, but it's almost playful. Heaven knows we're enjoying ourselves.
"That's not fair," I tell him when he lets me up for air.
"You're not playing fair. Talking dirty. Trying to make me come. You know I have to pull out, right? As much as I’d love to fill you up, I can’t get you pregnant tonight."
I nod. “But it makes you hotter, doesn’t it? Thinking about coming inside me?” Lord knows I’m suddenly having breeding fantasies.
“God, yes.” He grits his teeth. “Stop talking about it.”
