Page 34 of Bruised

“I’m not a virgin, you know,” I grumble.

“No?”

“I had a boyfriend. He fucked me.”

“And how was it?”

“He was too… careful,” I whisper.

“You need it rough and dirty, hmm?” Mason buries his hand in my messy hair and gives a sharp tug.

My head yanks backward, and a pathetic noise tears from my throat as my eyes fill with tears. Fuck, that felt good. But why do I suddenly feel emotional? It’s just… I was so frustrated every time I slept with Micah. I feared that every sexual encounter from then on would be just as unsatisfying. That asking for what I truly wanted would be too weird. Abnormal.

“Don’t worry, puppy,” Mason says. “I’ll give you what you need. But we have to be quiet, okay? Don’t want Oliver to hear.”

I nod. We don’t.

Mason begins by framing my ass in his hands. Thumbs by the crease of my thighs, he plumps it up, massages it, squeezes it. It feels good, and I’m hard already. Soon enough, his thumbs trail to my crack, and he parts my cheeks, exposing that private part of me.

“So pretty,” he says, voice a pleased purr. “You’re all pink back here, do you know that?”

“N-No,” I whisper, the mix of embarrassment and anticipation so thrilling and confusing that I don’t know what to do with myself. So I just stay still, letting him play with me and do whatever he wants.

“Give me that bottle. The big one,” he adds, and I hear the smirk in his voice.

I reach over to the nightstand and hand him the bottle of lube. I hear as he pumps it, and the next thing I know, cold drops land at the top of my crack. His fingers are next, spreading it around. He takes his time sliding the lube up and down my crease, all the way down to my balls. When he brushes my hole, I gasp and try to spread my thighs, wanting more friction, more of everything, but Mason sits heavily on top of me, pinning my legs in place.

Finally, he circles my hole, probing, pressing, but not pushing inside. Another squirt of lube, this time right over my hole. Mason scoops it up with his finger and rubs it over my entrance, up and down, until the pressure is getting more frustrating than pleasurable.

I arch my back, pushing my ass up toward his touch. Just put it in. Just put it in.

Mason chuckles. “Patience, puppy.”

I slump into the mattress with an impatient groan as Mason pulls at my tight rim with both his thumbs, pressing at it, his grip firm despite the slip and slide of the lube. I feel myself slowly relax, getting used to the position, his touch, and his knees enclosing my hips. I feel trapped, and it feels so good.

My eyelids flutter, and I tilt my head, daring a look up at him, lips parted. Wanting, wanting, wanting.

When I least expect it and most want it, the pressure increases, and I feel my hole widen and stretch as Mason presses a finger past my rim.

“Oh,” I whine, a choked-out sound. I tense, and it burns a bit, but when I make an effort to relax, it just feels good. So good. I never felt this good when Micah fingered me, even though he was just as careful as Mason.

The finger slips deeper, then pulls out again, twisting before it sinks back in with slow, determined movements. I moan and part my legs as far as they can go, my cock pressing up against my belly as Mason’s finger sinks all the way inside. I try to keep quiet, but I can’t help the drawn-out whines pouring from my lips, and I can’t resist wiggling my lower half a little, trying to silently communicate that I can take more, that it feels good, even though I won’t admit it in words.

Mason’s voice floats into my ear, raspy and controlled. “Mm, what a sweet little hole you have.”

I give a choked sound, embarrassed and turned on at the same time. I want him to stop talking, yet I can’t deny that my cock leaks more and more precum with every word, forming a sticky mess underneath me.

“It’s so tight. Can barely fit a finger in here.” He twists and wiggles the finger inside me as if he’s investigating my hole, and when he tilts his finger some kind of way, he puts pressure on my prostate, and I whine and squirm and wriggle. Mason leans over me, breath hot against my ear. “We’re going to have to stretch you out real nice before you can take my cock.”

I whimper, hiding my face in the crook of my elbow. We haven’t even talked about going all the way, and it should bother me that he’s just bringing it up this casually, as if it’s a done deal, an unspoken agreement, but I’m so fucking close to coming I can’t think straight.

“You’ll need to be trained, puppy,” he continues. “First, one finger.” He pulls out and sinks back in. “Then two. Then three. And then maybe…” He rocks forward, letting me feel the weight of his cock on my ass. “The real thing.”

Oh, fuck. I want that. I want him to… I want him to fuck me. I just know he’d do it so good. So confident and rough. Deep, hard thrusts splitting me open…

I rub myself desperately against the sheets, the buildup of my orgasm reaching a toe-curling crescendo. I’ve been close for so long, yet it still takes me by surprise. I grip the sheets with both hands as my orgasm hits, my ass pulsing and hips jerking.

Fuuuck… So good.