Page 9 of Styx’s Storm

As he sank deeper into me, my body adjusted. I loved the fullness. Just about as much as having my cock squeezed when I was inside another guy’s hole. Hadn’t Charles said he was vers? I’d asked him to top, and he’d run with it. Maybe you can do a repeat and you can fuck him. Since I was staying the night…

He bottomed out, deep in my ass, and groaned through gritted teeth.

I let out a breath. “So fucking good.” I clenched around him.

“Jesus.” Said on an exhalation.

“Yep.” I grinned—even though he couldn’t see. “Go…”

He smacked my ass.

I yelped.

He laughed.

Yep, I was really liking this guy.

He withdrew almost to the tip, then slammed back in.

I rocked forward and nearly hit the headboard. With no small amount of self-preservation, I braced against the damn thing. “Fuck, yeah.”

He proceeded to give me the best pounding of my life. In and out. Over and over. Pushing me higher and higher. My body sang in anticipation of each brutal thrust. Bruises were likely forming where he gripped my hips so tightly.

“Jerk yourself.” He issued the command even as he continued to slam into me.

Obeying proved a challenge as I still needed to grip the headboard. I was nothing if not creative, though, and so I managed to continue to hold on while taking myself in hand and tugging right along with the pace he set. I didn’t have lube, but at that moment I didn’t give a shit. Nothing wrong with a little friction.

Or a lot.

Oh well, that was a tomorrow problem. Right now, my hand on my dick set me on fire, aching, needing.

Charles grunted in time to his thrusts, the sound harsher and more ragged as he hauled us to the brink.

“Now!” Charles damn near bellowed that.

Hope there’s good soundproofing or Aaron might be paying us a visit. That was my last coherent thought as my body climbed higher and higher. I wanted this. Hell, I needed this. The last eighteen months had culminated in this one-night stand, and it had to be epic. Because God only knew when I was going to get around to hooking up with anyone else.

My balls drew up, my body tensed, and I let out an almighty howl as I came. Cum spurted all over my hand and dripped through my fingers.

“Thank fuck.” Charles thrust into me twice more, then froze, shuddering. He still gripped my hips with near-iron strength.

That might’ve hurt—but I was too busy sailing through the clouds on waves of a glorious orgasm that just kept going and going. Like I was never going to crash back to earth. Hell, if I stayed suspended in this moment for the rest of my life, that would be okay. No pain. No grief. No being abandoned. Just pleasure unlike anything I could ever remember.

Charles pressed his lips to my spine. For a moment, his kiss brushed my skin, his hands gentled, stroking my flanks. As if I was precious. As if I mattered.

Then, where I hoped for a few more moments of tenderness—of the emotional kind—I only got pain as he withdrew abruptly. Well, soreness, not pain. An ache. You wanted this. You asked him not to go easy. You can’t go all wimpy now. Sure. But still…

“Stay put.” Curt. Blunt. Cold and harsh, as if that soft kiss never happened. The bed rocked as he got to his feet.

What did you expect? You signed up for this.

So I did nothing except curl into a ball.

To my surprise, he pulled the covers over me before stalking to the bathroom.

I tried to get a glimpse around the divider, but the door was only open for a fraction of a second and he was too fast. I tucked the comforter under my chin and tried to do an assessment. Best fuck ever? Entirely possible. Wanting a repeat? Hell fucking yes. Likelihood of that happening? Pretty much zero.

He reappeared, but he’d turned off the light and I couldn’t make out a single feature. Hell, I couldn’t even tell his skin color. He opened the closet and dressed in the dark.