Page 29 of Challenge Me

Then the pleasure broke through.

A helpless moan tore from my throat.

Ghost withdrew both tools slightly, and the loss of pressure made me panic.

“Please,” I blurted. “Don’t.”

His eyes gleamed. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t stop.”

He pushed them back inside as I cried out, hips jerking uncontrollably against his hand.

He reached into the bag again.

“And this is a breaker bar…”

I saw it in his hand and laughed once, breathless and disbelieving. It looked a little like the socket wrench, but it was obscenely long, longer than my forearm.

I felt my cock twitch as Ghost stroked grease over it.

“Absolutely not.”

Ghost’s eyes gleamed. “Afraid?”

“Of a tool?”

“Of needing leverage.”

I stared at him.

He smirked back.

The length of it was absurd. Heavy. Ribbed. Built for stubborn things that refused to move until sufficient force was applied.

I looked down at it, then at him. “You are enjoying this metaphor far too much.”

Ghost stood and pressed himself along my back, his chest solid against my shoulders. One arm wrapped around my waist while his other hand lowered the breaker bar between us.

“I like stubborn things,” he murmured.

His fingers spread fresh grease over me, preparing my body around the tools already filling it.

He could have overwhelmed me. Instead, he took his time, making me experience every cold touch, every gradual stretch, and each shift from discomfort into pleasure.

The breaker bar entered slowly.

I bit down on my lower lip.

The pressure became enormous as Ghost worked the third tool inside. My thighs shook.

“Ghost…”

“I’ve got you.”

His arm tightened around my middle, and the breaker bar moved deeper, pushing against my insides. Ghost’s finger circled the bump in my stomach.

Fullness gave way to an almost unbearable pressure, as though every empty space inside me had been occupied. The tools rested against one another, shifting with each desperate breath I took. Even the smallest movement made metal grind softly, and pressure swept through my body.