“Oh?”
I flushed, refusing to admit thoughts of him had crossed my mind when I’d used one of my more sizable dildos. “Yes. Trust me. I can take it.”
If he was going to rush the whole thing, then I was damn well going to show I could keep up. I wasn’t going to get scared off because of a little pain and discomfort.
“Maybe we should see about those toys when I’m a little more romantic next time,” he said, and I had to bite my lip to keep from replying.
Another mention of next time? Oh boy, what was I getting myself into?
The thought only had the chance to flash across my mind before I felt the cool press of his condom and lube-covered head against me. Shane’s hand never stopped stroking my ass while he pushed forward. I knew the first entry was always a bitch without prep, especially with someone like him. I consciously willed myself to relax as I felt the pressure increase.
“Oh,” I grunted when I felt the head slip in, and I bowed my head forward to groan faintly. Sound was weird in the old house, sometimes carrying and sometimes muffled depending on where someone was, and I didn’t want to take the chance of being overheard.
“Regretting your decision?” he asked, and I took pleasure in the strained sound of his voice.
“Only if you keep talking,” I bit back.
By some miracle, he had no comeback and continued pushing forward. Despite how hurried and impulsive we were, he was careful. Shane eased forward gently, and while I tried to hold back my reactions, he always seemed to know just when to stop. The burn was radiating from where our bodies were joined, and I was beginning to wonder if I’d made a mistake in not asking for prep.
“Let me know if this helps,” he said softly.
I didn’t get the chance to ask what he meant before he pulled back and began gently rocking into me. At first, he kept the same depth, at about the halfway point, but then slowly worked his way deeper. It certainly didn’t eliminate the ache, but it did wonders to make the new depths feel less like I was burning from the inside.
“Oh,” I managed breathlessly as the first tingle of pleasure rose and grew stronger. “That’s new.”
“Something I learned,” he said easily before I felt him sheathe himself completely inside me and stop.
Learning something about making anal easier from a straight guy? Would wonders ever cease?
“Don’t stop moving, for God’s sake,” I grunted at him, reaching behind me to grab his hips and try to move them.
“Perhaps I should have attacked you at my little house,” he said in a deep rumble. “I would have much preferred to see just how far both of us could go.”
“Shane, for fuck’s sake!”
“Yes, dear.”
The amusement in his voice made me want to slap him, but he interrupted the move by pushing himself into me once more. It was more than enough to forget about whatever irritation I felt as he filled me. The ache faded to something inconsequential, and he quickly picked up on just the right angle to make it more and more difficult for me to remain on my feet.
“God,” he grunted, and I would have smiled at the drop in his self-control if it wasn’t for the fact that I was using my own to keep from moaning too loudly.
It was impossible to stay completely silent, however, and I had to press my mouth against my hand. Finally, his hips snapped against my ass with a sharp and identifiable sound of skin meeting skin. At that moment he paused just long enough to pull the top of my scrubs down to cover most of my ass.
“Shame, but efficacy over aesthetics this time,” he said, sounding vaguely irritated.
The fabric was enough to cover the sound as he began working harder into me. My knees began to shake as I fought to keep myself upright. Thankfully he was doing a little better than me, and his hands on my hips were a nice support.
More importantly, the feel of him inside me washed through me, wiping all thoughts or complaints aside. The man was a jackass a lot of the time, but a selfish and arrogant lover he was not. As soon as he figured out where he needed to move inside me, he diligently began hammering away at my insides.
His strokes became almost jerky, his breathing sharper. Reaching behind me, I gripped his hips, groaning faintly as I felt the muscles shifting as he fucked me. I almost lost it completely when I felt them shudder before he buried himself one last time. The condom might have dulled some of the sensation, but it wasn’t enough to block out the feel of his thick cock jerking inside me.
“Now,” he said in a shaky voice.
I stiffened when he reached down, wrapping his hand around my cock, and began stroking me. Like on Halloween, I was already primed to go off like a rocket. I could still feel his stiff cock inside me, the warmth of his skin through our clothes as he hunched over, and his hand only needed to stroke me a few times before I tipped into bliss.
His other hand came across my mouth as I hunched forward, spurting into his hand. My legs shook as I tried to keep myself upright, laying my forehead against the back of the chair as I gasped for air. It had been over in such a short time, but even as my senses returned, I had to admit it had been a wonderful short time.
“Messy,” he chided as he pulled his now cum covered hand away from my sensitive cock.