I swallowed hard, every part of me buzzing. My pulse thundered in my ears as the weight of what he was saying hit me, the promise of what was about to happen hanging heavy in the air.
Nate pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his smirk sharp, dangerous, irresistible.
“Get on the bed.”
The words landed like a command, low and heavy, vibrating straight through me. Nate pushed up from his seat, towering over me, his cock still wet dangling between his legs. He peeled my grip off with a confident tug, then stepped back, rolling his shoulders as if this was routine for him. His smirk didn’t waver.
My body felt like it had gone weightless and heavy at once. I hesitated, staring up at him, my chest heaving, but the way he stood there; broad, certain, expectant...left no room for retreat. My legs moved before my brain could catch up.
I stood up and climbed onto his bed, the sheets smooth and faintly smelling of his cologne. I sat awkwardly for a second, hoodie still on, shorts loose around my hips, until his voice cut through the silence.
“Lose the clothes, Jamie.”
My breath caught. I tugged the hoodie over my head, tossing it aside. The room’s air felt cooler against my bare skin. My shorts slid down with shaking hands, followed by my boxers, pooling on the floor beside the bed. My pulse thudded in my throat as I shifted onto all fours, facing away from him, my ass exposed, vulnerable.
Behind me, I heard fabric rustle. I risked a glance over my shoulder and caught the sight of Nate pulling his hoodie over his head in one smooth motion. His chest was solid, the cut of his abs sharp under the glow of his desk lamp. He dropped the hoodie, kicked his sweats off, and for a second stood there bare, his cock hard and glistening, thick veins running along its length. My stomach flipped.
Then he turned to his desk. The sound of a drawer sliding open.
When he came back, he was holding a small bottle of lube, casual as anything, like it belonged next to his notebooks.
“You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” he asked, voice calm, almost conversational. He flicked the cap open with his thumb, squeezing a clear bead onto his fingers.
I buried my face into the pillow, muffling my voice. “Yeah.”
His laugh was low, satisfied. The mattress dipped as he climbed up behind me. One of his hands pressed against my lower back, firm, steady, pinning me in place. With the other, he spread the lube between his fingers, coating them generously.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because once you feel this… there’s no going back to a toy....”
I shivered, the anticipation almost unbearable. Then his fingers touched me; cold, wet, teasing circles over the tight ring of muscle. I gasped, jerking slightly, but his palm on my back kept me steady.
“Relax,” he coaxed. “Let it happen.”
The first finger slipped in, slow and careful. My breath hitched, my whole body tensing at the intrusion. It burned, sharp and strange, but then he started moving, shallow strokes, and my muscles adjusted around the pressure.
“Fuck…” I whispered into the sheets.
“Not even close,” Nate muttered, twisting his finger, pushing deeper until his knuckle brushed against me. “You’re tighter than I thought.”
Heat rushed to my face. I bit down on the pillow, every nerve alive. He added more lube, then slid in a second finger. The stretch doubled, my hips jerking forward.
“Fuck, Nate—”
He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Remember what you told me? You were gonna use that toy.” His fingers scissored, opening me up. “Forget that. I am getting you ready for the real deal."
I moaned, muffled against the pillow. His fingers drove deeper, curling just enough to make sparks shoot up my spine. He worked me slowly, deliberately, until the burn shifted into a sharp ache of need. My cock throbbed against my stomach, untouched.
By the time he added a third finger, I was panting, sweat beading at my forehead, my thighs trembling under the pressure. It was too much, not enough, every sensation clashing and colliding. He pulled them out with a wet sound, leaving me clenching around nothing.
The mattress shifted as he positioned himself behind me. The blunt head of his cock pressed against me, hot and heavy, wet with lube.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice low but edged with hunger.
I nodded quickly, desperate, though my throat was too tight to form words.
“Say it,” he ordered.
My lips trembled. “I’m ready.”
“Good boy.”
He pushed forward. The stretch was instant, brutal, burning as the head of his cock forced its way in. I moaned, gripping the sheets, the pressure slowly building up. He paused, groaning deep in his chest, his hands gripping my hips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered. “Squeezing my dick.”
My breathing was ragged, body straining against the intrusion. For a moment I thought I couldn’t take it, that I’d have to stop but then the pain shifted, softened into something raw and electric. My body adjusted, inch by inch, as he sank deeper.
“Keep going,” I gasped.
Nate growled low, driving forward until his hips pressed flush against my ass. I felt full, stretched to the edge, every nerve lit up. He stayed there for a moment, letting me feel the weight of his cock inside me.. buried deep..
“Now you know,” he said darkly. “This is what you wanted.”
He pulled back slowly, the drag of his cock almost unbearable, then thrust in again, harder this time. My body jolted forward, a moan ripping from my throat. The rhythm started slow, deliberate, each thrust opening me further, deeper, until I was gasping into the pillow, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth.
“Fuck… Nate…”
“Yeah, take it,” he grunted, hips slamming against me. “Take my dick. Forget that toy...this is real.”
The sting melted into pleasure, sharp and overwhelming. His cock brushed something deep inside me that made my vision spark, my toes curling against the sheets. I moaned shamelessly, my own cock leaking pre-cum against the bed.
He picked up the pace, the slap of skin filling the room, his groans mixing with my cries. One hand gripped my hip tight, the other sliding up my back to fist in my hair, pulling my head back so I couldn’t bury my face.
“Let me hear you,” he demanded. “Don’t hide it.”
“I—fuck, I can’t—”
“You can,” he snarled, thrusting harder, deeper, each movement making my voice break into helpless moans. “You wanted this, Jamie. Say it.”
“I wanted it!” I cried, the words ripped out of me. “I wanted your dick!”
His laugh was low and cruelly satisfied. “And now you’ve got it.”
He pounded into me, the bed creaking under the force. My arms shook, my body dripping with sweat, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge. My cock rubbed against the sheets with each movement, leaking, aching for release.
Nate leaned over me, chest pressed to my back, his breath hot against my ear. “Remember what you said earlier? About playing with your ass?” His thrusts slowed, grinding deep, making me whimper. “This is so much better than that toy, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasped, shuddering. “Yes, Nate..fuck...yes.”
He groaned, biting gently at my shoulder before slamming back into rhythm, harder, rougher, relentless. My vision blurred, my body a mess of sweat, spit, and sound.
I was spiraling, the pleasure blinding. My cock throbbed painfully, grinding against the sheets until I was seconds from losing it.
“Nate - I’m-fuck, I’m gonna...”
“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me. Make a mess while I fuck you.”
That was all it took. I ejaculated hot ropes of cum spilling across his sheets, my cries breaking into raw moans. The orgasm tore through me, violent and unstoppable. My ass clenched tight around him, milking his cock.
Nate’s thrusts grew rougher, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that left me gasping into the sheets. Every stroke dragged his cock deep, hitting the spot that made my vision blur. My fingers clawed at the mattress, desperate for something to hold onto, but every time I tried to ground myself he drove in harder, pulling me back by the hips like I was his to use.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, voice strained. His chest pressed against my back for a moment, his breath hot in my ear, before he pulled upright again, angling my ass higher. The new angle made me moan shameless and needy, the sound bouncing in the quiet room.
I could feel the lube mixed with his precum dripping down my thighs, every thrust spreading me wider, wetter. He grunted low, punishing me with pace, then slowed suddenly, grinding deep, keeping me stuffed full until I whimpered and begged under my breath for him to move again. My moans were high, broken, but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted every brutal inch he was giving me.
“Look at you,” he muttered, smirking as his palm cracked lightly across my ass. “Taking it. You were really gonna waste your time with a toy when you could be getting fucked like this?”
The slap stung, but the heat of it made me clench around him, my body betraying me. He hissed and shoved back in, harder than before, my whole body jolting forward on the bed. The headboard creaked with the force, his rhythm relentless now, every thrust a messy slap of skin.
My legs shook, my arms threatening to give out, but he didn’t let up. His grip on my hips turned bruising, dragging me back onto him again and again. The sound of him using me, the way my body opened and clenched for him, it was overwhelming.
Nate’s rhythm turned feral, each thrust harder than the last, until he suddenly drove deep and stayed there, buried to the hilt. His whole body went rigid, a guttural curse ripping from his throat. “Shit—Ja… fuck, Jamie.” His grip on my hips tightened brutally, nails biting into my skin as his cock throbbed inside me.
I felt it then; hot pulses spilling deep, filling me, flooding me with every twitch of his release. The warmth spread through me in waves, each one making me clench tighter around him, milking out every drop he had. His groans were raw in my ear, breath hot and broken, his body grinding against mine as though he couldn’t get close enough.
He stayed there, locked in me, holding me to the mattress while he rode it out, his thrusts turning into slow, sloppy pushes that smeared his cum deeper. By the time he finally stilled, both of us were trembling...breathing hard.
For a long while, the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. My face was buried in the pillow, my body buzzing and sore in ways I’d never felt before. Nate collapsed against me, his weight heavy, cock still inside, like he refused to let go. His hand stroked sweat-damp hair from my forehead, almost tender despite the way he’d just ruined me.
Then he chuckled, low and smug. “So,” he murmured, voice hoarse, “still think that toy could compare to the real thing?”
I shivered, my answer caught somewhere between exhaustion and lingering heat. He kissed the back of my shoulder, slow and claiming, and I knew there was no undoing what just happened, no pretending this hadn’t changed everything.
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