“That’s it,” Nerion encouraged, his pace quickening. “Let me hear how much you love my thick cock.”
His hands gripped my hips with bruising force as he began to pound into me. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass filled the room, punctuated by our heavy breathing and my increasingly desperate moans.
“Harder,” I begged, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Please, Nerion, harder!”
He complied eagerly, driving into me with an intensity that had the bed frame creaking beneath us. My arms gave out, and I collapsed onto my forearms, my face pressed against the mattress. This new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper, his cock striking my prostate perfectly with every thrust.
“Fuck, Teddy,” he groaned, one hand sliding up my sweat-slicked back to grip my hair. “Nobody’s ever taken my cock as good as you.”
The gentle tug on my hair sent another jolt of pleasure through me. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved every second of it. My cock throbbed painfully, desperate for attention, but I couldn’t coordinate myself enough to reach down and stroke it.
As if reading my mind, Nerion reached around my hip, his fingers wrapping around my length. His strokes matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“I’m close,” I warned, my voice muffled against the sheets.
“Me too,” he panted, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Want me to pull out?”
“No,” I gasped. “Don’t you dare. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
His grip on my hair tightened, and his thrusts became erratic. “Fuck, yes,” he hissed. “I’m gonna fill you up. That way everyone knows you’re mine.”
His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my cock pulsing in his hand as I spilled onto the sheets below. My entire body clenched, including around Nerion’s cock, which triggered his own release.
He thrust deep one final time, holding himself buried inside me as he came with a strangled cry. I could feel the heat of his cum filling me, each pulse of his cock sending aftershocks of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
For several long moments, we remained frozen in that position, both of us panting heavily. Eventually, Nerion carefully pulled out, causing me to wince slightly at the sudden emptiness. I felt his cum trickling down my thigh as I collapsed fully onto the bed, utterly spent.
“Fuck…” I breathed, rolling onto my back to look up at him.
Nerion’s hair was wild around his face, his chest flushed and heaving. His blue eyes were dark with satisfaction as he gazed down at me. “You’re really good at taking cock,” he murmured, leaning down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to my lips. “Especially for a newbie.”
When he pulled back, there was something in his expression I couldn’t quite read. A vulnerability that seemed at odds with his usual confident demeanor. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his familiar smirk.
“Stay here,” he said, rising from the bed. “I’ll grab a towel.”
I watched him walk naked to the small adjoining bathroom, admiring the lean lines of his body and the freckles that dustedhis shoulders and back. I felt boneless, completely satisfied in a way I hadn’t experienced before meeting Nerion.
When he returned with a warm washcloth, he cleaned me with gentle, careful strokes. There was something wonderfully intimate about this act, more so even than the sex we’d just had. I found myself studying his face, the concentration in his eyes as he tended to me.
“What?” he asked, catching me staring.
“Nothing,” I replied, though it wasn’t true. There were a thousand things I wanted to say, questions I wanted to ask. Like why he’d warned me not to fall in love with him. Like why he looked at me with longing and fear in his eyes. Or what he was so afraid of.
Instead, I reached up and brushed a strand of red hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. His expression softened for a moment before he cleared his throat and stood, disposing of the washcloth in a hamper.
“Are you hungry?” Nerion asked, breaking the strange moment between us. “I’ve got some snacks stashed away if you want something.”
I stretched my limbs, feeling pleasantly sore. “Actually, yeah. I’m starving.”
“Swimming and fucking like pigs will do that to you,” he said with a grin, pulling on a pair of loose sweatpants. He didn’t bother with underwear or a shirt. “I’ve got protein bars, chips, and some leftover pizza from yesterday.”
“Pizza sounds amazing,” I replied, sitting up and wincing slightly at the tenderness in my ass.
Nerion noticed my discomfort and smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Is that a promise of more to come?” I asked, unable to keep the hopeful tone from my voice.
His expression shifted slightly, that guarded look returning for just a moment before he shrugged. “As long as we’re clear on what this is.”