Page 3 of Pumped

He’s trim, not like, in a twinky sort of way, but like one of those guys who wouldn’t gain an ounce of fat if they ate bucketloads of ice cream. He’s not muscular, but he is all muscle.

Dark chest hair narrows to a thin line on his flat stomach, and it trails all the way down, disappearing under the waistband of his pants. My eyes are glued to his fingers, long and strong, with a dusting of hair across the tops of his knuckles. They pop the button on his pants, then drag the zipper down one tooth at a time. My breath hitches with each subtletickof the zipper until I feel like I’m hyperventilating.

Owen steps out of his pants—and folds them neatly—leaving him in only a pair of black boxer briefs. His dick print is clearlyvisible, and there’s a growing wet spot around the head I want to suck on. His thighs are thick, his calves are toned, and there’s more hair dusting the tops of his toes.

I gulp.

Owen is older than me, but I don’t think by much. Except seeing him now, all dark and dangerous, he feels so much older, more in control, more put together, more of a man.

“Get on the bed.”

I don’t think. I just scramble to obey.

Owen grabs the complimentary condom and lube from the tray of miniature-sized snacks and drinks provided by the hotel and tosses them onto the bed next to me. Then he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pauses. He waits. Like he’s hesitating, like he’s not sure this is a good idea anymore, like he might want to put his clothes back on and tell me to get the hell out of his room.

Fear makes my gut clench as everything inside me screams, “No!” That can’t happen. Not now. Not when we’ve already come so far.

I crawl to the edge of the bed and put my hands on top of Owen’s. Then together, we push his underwear down past his hips until they drop to the floor. His cock springs up, close enough for me to see the veins running along its length, to smell the dark, rich scent of his pre-cum.

I take it in my hand, marveling at the velvety smoothness of the skin and the steely hardness underneath. Owen sucks in an audible breath and his hands curl into fists by his sides.

Satisfaction surges through me knowing that I’m affecting him as much as he’s affecting me. This isn’t just a one-way thing. I’m not the only one completely thrown by what’s happening to us.

I lean forward, opening my mouth and reaching my tongue out to lick the bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of Owen’scock. The potent, bitter flavor explodes on my tongue and I immediately want more—needmore. I seal my lips around the head of his cock and suck, desperate to drink him down.

Owen hisses, his hand coming to the back of my head. His fingers slide through my hair, possessive and controlling, and something inside me breaks open.

God. Fuck. Yes. This—whatever this is—this is what I’ve been searching for my whole life. The spark of something new and scary, the thrill of being in over my head, the release from going with the flow because I have no other choice.

Owen pushes my head down and I don’t resist. I let him hold me there, with his cock stuffing my throat so full I can’t breathe. My lungs burn and my vision goes blurry, but still, I don’t push him away.

When he finally lets me up for air, I’m panting, barely able to catch my breath. I roll to the side and collapse onto my back. My cock throbs with my every inhale and pre-cum gushes from me with every exhale. I swear to god, I think I could come like this. If he’d kept me there a second longer, if he’d tugged on my hair a bit harder, I would have come with nothing more than Owen’s cock in my mouth.

Owen grabs the lube and tears it open. He squeezes almost the whole thing out onto his fingers, then hikes one foot up onto the bed. With one hand, he strokes himself in long, lazy pulls. With the other, he reaches between his legs and past his balls.

I watch with half-lidded eyes as he preps himself. His body tenses and he shudders. He squeezes the base of his cock and lets out a slow, deliberate breath.

His eyes flash, blazing almost like there’s a light shining behind them. They’re amber, golden brown with a hint of red. I’ve never seen eyes like that before. I didn’t know eyes could be that color.

I stare into those eyes, caught by the intensity I see in them. Emotions so strong and yet so tightly reined in. A flurry of thoughts racing faster than I could possibly follow. There’s a world inside Owen’s mind that I don’t understand—that I’ll never understand.

I’m entranced as Owen climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips. He rips open the condom packet and rolls the latex over my aching, sensitive cock.

“I knew you’d be fucking huge,” he mutters more to himself than to me. Then he lines himself up and guides me into him.

Jesus H. Christ. My eyes roll toward the back of my head as I’m swallowed into his body. It’s heaven. It’s paradise. I’ve never felt anything so good, so perfect, so right.

Owen sits on my cock, hands braced against my stomach, every muscle flexed and taut. I fist the sheets under me, not daring to move, barely able to breathe, hovering right at the edge of an orgasm.

I don’t get it. It doesn’t make any sense. It’s just an ass, a hole, a dude I don’t even like very much. We haven’t done anything weird or kinky or new. And yet, I feel like a fucking virgin getting his first taste of sex. I feel like my body isn’t mine anymore, that it belongs to Owen to do with as he pleases.

When Owen finally moves, I have to squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t watch him ride me, his body rolling as he bounces on my cock. I don’t want to see the look on his face, the pleasure mixed with something harder, darker. If I see any of that, I’ll come and I don’t want this to end just yet.

Owen is relentless. He doesn’t start slow and easy and work his way up. He lifts himself up and slams himself down, like he’s trying to punish both of us with his fucking. Each time he bottoms out, he makes this deep, guttural sound that’s half grunt and half growl.

His cock slaps against my stomach, hard enough that it stings a little, and the sound of skin hitting skin sends goosebumps racing across my flesh. His fingers find my nipples and I can’t help crying out when he pinches them and twists. The delicious pain shoots straight to my cock and my hips come off the bed. Owen slams himself down on me and the pleasure radiates out from my groin to the outer extremities of my body.

Every cell is on fire. Every nerve ending is fried. I’m consumed, head to toe, in the pleasure Owen is wringing out of me. I never want this to end. I want to live here forever. Under Owen. At his mercy.

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