Page 36 of Brat on the Ball

“Just missed you,” he said, and his face broke out into one of those beautiful smiles I liked so much.

I put my hands under his armpits to lift him. “I missed you too. Now why aren’t we using your much superior apartment, so I can take you in the hot tub?”

“I don’t want the hot tub,” he said. “It all feels too tame after a hard day.”

“So what is it you want?” I caged him in against the door with my arms, aware he would be wary of people opening their doors and seeing us like this in the corridor. “Answer me, and I might just give it to you.”

Ollie jutted out his chin defiantly, then moved so he could whisper in my ear, his breath tickling me. “I want you rough, like that last time in the club. I want to hurt.”

My key was in the door before I could think, and Ollie fell backward as it swung open. I caught his arm, and then slammed the door shut with my other hand.

I felt in control, and powerful, and I felt like Ollie might know that. Might know it andlikeit. I pushed him up against the now-closed door and kissed him aggressively. I pawed at his trousers between both of our hardening cocks as we kissed. Our teeth clashed, and I knew I’d be leaving us both with swollen lips, but I didn’t care. Ollie wanted me rough and ready, and that’s what he was going to get.

I didn’t want foreplay or sweet nothings. I wanted it hard and fast and cruel, and so did he. I put one hand on Ollie’s shoulder and turned him to face the door, then lowered myself to my knees. I pulled down his trousers to just below his arse, then spread his cheeks with my hands so that I could see his hole. I spat on it before I let myself feast, licking and prodding at the sweet skin until Ollie was whining. I spat on his hole again before testing him with a finger, feeling it slip in, but spit wasn’t as silky as lube, so there was a friction to it as I sank into the warmth up to my knuckle.

“Jesus,” I muttered, then pulled my finger out and went back to rimming him. I wanted his hole so prepared that I could just slide in when I did have to get the condom and lube.

I pushed again with my finger and then added a second. There was some resistance, but I pushed past it, and once I’d crooked my fingers up toward his prostate, the ring of tense muscle relaxed around my fingers.

“Good boy,” I said, pushing my fingers in and out of him. “Such a good boy. Stay here, stand exactly like this whilst I grab supplies.”

“No,” said Ollie. I immediately moved back and stood away from him. That was our safe word, and I wouldn’t ever disrespect it.

“Is everything OK?” I asked. “You want to stop?”

“No,” said Ollie. “I can’t wait for you. I need it now, I need it hard. I need it rough.”

Chapter Nineteen - Ollie

I couldn’t believe I’d said it. But I had. And I was oh-so aware of George as he stepped up close behind me. He must have released his cock from his trousers, because I felt it nudging up against me, like he was testing the boundary.

“You sure?” he asked. “It will hurt, doing it like this.”

“I need it to hurt,” I confessed. “Makes me feel better.”

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he muttered. I really hoped he wouldn’t be. His fingers rubbed up against my hole again, gently massaging it and helping me to relax. I felt him lean down, using my thighs for support as he spread my cheeks and spat on my hole again. It felt so degrading, but so fucking hot. Then I heard him spit again, and when I looked back, he was slicking up his cock.

“You definitely want this?” he asked, coming in close again, positioning himself so that his thick cock was notched against my hole.

In response, I pushed back so that the head breached me. The sting was worse than when I was properly lubed up, but it felt so good to have him inside me, bare and wanting, that I didn’t care. George wrapped one arm around my neck as he pushed into me. We were both braced against the door, and I hissed as he pushed into me.

“Keep going,” I said. “Please, God, keep going.”

“I am, baby,” said George as he slid in, right to the hilt. The stretch was amazing, the pain beautiful and so necessary. Gently, too gently, George started to pull out and pushed himself back in. Every time he pulled back, I fell apart, and every push in put me back together again. It was heaven, in every sense of the world. His arm around my neck was restricting my air a little, but also felt like it was anchoring me.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered before he captured my earlobe between his lips. “Sofucking good.”

I could only whimper in response. My brain couldn’t come up with anything remotely coherent or sensible. I could just lose myself in him and the feeling he was giving me.

George’s pace picked up, and I could hear the sound of flesh smacking flesh as he pounded into me. “So close,” he whispered. “So fucking close.”

His free hand came to rest on my cock, hardly moving as he pounded me. But it didn’t matter. The movement of our hips gave me just enough friction to bring me closer to orgasm. I could feel it building, building, and then I was finishing all over George’s hand and the door. “Fuck!” I shouted, finally finding my voice as George groaned low and deep in my ear, pumping once, twice more and then collapsing against me so I was flat against the door.

It wasn’t until George slid out from me that I realised there were tears leaking from my eyes.

“Shit, are you OK?” he asked, turning me to get a better look and wiping at my cheeks with one finger. Trembling, I fell into his chest and felt as his arms reached around me to constrict me.

“I’m so, so much more than OK,” I said. I thought back to the first time we had done anything in the club bathroom, and how I’d run away from him. I couldn’t run now. His arms wrapped around my body. His hold on me was both physical and metaphorical. George anchored me to the ground we stood on, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I knew what I wanted to say to him. There were words which would show just howmore than OKI was. But they could wait. I had time.

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