Page 44 of Lost and Bound
So naturally, that’s what I expected him to do. I lay still, thinking any second I’d feel the harsh burn of his huge cock stretching me open.
Instead he moved down, shouldering my thighs open so that I had my ass tipped up in the air and my knees spread wide like I was presenting myself to be mounted. He pressed his face between my cheeks, stubble brushing over the sensitive inner curves.
I let out a yelp, and he chuckled.
Right against my hole, his hot breath tickling over that delicate skin.
Fuck, and now I was thinking of myself as delicate. Or at least that part of myself.
I wasn’t, and he needed to get the fuck out of my head.
For a few long moments, he just breathed on me, hot and soft and making me squirm. And then his tongue flicked out, drawing little circles. Clockwise. Counterclockwise. Tracing my hole, getting it wet. Heating my skin. Big hands massaged my thighs, working my muscles into jelly. Christ, that felt good, and I could’ve melted into the bed if my cock hadn’t been so hard the mattress was in real danger of getting a hole drilled in it.
“You taste sweet, Jared,” he rumbled against me.
I let out a high-pitched sound I’d deny to my dying day. Gods. My name, in that deep voice, and spoken right against my hole…
And he hadn’t stopped talking. “So fucking sweet.” He traced another circle. “Soft. Even softer inside.” He suddenly thrust his tongue into me, and I started to shake, helplessly. Every word strung me tighter. Every touch.
Calder pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my hole and slid up again, kneeling between my calves. A click. Had he brought that bottle of lube with him in his pocket? Apparently so. Christ. And then the slick sound of a hand on flesh, getting himself ready for me. He leaned down, covering me with his body, warm and heavy. But not too heavy, not enough to make me feel trapped or crushed.
Enclosed. Protected. Cut off from a world that didn’t know what the fuck to do with me, and that I didn’t understand anymore. He leaned his elbows on either side of my shoulders and rubbed his thick cock over my ass. No need to hold me down, anymore, or keep me in position. My ass rose up to meet him. He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t ever let me be hurt, even though everything and everyone else seemed hell-bent on it.
As long as he was on top of me and around me, nothing would ever hurt again.
The head of his cock pressed inside, and I pushed back to take him in.
Slowly, inch by inch, he filled me, until his hips hit my thighs. He nuzzled my throat, kissed the mating bite, slid a hand under me and cupped my pec, thumb stroking softly over my nipple.
He didn’t move. He didn’t need to. Speared on that cock, covered by his strong body, I didn’t need anything else. The world vanished, narrowed down to the way he’d filled every hollow place in me.
I shook, and I tightened around him, milking his cock with the force of my orgasm. My fingers curled into the sheets. Above me, Calder groaned, the first involuntary sound he’d ever made when he took me. He started to thrust, and I took that, jolting with every one of his movements. It wasn’t long before he felt thicker inside me. His knot, already swelling and pushing inside.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Jared.” His knot caught on my rim, and he shoved it in. “Jared,” he whispered, low and rough, and came in spurt after spurt. I felt each one, hot and deep.
He rolled us to our sides and wrapped me in his arms, his face buried in my hair, his chest heaving against my back.
I reached up and laid my hand over his before I’d realized what I was doing, and jerked it back. He moved too fast for me, though, grabbing it again and pressing it against my chest, with his over it.
And then he laced our fingers together and kissed my hair.
My eyes popped open, and I stared wide-eyed at the opposite wall, my body going a lot stiffer than I would’ve thought I’d be capable of after coming my brains out.
“Easy,” he said. “Easy, Jared. I’m still inside you. If you get too tense and squeeze those muscles around my cock, I’ll stay hard all night.”
“You’re holding my hand.” My voice went up a whole octave, and I had to clear my throat. “Why—you’re holding my hand.”
He shrugged, jostling me a little, and I winced as his knot tugged on me. Another kiss, this time to the top of my ear. “You’re holding my hand too.”
I looked down. Yeah, I was. I’d wrapped my fingers tightly around his in return. Our forearms lay pressed together across my chest.
Beyond that, my cock lay soft and sated against my thigh. I’d come first, and from nothing more than having him inside me. Apparently my whole body had decided to get in on the ‘make Jared look like a pathetic idiot’ plan.
I wished I hadn’t slept all night and then all afternoon and evening, because I couldn’t have slept again even if someone drugged me. No escape that way. I had to lie here and listen to Calder’s heart thumping, feel his knot buried in me, and deal with the fact that we were holding hands and I didn’t want to let go.
It also meant I couldn’t get out of saying what had to be said. Maybe Calder stuck to the letter of the law and always kept his word—although the combination seemed to verge on malicious compliance. Or at least ‘get the better of Jared’ compliance, which felt the same to me. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so annoyed if he hadn’t laughed at me. Either way, I couldn’t let him show me up. We’d made a deal, and I’d lost the bet.
Which meant I had to be a man and admit it, dammit.
