Page 50 of Dust and Desire
“You sure?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, cupping his face in my hands. “Fuck me, Alex. Ineedit.”
With a groan that seemed torn from his very soul, he pushed forward, breaching me slowly. The stretch was intense, more than the plug had prepared me for, but not painful. Just... full. So incredibly full.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his forehead pressed against mine as he inched deeper. “You’re so tight.”
I clung to his shoulders, my body adjusting to the intrusion. When the metal of his piercing slid past my rim, I let out a startled cry of pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It was far better than anything I’d ever been able to do with a dildo.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked immediately, freezing in place.
“God, no,” I breathed, my nails digging into his skin. “It’s... the piercing... it feels amazing.”
Relief washed over his features, followed by a wicked grin. “Just wait,” he promised, rolling his hips slightly to let me feel it again.
The movement sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. I tightened my legs around him, urging him deeper. He complied,pushing until he was fully seated inside me, our bodies flush against each other.
“Alex,” I whispered, overwhelmed by the feeling of completeness. “I love you.”
His eyes softened even as his grip on my thighs tightened. “I love you too,” he replied, voice rough with emotion. “So much.”
He began to move then, slow, measured thrusts that had me gasping with each drag of his piercing against my prostate. The rain continued to pound against the windows, creating a wonderful backdrop to our lovemaking. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sweat beginning to form on his brow despite our rain-chilled skin.
“You feel so good,” he murmured.
“So do you,” I gasped, clinging to him as he pressed me harder against the wall. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, the metal of his piercing creating sensations I’d never imagined possible.
The storm outside seemed to match our intensity, thunder crashing just as Alex hit that perfect spot inside me. My head fell back against the wall, exposing my throat, which he immediately claimed with his mouth. His teeth grazed my pulse point, sending shivers down my spine that mingled with the pleasure building at my core.
“Harder,” I begged, surprising myself with my own desperation. “Please, Alex.”
He growled against my neck, his hands shifting to grip my ass as he complied, driving into me with renewed vigor. The new angle had his piercing dragging perfectly across my prostate with each thrust, and I couldn’t contain the broken cry that escaped my lips.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough and breathless. “Take every inch of my cock, beautiful.”
My fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him up for a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and need. Our bodies slid against each other, still slick from the rain, creating a delicious friction where my cock was trapped between us.
“I’m not going to last,” I admitted against his mouth, feeling the familiar tightening at the base of my spine. “You feel too good.”
“Then don’t,” he said, his eyes locking with mine, intense and loving. “Cum for me, Dustin. Show me how much you love my cock.”
His words, combined with a particularly deep thrust, pushed me right to the edge. I was teetering there, so close I could taste it, when Alex shifted his grip again, changing the angle just slightly. The movement had his piercing hitting me in exactly the right spot, and I was lost.
My orgasm crashed through me with an intensity that stole my breath. I cried out his name, my body clenching around him as I painted both our stomachs with hot streaks. The world narrowed to just this, Alex inside me, his arms around me, his name on my lips as pleasure coursed through every nerve ending.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body squeezed him. “I’m gonna fill you?—”
His words cut off in a guttural moan as his own release claimed him. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his warmth as he buried his face in my neck. His entire body shuddered against mine, and I held him through it, whispering words of love and encouragement as he came.
For long moments afterward, we stayed like that, pressed against the wall, our breathing gradually slowing. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic pace of my own. The rain continued to pour outside, but it seemed gentler now, as if the storm too had spent its fury.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked softly, his voice hoarse as he pressed gentle kisses to my throat. “I wasn’t too rough?”
I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers trailing through his damp hair. “You were perfect,” I assured him, feeling utterly boneless in his arms. “Better than perfect.”
He pulled back slightly to look at me, his brown eyes searching my face with tender concern. “Your first time shouldn’t be against a walllike some?—”
“Like some what?” I interrupted, cupping his jaw. “Like some romance smut come to life? Because that’s exactly what it felt like.”
