Page 13 of Concussion Protocol
“Lube?” I ask, because I’m going to need so much more from him before he’s done.
He pulls his fingers out of me and leans across my body to the bedside table. His cock is fully hard again, pressing against the back of my thigh. My body twitches to feel all of him.
Jon hurriedly rifles through the end table, throwing a few things on top as he digs through to find his lube. A couple of books and magazines, a journal, a jar of change, several pens, and a handful of condoms come out before he finds what he’s looking for.
“Is this okay?” His voice is shaky and unsure.
“It’s fine,” I pant, wriggling with impatience. I take the bottle and pour some onto Jon’s hands. He makes sure his fingers are coated before pushing inside me again with those same two fingers. His other hand wraps around my cock, and I make sounds I might be embarrassed about later. The lube is the warming kind, which is an entirely different sensation. It feelslike my dick is getting the best massage of its life, and heat spreads down my skin and inside me.
I arch off the bed when Jon hooks his fingers inside me and brushes my prostate.
“That’s where it is,” I hear him mutter, again probably not for me. It’s almost clinical. But he does the same motion again, and again, until I’m crying for more. Jon tentatively adds a third finger and slowly pushes it inside.
“Shane,” he pants. “You take my fingers so good. Your ass is sucking them in.Mmphf.” He makes a sound like he’s the one getting a prostate massage, and my cock gives a warning pulse that clenches my whole body. “Fuck, I felt that,” he rasps, watching my ass as he pumps his fingers inside me.
“Just imagine what it would feel like to have your cock inside me,” I taunt.
He freezes and his face flushes dark red. “Fuck,” he wheezes.
“Do it,” I tell him, reaching over to grab one of the condoms he tossed out of the drawer. I check the expiration and rip it open.
Jon hasn’t moved, and I’m not entirely sure he’s breathing.
“Shit, I’m sorry. That was too much. I didn’t mean—we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
He blinks back at me, and I swear his crystal blue eyes are piercing right through me.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asks incredulously. “I almost came on the spot just thinking about it. I want you. It. To do—it.Fuck.” He takes a breath. “Yeah. I want to.”
I sit up and switch our positions, so Jon is sitting back against the headboard. I grin against his mouth as I kiss him, not giving a fuck that his tongue was just in my ass.
“I want you to feel me from the inside out, Jon. I want to clench down on your cock when I come for you.”
Straddling his hips, I roll the condom down his long, thick cock and then position myself over him. I lick into his mouth, kissing him deeply before pulling away. My eyes lock on his as I slowly start to sink down.
CHAPTER 4
JON
I’m lost in pools of dark green, like a forest of evergreens. There’s no air to suck into my lungs. My mouth is parted in a silent moan, disbelieving all the sensations that my body is experiencing.
I’ve had my fair share of hookups, and one or two longer relationships, and the sex was always good. I’m certainly not a virgin. But right now, I might as well be, because this is something so new and intense that I can’t even comprehend everything I’m feeling.
At first, I’m not sure Shane’s ass can take me. My cock presses against his hole, and there’s resistance. He takes a deep breath and presses down. Andoh my godI’ve never felt anything so intensely tight and searingly hot.
It’s so tight, I think for sure it must be hurting him, but Shane only bites his lip and moans. I feel more pressure around my cock, and his ring of muscle contracting. And then it’s like his hole is pulling me inside him.
Shane sinks down, sheathing my cock in his tight heat inch by excruciating inch. Until finally his ass meets my pelvis and I’m seated entirely inside him.
I’m inside him.
Inside Shane.
My cock is buried in another man’s ass, and it’s easily the best place it’s ever been. I never want to leave.
“Okay?” Shane rasps. A bead of sweat rolls down his face to his jaw, and I lick it up.
“You feel so good,” I say, my voice low against his ear. “I’ve never felt anything like the way you make me feel.”
