Page 60 of Full Split
Niles knee walks up to settle between my spread legs and pushes my knees to my chest.
“Hold these,” he instructs, and I hold myself wide open for him. It should be mortifying, or scary, but more than anything I’m so turned on that I’ve leaked a puddle onto my stomach.
His fingers at my entrance make me moan, and I take two easily. He stretches me up to three before my erection starts to flag from the burn, but he expertly slurps me down and brings me back to full hardness while his fingers continue to work me open.
“Niles,” I whine—yes, whine—when he’s been torturing my prostate for too long, pulling back every time I get too close to the edge. “I need you.”
He smirks, but I can see that same emotion behind his eyes that he’s had since he got here—excitement, joy, undeniable lust, and a touch of that vulnerability that makes me feel soft and gushy inside. He’s melting me from the inside out.
Niles positions himself over me then leans down to kiss me before pressing into me slowly. He prepped me well. There’s only a slight burn as he pushes a little further, the head popping through my ring as I stretch to accommodate him. He pauses a moment before pushing in another inch or so, then pulling back and slowly thrusting forward. Bit by bit, he works me open and buries deeper inside me until his pelvis is flush with my ass.
“Fuck, Wyatt. You took it even better than I thought you would.” He pulls back a little to look down at where we’re connected. “Shit, that’s hot.” Niles leans forward and kisses me again, grinding himself into me. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” I say truthfully. “It doesn’t hurt. Can you feel me?” I want to know how the prosthetic feels for him, if he can feel himself inside me the way the man who made it said he would.
Niles closes his eyes, pulls out, and pushes inside me again. He adjusts our positions, and I wrap my legs around his waist, body opening to him even more. He rocks into me and we both groan.
“Yes,” he whispers. “I can feel you.”
We breathe in each other’s pants, drink each other’s moans, and writhe in each other’s arms as Niles rolls his body into mine. Our sweaty bodies rub against each other, my cock trapped in the middle, pulsing and leaking between us.
“Niles—uhhnngg— you feel—“gasp “—so good.”
This is so much better than I even thought it would be. I don’t want to stop, but I’m growing ever closer to the edge I’ve been teetering on. Niles lengthens his strokes, pulling all the way out before pushing back in again. He hooks a strong arm under one of my legs and pulls it up against my body, and the change in angle makes me see stars.
“Ohfuck. There,” I tell him, reaching down to grip his ass and pull him into me again. “Oh my God?—”
“Right here?” Niles asks, rolling his hips and hitting me in that sweet spot again. The pleasure strikes through me like a lightning bolt and all I can do is grunt and keep my hand on his ass, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Niles groans and picks up his pace. “I knew you were going to take it so good.” He presses another kiss to my lips and then pushes to his knees.
“Fuck me, Niles,” I urge. “Fuck me so good I’ll feel you for days.”
Niles pushes both of my knees to my chest, holding me open and steading himself. His muscles flex as he thrusts into me harder and faster. That edge of delicious pressure grows, tingling up from the small of my back.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come?—”
“Fuck yes, Daddy. Come for me.”
Moans, gasps, skin slapping against skin, a high-pitched keening echoes against the walls.Fuck,I think that’s me.
I moan his name, my voice shaking as my whole world collapses and rearranges itself. I barely have the wherewithal to remember to reach under my pillow and press the small remote button.
Niles cries out as the hidden vibrator inside the core of his cock buzzes to life. His thrusts get jerky as he rides the sensation.
My orgasm isn’t a wave, it’s a detonation. I make noises I didn’t know I was capable of as it works itself through me. It starts in the pit of my groin and explodes out of my cock like a mushroom cloud. Cum doesn’t just shoot out of me, it sprays, hitting me in my chin before painting my chest and stomach.
At the same time, Niles hisses and moans long and low, rocking into me as he follows me over the edge. He trembles through it and then collapses on my chest.
A shrill, unwelcome sound tears through the fabric of my reality, pulling me out of the most amazing dream. I was with Niles, floating on a raft down a river. The water churned faster and faster, until the rapids were accelerating us towards a roaringwaterfall. Foam and mist clouded around us, glittering with rays of Sun and streaks of rainbows.
We were rapidly being pulled to the edge of the massive waterfall, so high up I couldn’t see what was below. Niles’ hand tightened in mine, and he pulled me back down to him. Even with the plummet ahead of us, I felt content. Finally, when we were flung over the edge, it wasn’t at all scary or intimidating. It was invigorating.
I never saw what it was at the bottom of that waterfall, though, because the harsh ringing of my phone pulled me out of the best sleep of my life.
Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I end up knocking a few things over but finally manage to silence the ringing. Or maybe they hung up.
I pick it up and blink at the display. It’s past eight o’clock in the morning, and Sid has called me three times.
