Page 9 of Filtration Play
His whole body heated, just a torrent of flames at this point. “Please fuck me.” He didn’t give a damn about anything beyond getting Fin’s cock in his ass.
“Mmm, love the sound of that, beautiful.” Their tone was dark and filthy. They knocked his legs open wider and settled between them, then notched the head of their cock against his hole and slowly pushed in an inch. “This what you need?”
“Mmmph.” His cheek pressed into the ground, his whole body throbbing and awake from their tumble, from the way Fin lit his synapses. The fresh scent of dirt and gravel filtered through with every inhale.
They pumped in and out of him, only the tip. It felt good, but he craved more, on a bone-deep level. He wanted them thrusting into him as roughly as they’d wrestled around with him on the ground.
“Or does some little slut need more?” Fin’s voice was like liquid heroin, pouring through his veins with intensifying desire.
“God, yes,” Ollie groaned. His mind had emptied of anything but pure need, of the longing to get fucked hard, to feel owned, connected, even if just for this brief moment in time.
“I think I can handle that,” they said, the low growl in their voice sending a shudder through him.
Fin sank in the rest of the way, their girth, thickness enough to knock the breath from his lungs. The fullness threatened to overwhelm him. How it felt to be pinned down to the ground, his arm loosely pressed against his lower back. Fin’s thighs against his, their body bracketing his from behind, elevated him higher and higher. How they’d been smuggling that thing between their legs the whole time mystified him. A low hum sounded from the cock, a vibration traveling all through it. His insides sparked, his whole body alive in a way he hadn’t been in far too long.
Fin pulled back and thrust in again. “Damn, that feels good. This ass is a fucking work of art.” They gripped his cheek tight, keeping his arm pinned. “You still with me, sweetheart?”
“Yeah.” The word was barely coherent, his mind swimming with how hot he burned. Getting groped and pinned and fucked under the full moon, the roar of the waves close by. This was beyond anything he could ever have imagined. He’d have bruises tomorrow, guaranteed, but he relished the prospect.
Those marks—those were safe.
“Hands overhead, gorgeous.” They gave the order, and his body complied on automatic. He hadn’t even realized they’d let go of his arm. Before he could miss the pressure of being pinned, they clamped a hand around his wrists. Goddamn, he liked that too much.
His face was mashed into the ground, his legs splayed out, crushed under Fin’s body as they slammed into him harder. With each stroke, sparks flared through him, growing in intensity more and more. They brushed against his prostate, and he moaned hard, the pleasure flooding through him.
His body ached from the way they’d tumbled around, but the throb of his balls drowned that out, sheer need driving him. His cock hung heavily between his thighs, pre-cum dribbling from the tip. Fin’s thicklength was the perfect size to tag his prostate, and now that they’d discovered it, they did so mercilessly. As if they relished reducing him to an incoherent mess.
Hit after hit of pleasure slammed into him, and they didn’t stop.
The hum of their cock mingled with the crash of the waves, the unsteady breaths exploding out of both of them.
“Fuuuuck.” Fin pounded into him hard. “You’ve got such a sweet hole. I’m going to fuck you until your legs are shaking. Until your whole body’s trembling with need.”
Each collision left a sting behind, one that zipped through Ollie’s adrenaline and amplified it even more. His balls throbbed so badly the sensation was all he could focus on.
Fin froze midthrust and let out an animalistic sound as they came. “Oh god.”
Their ragged breaths sounded from behind, but they shifted their hips, their cock sliding in and out of him again.
“Thought I was done with you, babe?” they teased. “An orgasm isn’t going to stop me from wrecking you.”
Holy fuck. Heat rushed through him in a fierce sweep as they fucked him harder than before, driving him into the ground. Grunts escaped their lips as they found his prostate and brushed against it over and over and over again.
They were nothing but pure stamina, and he wouldn’t survive the onslaught.
His balls ached so hard it grew agonizing, and he whimpered.
“Need to come, babe?” Fin asked, their front plastered against his back. If only it was skin to skin. If only they were fucking him completely stripped down. The taunt in their voice suggested they weren’t done with him yet.
“So badly,” he gasped.
“Mm, I don’t see those legs shaking yet. I think a stud like you can take more.”
Fuuuuck. Endorphins rushed through him. He wanted to be good for them so much, wanted to submit to every command that escaped their lips.
He could take more. And he wanted to take every damn thing they were willing to give.
The pressure of teeth into his shoulder snapped him out of his haze. Pleasure gushed through him in a fierce swill.
