Page 63 of Empty Heat
Lev nodded. He grabbed lube and squirted all over his shaft, then lowered himself so his cock dragged against my crack. I felt it nudge at me in just the right spot. That was what I’d been waiting for all night.
I raised my hips up, but no use. Lev was in total control. It was both frustrating and heady.
He reached between us and held himself at the base, then slowly moved forward. The head of his cock touched right at my entrance and eased in.
I held my breath.
Lev stopped, holding himself still. “Are you all right?”
“Yes. How far?”
“Just the head.” He touched my cock, stroking softly up and down.
“Oh, that’s good.”
“More?” he asked.
I nodded fast.
He pushed in for what felt like a long time. It was a real cock. Finally! Warm and throbbing. My insides stretched around him, the muscles quivering, and I held my breath.
“Stop,” I said. “Wait.”
“Yes. For as long as you need.”
I wondered how he could have such control. “How does it feel to you?” My face reddened to even ask.
He smiled down at me. “Wonderful, Callum. You are incredible. Everything is quite warm and inviting. I have told you and you need to believe me that there is nothing wrong with you. It is about your pain and managing that. This is for you to learn to findyourpleasure.”
“How far are you inside me?”
“Hmm. Maybe halfway.”
That was all? It had felt like he’d slid in for a long time.
He made me spin. I wanted him deeper. “Okay, I’m ready. More.”
He pushed again and there was some burn. “Stop.”
“Okay. Take your time. Get used to it.”
Get used tohim, not it. That was what he should have said. I wanted him and only him. I could definitely get used to it.
The burn subsided though I still felt stretched to my limit. I’d seen Lev’s cock a lot in the last hours, and it was definitely big, but not huge. He had a lovely shape with a rounded head and girthier at the base. I wasn’t as worried about that as about the depth. My hole, it seemed, could stretch but my insides were more compact—if that was the right word.
“Okay, I’m ready again. Go slow.”
“Of course, Callum. You’re doing exceptionally well.”
“Yeah,” I blurted. “I have an alpha cock in my ass and I’m not panicking.”
“That’s huge progress, don’t you think?” His eyes twinkled and he bent down without moving his hips and kissed me.
My mind careened. He made me feel cared for. Loved, even. How was that possible? Because he was the best at his job? Because he cared?
“Can you move out a little and then push in?”
“Yes.” He smiled and gripped both my shoulders. He moved his hips back, then forward, keeping himself in total control, gliding into me as if in a slow dream.
