I was more than fucking ready to stuff him to capacity. Using skills I hadn’t even know I possessed, I kept the three fingers buried deep inside him, used my teeth to rip the condom open, and then managed to work it onto my throbbing length with only one hand. The way my hands trembled with excitement and lust, I kinda felt like I was an Olympic medalist in condom placement after the achievement.
For Ari’s part, he was busy rocking against my fingers, fucking himself on the digits while I’d become distracted with the condom. Fuck, it was a glorious sight. So fucking glorious that I nearly came right then and there. Hell, I was so sensitive that a slight breeze blowing against my cock could probably set off orgasmic fireworks. It would be humiliating if I came like a teenager as soon as I buried my length inside him.
Realizing time wasn’t on my side, I withdrew my fingers and lined the head of my cock against his opening and pushed inside before his muscles had time to tighten back up again. Only the tip slipped inside and past the tight ring of muscles before Ari’s entire body froze and a yelp of pain slipped from his lips. Before I had time to react to what I planned, his body jack-knifed into an awkward arch. The sudden movement, unfortunately, caused him to finish impaling himself on my length…which led to another string of curse words and a half-hearted attempt to crawl away from being skewered. Unsure of what was wrong, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tightly against me. “Shhhh, angel, it’s okay,” I murmured to him softly as I stroked his quivering stomach muscles. “I’m sorry. I thought you were ready.”
I watched as his eyes widened a fraction and then he turned his head to look at me, a look of pure wonderment on his expressive face. “Oh. My. God. You’re inside me,” he whispered. “I feel your fucking heartbeat inside of me.”
Confused, I answered, “Uh…yeah. What’s wrong?” A thought struck me. “Is it the piercing? Shit, if it’s the piercing, I can take it out.” I’d never come across anybody that hadn’t found that it increased their pleasure, but with my luck, Ari would be the first.
“No…no,” he answered softly. “No, it’s good.” He wiggled his ass, bit his bottom lip, and added, “Just different, I guess. Give me a minute.”
I ended up giving around closer to three minutes before I felt his body begin to relax. Not moving…not thrusting inside of him with all my strength had placed me firmly in the darkest corner of hell. That was okay, though, because the look on Ari’s face had slowly transformed from terrified to heavenly. Cautiously, he flexed his hips and then rocked forward and back again—only moving a couple of inches…but it was a couple inches away from hell and closer to heaven for me.
“Oh…that’s not bad; that’s not bad at all,” he said. “For a few minutes there, you had me scared—didn’t think I was going to be able to do it.”
I frowned. “Do what? Handle the piercing?” How in the fucking hell could he be putting sentences together right now?
“Yeah, that’s it—handle the piercing,” he answered. “It’s…nicer than what I’d thought it would ever be.” He nibbled his bottom lip and looked over his shoulder at me again. “I, uh, think I’m ready for you to move now.”
“Sure?” Weirdest sex conversation ever.
“Only one way to find out.” He rocked forward again, this time much further, and then slid back on my length. “Holy motherfucking, sweet Jeezus. That feels delicious.”
And that was all I needed to know. I reached forward to grab both his wrists and pulled them to where they were captured behind his back, right above his ass. His chest hit the mattress and his ass rose higher in the air. I used his wrists as a way to hold him in place as I pulled nearly all the way out and they slammed into him again. He grunted but followed that sound with a moan of pleasure. After that, there was no holding me back. I held his hands tightly and fucked him hard. When the images of his hands being tied with bright rope instead of being held by my hands entered my mind, I pushed them aside. This was just as good. Anything with Ari would always be enough.
The bed rocked, and Ari’s body bounced erotically from the impact. His cock, swollen to maximum size, swung wildly between his legs with each of my thrusts. I tilted my hips and then lowered his position just enough that the angle would cause me to hit his prostate and, just as important, cause the head of his cock to swipe the fluffy comforter each time I slammed into him. The first time I nailed his prostate, he screamed so loud that I feared somebody might call for security. After that, though, it was just mumbled words that made no sense. When I tapped that sensitive nerve bundle five times, his orgasm hit and strings of cum coated the comforter.