“You okay?” he asked as he opened the lube sachet and squeezed some onto his fingers.
I nodded, watching as he slathered some over his cock.
Bracing myself for the main event, I jumped in surprise when his lube covered fingers returned to my hole, pushing inside once more, angling and searching until…
“Oh, fuck!”
“That’s it,” he said, pushing his fingers against my prostate. “Feel good?”
I didn’t know how to describe it, other than intense. So different from when I’d played with myself. “H-how did you know?”
“What, about the prostate?” he asked with a grin as he withdrew his fingers, then pushed them in again, harder. I rocked toward him with a moan. “Google research. Gay porn. I wasn’t about to fuck this up.”
I panted. “Good idea.”
“Mm-hmm, I thought so,” he said. “I’ve got three fingers inside you now. Think that’s enough prep?”
How the heck would I know? My body was crying for more of those delicious, mini-explosions to continue, though, so I threw caution to the wind.
“Yes, yes, fuck me,” I said loudly.
There was sudden laughter in the hallway, and I froze up, my eyes flying to the door.
“Thin walls,” Ace said. “Ignore them.”
I raised my hands to cover my face, mortified as I realized the guys could hear me begging Ace to fuck my ass. Just kill me now.
Ace tugged one hand down. “Hey, they all do it,” he said. “We all hear it. It’s okay.”
I took a deep breath, trying to relax my tense body. I realized I was clamped tight around his fingers. His fingers in my ass. This was all starting to feel awkward instead of sexy.
Ace pressed a quick kiss to my lips, then one right over my heart. Then, before my heart had finished skipping, he sank his mouth over my cock.
I groaned, biting down on a fist to muffle the sound.
It wasn’t the first time Ace had blown me, but every time felt like a miracle. At moments like these, I was suddenly reminded that Ace wanted me, that he was sucking my dick like he was meant for it, that he wasn’t the untouchable guy I’d always believed him to be. It was surreal, and I was still adjusting to my new reality.
As he sucked me and pumped his fingers in my ass, I fell right back into a desperate state.
“Ace,” I gasped. “Please. Now.”
He gently withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the sheet, then applied a little more lube to his sheathed cock, before lining up. His eyes were on the place where we joined as he slowly pushed in, but my eyes stayed on his face.
As I felt myself stretch around him, felt the resistance give away and the strange sensation of being filled to capacity, then filled a bit more beyond what I felt like I could take, I watched his lips part, watched him go slack-jawed with pleasure, saw the strain of going slow vanish as he finally let go and plunged deep.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he bottomed out inside me. “You’re so tight.”
“Is that bad?”
His eyes snapped up to mine. “No, babe. It’s good. I swear, it’s so fucking good for me. You’re perfect.”
I let out a strained breath. “Good.”
He was lodged inside me, feeling like something that didn’t quite belong, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted him deeper or wanted him out. I just wanted … something.
“How do you feel? Ready for me to move?”
“Move? Yes! Please move.”
He pulled his hips away from me, dragging his cock a few inches back, before pushing forward. He kept the thrusts gentle, rocking into me. “Okay?”
I could sense that he wanted to move more, faster, harder. I wanted him to enjoy this. “Yeah.”
He tilted his head, studying me. “You’re not. Not yet.”
“I’m sorry.”
He slowed to a stop, still inside me, and kissed me gently. “Don’t apologize, but don’t let me hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me.”
“You know what I mean.” He kissed me again, using his tongue to tease my lips open, to flick my tongue, and reawaken my desire. With his free hand, he grasped my mostly soft dick and stroked me back to hardness.
He patiently worked me over, kissing my mouth and my neck, whispering dirty compliments in my ear, and stroking my cock, until I began to crave more. I instinctively lifted my hips, pushing him deeper inside me, and we both made startled sounds of pleasure.
“Now, Ace. I’m good, please, just—ahh!”
He’d pulled back and thrust before I finished my sentence, lighting me up inside.
“Okay?”
“Do it again,” I gasped. “Keep going.”
He thrust his hips to and fro, filling me, emptying me, filling me. Gradually, he pounded harder and harder, and the harder he thrust in, the more my pleasure network lit up like a Christmas tree. He was punching my prostate and I was moaning loudly, no longer caring that someone might hear.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt, even with tendrils of pain dancing around the edges of it. It was a blend of the two, but there was more than enough pleasure to transcend the discomfort.
“Ace, oh fuck, I think—”
“Yes,” he hissed, grabbing my cock and stroking it roughly. “Come for me, Benji. Give it up to me.”
He tilted his hips, nailing my prostate dead-on, and I cried out as my climax slammed into me. It was different, having someone inside me while I came. There was an added layer of pleasure as my cock spurted and my ass contracted around him.
“Jesus,” he said in a pained voice, and then he was shaking and lowering his head to my shoulder, breathing hard.
I quivered beneath him, his muscled bulk pressing me into the bedding, his cock still pinning me like a fly. But I wasn’t uncomfortable, despite the sweat and cum covering me and the ache already starting to throb in my ass. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him tight.
I felt so close to him, so content.
And then the applause started.
Ace
Those dumb jerks.
My cock was still buried in Benji, body shuddering with little bursts of pleasure when my so-called brothers started clapping right outside the door.
“Finally!” Keith called out.
“I give them a score of nine out of ten for moaning,” Cooper said in his sleepy drawl.
“Only a seven for rattling the walls,” one of the other guys added. “Ace needs to up his game.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I groaned as I gently withdrew from Benji’s body. I wasn’t ready to go. Without the interruption I would have happily stayed there, connected to Benji more deeply than ever before and probably half-smothering him under my bulk.
For a minute there, I hadn’t been sure we were going to be compatible. Benji was so small, so tight. But once he’d adjusted, he’d been goddamn heavenly, feisty and loud and right there with me on the ride to nirvana.
And now these assholes were going to ruin everything.
Benji was shy enough without an audience of fools.
“I’m sorry about this,” I said as I climbed out of the bed, taking off the condom and twisting it shut as I stumbled toward the door. My legs didn’t feel fully operational, and Benji snickered as he saw me sway drunkenly and catch myself on the wall.