Chapter Eleven
The urge didn’t go away. I still wanted Conrad deep in me, but I had to get to the library so I could finish the paper I had due in a matter of days without distractions. Maybe my hormones finally caught up to me, but all I wanted to do was have sex. I got up, showered, and ready to go.
“Later,” I said, walking out into the hall, but as soon as I left the room, I was back in it, and Conrad grabbed me by my neck and threw me onto the bed. I guess, his urge didn’t go away either. I landed on my side but rolled onto my stomach, pushing up on all four, greatly arching my back and raising my ass in the air. Conrad got on the bed behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist and bent forward, so his head lay on my shoulder. I pushed my ass up against him, and he thrust back against me. He let go, pushing his hands on my shoulders, shoving me to the bed, kissing the back of my neck and under my ear, undoing his pants. He got up on his knees and pulled his T-shirt off and shook his jeans off the rest of the way. He then reached around me and undid my pants, tugging them down. Then went my shirt. I began to pant in anticipation as he tore off my underwear with his teeth. Neither of us said a word. I let him take charge, be in command of me. He slipped off his underwear and kissed up my back, nuzzling his nose into my neck, rubbing his face on my shoulder, licking where he bit me the night before. And then I felt pressure at my hole. He put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in close to my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you hard.” He didn’t wait for a response and plunged his head in.
I cried out as my hole stretched around him, and he pushed all the way in. My body shook from the intrusion. He slid back out and rammed into me again.
“God, Mason,” he screamed. “I feel like I’m going to explode.” He pressed in deep and filled me. My core inside burned and so much pressure internally, pushing up against everything. It was like his cock was somehow making space and expanding inside me.
“Conrad,” I sputtered out. “Do something.” I don’t know what I wanted him to do, but it felt like he was going to stretch me wide open, and it needed to stop. He put his hand on my upper back and shoved me down to the bed with my ass still in the air. He situated himself, straddling me from more on top and drove his hardness down.
I screamed and clawed at the bed as my body convulsed each time he hit my prostate. It was all-consuming. I felt it from my toes to my scalp. A deep, tightening burn within along with waves of ecstasy radiating from the burn. I tried to push up on my hands, but Conrad took my hips and lowered my ass some and held my head down. I was pinned and writhing and whimpering from the sensations rushing through me. He gave me this great pleasure, and I gave myself to him. I welcomed his roughness, his dominance, the pain. And my cock began to tingle, and my body shivered.
“Oh God. Oh, Conrad. I’m coming”. And the bit that I had to offer shot out onto the sheets. My chest heaved, and I panted for a moment before Conrad pushed me flat on the bed, locking his legs around mine and moaning my name. He gripped my shoulders and picked up the pace, filling me with his release. He kept pumping, and it still spilled forth. He finally shuddered to a finish and collapsed on top of me. We lay in a sweaty heap, happy and sated, and before long, Conrad started pumping in me again.
“Mason, I just want you so bad.” He licked and bit at my shoulder near the base of my neck, a spot he seemed to love.
“Pound me, Conrad.”
He thrust hard and fast into me and panted and screamed, sweat running down our bodies, the smell of our sex thick in the air. Conrad once again shuddered to a release.
“Something about you does this to me.”
“Can’t pull out?” I asked.
“I swear I’m not making it up and, to be honest, I don’t want to. Sit back and ride me.”
We both sat back as a unit of one, and he pumped up into my ass and reached around and pinched both of my nipples. I whimpered and began to cry. I couldn’t take it. It was too much for me to handle anymore.
“Shhh,” Conrad whispered in my ear, caressing my breasts and then stroking my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I don’t know. Oh, God, no. Oh, Conrad. Oh. Oh.” He rolled my hardened nubs between his fingers and suckled my neck, and my body shook with release.
“Let’s lay down. Okay?” He guided us down to our sides, and my breathing started to slow down, and I began to shove my ass at him, pushing him further inside me.
“What is going on with us?” I asked between breaths.
“Maybe we’ve had this pent up too long. Perhaps we’re just long overdue.” He lifted my leg and thrust faster, grunting and hitting me in my spot. I thrashed on the bed next to him as my body was wracked with waves of pleasure, still so full of him. Everything in me stretching and pulling on his engorged cock. The burn in me squelching every time an orgasm hit, writhing with bliss and an undertone of pain. Conrad stroked my cock and lifted up my arm, wrapping it behind his shoulder as he flicked his tongue over my nipple. My breasts tingled and swelled. Panting, I rode his cock through my orgasm, just a trickle of come seeping from me. But I knew we weren’t done yet.