Chapter Nine
I needed Conrad to fuck me. I knew he felt it, too. I ate my breakfast, drank my smoothie, showered, and brushed my teeth twice, and my headache did go away, but now I had an intense urge to have sex. Everything in me pulsed and I couldn’t stop panting, my chest rising up and down. I stood in the middle of the room and stripped off the clothes I dressed in after I took my shower (I didn’t have the confidence to walk down the hall in a towel to get back to our room like so many others did). Conrad soaked me in with his eyes and licked his lips. I couldn’t wait for him to devour me.
It one large step, Conrad was on me and thrust his tongue into my mouth as I undid his pants. He shook his hips as I tugged them down, and we stumbled over to his bed. He pushed me backward, so I fell onto the bed and helped him pull off his shirt and underwear because it was taking him too long to strip. He already needed to be in me. I rolled over and got on all fours.
“Conrad, I need you so bad. Please, oh God, please fuck me.” I arched my back, going down onto my elbows and thrusting my ass in the air. My core burned, my cock and hole did, too. Conrad kneeled on the bed behind me, leaning over my back and kissing my neck, and I pushed myself up again with my arms straight. I arched my back and bent my head back. “I’m yours. Do whatever you want to me.”
Conrad wrapped his arm around my neck, crashed his lips to mine in a kiss, and then with one swift movement, he flipped me to my back, his mouth once again commanding a kiss from me. He interlaced his fingers in mine and pinned my hands down on the bed next to my head. “I want you, too, so bad,” he grumbled.
“Now then, please.” I bucked my hips up underneath him. He pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue tasting me, and his hips rocking into me. A gasp escaped my lips, and I wriggled my hips. He kissed under my chin and down my neck and to my chest. He took one breast in his mouth, sucking on it, flicking his tongue around, biting my nipple. He moved to my next one, and I moaned.
“Conrad,” I said between breaths. “I want to feel you in me.”
He rubbed his cock up and down my length, kissing my chest and neck and behind my ear. He then growled, let go of my arms and flipped me over. I pushed up on all fours, and he grabbed my hips, already pressing at my hole. With a swift movement of his hips, he thrust himself in, making me scream so loud I’m sure everyone in our building heard. My opening stretched and felt like it ripped as he grunted, pulling out and ramming in again with more force. A burning filled me as he gripped my hips tighter and pushed harder, working through the resistance that met him inside and entered fully into me. My body shook at his grand entrance, so quick and forceful.
I whimpered, trying to hold in my tears.
“Oh, baby,” Conrad said, grabbing my shoulders. “Did that hurt?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Oh Jesus, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t even give you a chance. Your hole was so wet.”
“I can’t … oh God, I want to say give me a minute, but my hole was wet for a reason.”
“I’m so sorry,” he said, starting to pull out.
“No, no, I wanted you to fuck me, so do it.”
“You’re crying. We didn’t even use lube.”
“Please, I’m begging you. Whatever wetness I have going on, is for this. For you in me.”
He rubbed his hands up and down my back, and I shoved myself back on him, biting my lip, trying to work my way through it. I knew enough about anal sex that if it hurt, you needed to stop, but I couldn’t. I needed it, pain or not.
“Please,” I cried.
“Shh,” Conrad said, pulling out, then pushing back in. My ass burning the whole time he did so.
“Yes, please, more.”
He thrust a few more times slowly, but after that, with each new thrust, he built up speed, grunting and moaning, holding onto my shoulders. And the more he thrust, the harder and larger he got. The burning inside built and for a moment, I thought I’d have to make him stop.
“Conrad, oh God, you’re filling me. I’m so full of you. So much pressure.” I began to whimper again, tears rolling down my cheeks. “It’s too much.”
“I’m so hard, Mason.”
“Oh, God, Conrad, what’s happening? It feels like your cock is growing. Oh God, it’s pressing on everything in me.”
“Mason, it almost hurts, but Jesus. I’ll stop. I’ll stop.”
“You can’t. I have this need for you. Please meet it. Go deep. Please, so deep.”
He slammed his hips in and pleasure shot through me. For a moment, everything went black, his swollen hardness stretching me like I didn’t know was possible. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, pressing his lips to mine, our teeth clanking together. I reached up for his other hand, but he grabbed mine and made me take my own cock.
“Touch yourself,” he grumbled in my ear. Still pulling on my hair and putting his other hand around my throat, my body shook at his aggressive touch. It yearned for it, wanted more. He guided me down to my stomach and lay on my back.
Waves of bliss washed through me, and my core burned as his new position pushed him in even deeper, and I could feel everything in me build, tightening toward an explosion of pleasure.
“Mason.”
“I’m about to come. Give it to me, Conrad. Oh God, fuck me so hard.”
“That’s my boy.”
I pushed up to all four. Conrad grabbed my hips, and the giant head of his cock pounded me, and I shoved my ass onto him and began to shake, spilling forth onto the bed. Conrad hooked his arms under my shoulders and pulled me up against him and thrust at a brutal pace. I screamed, but I couldn’t tell him to stop because I welcomed the pain too much. Conrad grunted and shook, and it felt like he set me on fire inside.
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted,” I said, not holding back my tears.
“Still, my God, I ravaged you.” He kissed my face as the tears rolled down.
“And I want more,” I said, sniffling.
“I think you should probably take a break for now.”
“A short one.”