Page 57 of Double Dared
“Want more?” he asked, his second finger pressing against me playfully.
“Uh-huh,” I said, the sound cut in two by a sudden breath.
I wasn’t sure if calling it pain was justified, but the feeling was different when Harrison let two of his fingers sink into me. It was less surprising than when he had started, but I could feel my body stretching for him, loosening to take his dick later, and it made my thighs tremble.
Harrison moved with more confidence now, showering me with praises while working me with two strong fingers, all while precum made wet streaks over my abdomen.
Whenever Harrison reached deep into me, touching that spot, I could have sworn I felt precum swelling in me, trickling a little faster. Sweat covered my body in a fine layer, glistening in the faint light, and precum accented it, silver and shiny wherever it fell.
Harrison pulled his fingers out gently, rubbing my hole with both of them and soothing me with words of praise. “Good boy,” he said. “That’s a good boy. Do you want more?”
“Fuck yeah,” I choked. “Please. Harrison, please…”
He reached to the side of the bed and lifted his duffel next to us, already open and with a towel on top. He lifted one side of the towel and revealed his toys. “Do you want to try these, Taylor?”
I dragged my lower lip between my teeth. Deep down, I was desperate for his dick. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted him to come hard and free me of all this tension. But I nodded instead. “I want everything,” I whispered.
Harrison lifted the rubber beads first, then swung them gently between us. “What do you think?” he asked.
They were a good choice, I decided. The first three were small, then the three that followed were only a little bigger, each incrementally more difficult to take, but then there were a few more, eachmore intimidating than the last. “Perfect,” I said. “Perfect. Give it to me.”
Harrison produced lube from the bag, uncapped it, and poured it generously down the string of beads before leaning down and dragging the smallest one over my hole.
I was tense and tight for a moment again, then relaxed by the sheer power of will. The little bead entered me easily, the second one following just a little harder, making me tense and clench my hole around the empty space between it and the next one.
Harrison made them move gently, the third bead massaging my hole with increasing pressure until it entered me, disappearing in my body.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
I couldn’t believe just how careful he was, how tender, how attentive. And I couldn’t believe that I had the presence of mind to even answer him. “It’s heaven.”
Harrison pushed the fourth bead into me, making me moan once, then the fifth, causing a longer moan to rise from my lips.
My head sank into the mattress, and I gritted my teeth, bracing myself for the sixth bead. It stretched me hard as it pushed into my body, sending a small ripple of pain through me for a few moments, but Harrison soothed it with the next one, rubbing it over my body without any pressure.
By now, I could feel the contact inside of myself,feel it against my prostate, while precum dripped harder again.
“One more?” Harrison offered.
I nodded, no longer able to speak over the knot in my throat. I growled as it entered me, new sweat breaking over my brow as the pain came and went. It hurt less, I realized, as if I was ready for it, so I could take it more easily despite its size.
Slowly, slowly, I began to hear the things my body was trying to tell me. I understood when to relax, when to breathe, and when to tense my abs and push. Harrison tugged the beads back, and one by one, they slipped out of me, each making my heart trip and my body flex. Pulses of tingling and warm pleasure passed through me as Harrison gently inserted the balls into me and pulled them out faster, one after another.
When the last one was out, he tossed the toy aside and leaned down, kissing my taint as a reward, licking it all the way to my balls and dick, then moving further until his tongue went over the tip of my cock and found the pool of precum on my stomach.
He licked it clean, looking at me as he did so.
“I want you,” I whispered. “Want you so bad, Harrison.”
He slipped his thumb over my hole and massaged it gently around the rim. “You sure you can take it?”
I nodded. The fact was, I had no idea. He was as big as the largest of the beads he’d pushed into me, and much longer, but I wanted to try. I wanted to feel him inside my body. That was all that mattered; even if Icould go no further than two or three inches, I just wanted him to fuck me.
After holding my gaze for a while longer, waiting for doubt in my expression, he nodded, too. He reached for his duffel again and took out a condom, sliding it down his cock skillfully and pouring lube all over its length.
My heart thundered with anticipation, my nerves flaring and tingling, as Harrison positioned himself in front of me, taking my ankles into his hands and thrusting his cock against me, sliding it between my spread cheeks and up my taint.
I could feel his balls pressing against my hole, and it sent another wave of shivers down my arms. His dick, wet with lube, moved over my balls gently, swaying back and forth as he worked his hips a little. And finally, holding my gaze, he reached down and held himself, pulling back enough to press the tip of his cock against my hole.
