Page 58 of Double Dared
The pressure was instant and nearly unbearable. Then I realized that the unbearable part of it was not coming from Harrison or the size of his dick, but from within me. I was holding back, guarding myself, scared despite knowing I wasn’t truly scared.
He was gentle and slow, only testing me at first, until I figured it all out. My body gave, relaxing for him just as I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer.
This time, the pain was real, but it wasn’t too bad. I had already learned to put up with a little bit ofdiscomfort that would soon melt away, disappear into warmth and pleasure as if it had never existed. So I held my breath and forced myself to relax and open to him, taking the first inch despite the pressure building behind my eyes, then the second one because pain was nothing more than a distant memory already.
My fingers dug deep into Harrison’s hips, eyes pleading with him to keep going, to never stop, to fuck me senseless because I needed it, wanted it, deserved it.
My lips parted, but no sound came from my choked throat. I pulled Harrison into myself until he leaned down, planting his fists on either side of my head, bringing his face close to mine and breathing in slowly, lips above lips, eyes locked on eyes, tips of our noses nearly touching.
I inhaled his breath deep into my lungs, moving my hands away from his hips and wrapping my arms around his shoulder. I wanted to pull him in, to kiss him, to have his tongue fill my mouth, but I didn’t do that. This moment, as his dick impaled me deeper, and his eyes shone with adoration and worship I’d never seen before, was too wonderful to dispel. So I watched him, suspended in anticipation of that tremendous kiss that would follow, and I moaned softly as he moved his hips back and forth, slow and deliberate with his movements.
“Keep fucking me,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”
The words I’d never thought I would say poured out of me. They landed somewhere between us,comfortably and truly, and Harrison leaned deeper in, thrusting his hips against me and moving his hands to the sides of my face, holding me, looking into my eyes.
I could read every sensation from the way the corners of his eyes tensed and relaxed. I could read his mind from the movements of his eyebrows or the twitch of his mustache or the way the tip of his tongue moved over his lips, still offering and denying a kiss I was owed.
I lifted my head to take it, but Harrison pulled his head back and smiled daringly.
I bit the air, like a threat, and his devious smile only deepened. He teased me and toyed with me as I tried to kiss him again, then leaned down and crushed his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth as his dick rammed deeper into me.
The intensity grew quickly, his abdomen pounding against my folded legs, his quads hitting my raised ass, the wet sound slapping between us embarrassingly, and I moaned into his mouth, kissing him, biting his lip when I could, and panting for air when it was too much.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered against his lips. “I think…I’m gonna…” I cried a curse and pulled him closer.
Harrison pressed his lips against my neck and kissed me sensually while keeping the grinding pace of his hips steady. He was low enough that his stomach was pressing against mine, and my dick was trapped between the two of us, aching and throbbing under the friction of sweaty abs, dripping with precum for aslong as Harrison was thrusting his dick against my prostate.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, though it felt like something building up, something big and wonderful, welling and threatening to spill, to boil over, to explode.
“I’m gonna come,” I said, voice pained and thin. “Fuck, Harrison. Don’t stop.”
My fingernails dug into the plains of his upper back, and I held him hard against me, tightening my legs around his waist as hard as I could without disrupting his rhythm.
Moans ripped loudly from my throat, something in me unlocking and spilling into the air. He fucked me hard then, bringing us both to the wonderful and unseen heights.
The friction grew unbearable only half a moment before I lost control. My dick throbbed hard, and my hole pulsed tightly around Harrison’s cock, making him moan and grunt, his movements furious and desperate.
Harrison’s dick swelled inside of me, tensing and relaxing as he came hard, all while my cum spilled and speared between his body and mine.
Finally, free of the pressure that he had built up inside my chest until this moment, I inhaled a deep breath of sweet air.
Harrison pulled himself away from me, making tingles shoot down into my toes as his dick slipped outof my body. He removed the condom and crashed next to me, his dick still big and hard, glistening with cum.
His abs and mine shone with a mix of my cum and sweat, and I turned to my side, breathing deeply and still failing to slow down. My hand rested on his chest, and I watched him as he slipped an arm under me and pulled me close.
“Did it hurt?” he asked.
I couldn’t remember. “Maybe a little. At the start,” I said. The pain was so distant in my memory that I only knew it by name, not by what it had felt like. All I knew was that I felt his absence now, felt the emptiness where he had been, and the lingering heat everywhere he had touched me. “I’m so glad we did this.”
He smiled and looked into my eyes. When he kissed me, it was an exhausted but committed kind of a kiss, deep and slow, a little lazy.
“Shower with me,” I said.
Harrison’s eyes shone a little brighter. “No,” he said. “Let’s not shower at all.”
My eyebrows rose a little higher.
“I want you like this,” he said. “Sweaty, stained with cum, all wet and glowing. I want to look at you like this. Don’t put your clothes on. Don’t wash your hands. Just be like this.”
