Just a Bit Obsessed (Straight Guys 2)

“Here,” came a quiet voice.

Christian turned his head and looked at Mila. She was lying on her side, watching them. Her pretty face was flushed. She pushed the lube and a condom to him.

Christian told Alexander reluctantly, “Get off me. I need to prep. I can’t do it with you on top.”

Alexander took the lube from him. “I’ll do it.”

“You sure you know how? It’s been a while for me, and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch if you don’t do it properly.”

Alexander gave him a look. “Women have anal sex too, you know.”

Right.

Alexander rolled off him.

His eyes swept over Christian’s naked body, almost like a physical touch. “Spread your legs,” he said, voice low and hoarse.

Christian did, and then Alexander was nudging his thighs apart and touching his hole with his long, slick fingers, massaging it. Christian bit his bottom lip, unsure if he should thrust up or down, and settled for writhing a bit frantically. He had to keep his teeth locked together to keep from begging for more. He was very sensitive down there. Too sensitive.

Slowly, one finger slid into him. It burned, just a little, and Christian clenched down around it, trying to intensify the burn. It felt good, and he wanted more. “Come on, I’m not made of china. I can take it.”

Alexander’s face was tense, his jaw clenched tightly. “No. When we start, I won’t be gentle.”

Christian shivered, closing his eyes. Within a couple of minutes, Alexander was fingering him hard and deep. He worked a second finger in beside the first, and this time there was some real pain as the muscle stretched to accommodate the intrusion, but it only added to the sensation, made everything feel sharper and better. Christian bucked his hips back into Alexander’s hand and his cock got harder at the press and pull on his insides, blunt fingers catching on the edge of his hole with each thrust of Alexander’s hand. He could feel the pressure building in his balls as the fingers fucked into him, but it wasn’t enough. He still felt hollow, empty.

“Another one?” Alexander said, voice incredibly low.

“Yeah,” Christian gasped out, on the verge of begging.

Alexander added a third finger, and Christian couldn’t form words anymore. It was just sensory input – cool sheets under him, Alexander’s body heat against him, the scent of sweat and pre-come. The ridiculous way his ass felt, stuffed full of three thick fingers, hole already stretched and sore, and Alexander’s fingers had nothing on the width of his cock. Christian’s muscles clenched around the fingers, and Alexander’s breath caught.

“All right, that’s it,” Alexander ground out.

The fingers slid out slowly, leaving Christian feeling empty and cold.

The sound of a condom wrapper opening turned him on in ways he couldn’t describe.

Drawing a deep breath, Christian forced his eyes open. Alexander was there, flushed, tousled and aroused, eyes dark and wild—his composure gone—and then Christian felt the press of Alexander’s cock against his slick, aching hole. Alexander slid his hands under Christian, lifting his hips.

The slow slide of Alexander’s cock into him had Christian give up thinking and he could only moan, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. He threw his head back, his hands fisted in the bedcovers so hard his fingers felt numb. He heard Alexander draw a shaky breath.

“Jesus,” Alexander said, his voice wavering.

Another thrust, striking at his prostate, and Christian’s eyes rolled back in his head. God. “Yeah, there.”

Untangling his hands from the covers, Christian wrapped his arms around Alexander’s back, bringing him closer, and their mouths met in another deep, hungry kiss. The sensation of his own cock trapped between their bodies, slick with sweat and pre-come, made him whimper.

Alexander quickened the pace, and Christian dug his nails into Alexander’s back as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened in the shape of an O. God, he felt perfect inside him, long and thick, stretching him to that fine line between pain and pleasure, every thrust driving Christian insane. He was moaning and begging for more and couldn’t stop, and Alexander was no better, grunting and groaning on top of him as they moved together.

Before long, Alexander’s self-control slipped completely, and he began to thrust with all of his strength.

“Oh god,” Christian gasped as Alexander threw his head back, the pace nothing less than frantic. Animalistic. The bed was creaking under them, and the smell of sex filled the air. Christian knew his grip on Alexander was hard enough to bruise, but he couldn’t let go, couldn’t get close enough. He scrabbled at Alexander’s shoulders and grunted, twisting his legs around Alexander’s midsection. His hole was oversensitive and aching, and he just wanted more, more of Alexander, at this perfect angle, quick and brutal, slamming into him, filling him up so good and so much—