He rummaged through the bedside table drawer and came back with a tube. It was gel.
With my left leg stretched long toward his shoulder, he lifted my hips again, reset his hold on me, and squeezed a wide ribbon of gel between my legs.
“Ugh...”
At the slightly cool touch on skin gone hot and damp, my shoulders hunched. He only flicked his eyes down at me; in silence he poured plenty of gel—enough to run down the groove between my cheeks—over my scrotum, my sex, and the cleft of my rear.
Even the feel of the sticky fluid, quickly turning lukewarm and sliding over soft skin, made my raised hips twitch.
Each twitch must be changing its shape—and exposing every change right before his eyes—sketching out the entrance in stark relief, but I couldn’t stop the reaction.
He spread the gel over my whole groin with his palm, then, biting my right cheek, pressed one side of my anus with his middle finger.
“Hnn, hhh...”
As the entrance opened and the liquid seeped in, I twisted my hips to both sides. The more the hole spread, the more gel slipped inside, and using that gap, his finger slid smoothly into my body along with the slick.
It was different from when his tongue entered. The sensation of being opened at the entrance and rubbed inside by something with bone and joints—harder than a tongue yet more flexible—made the insertion distinct.
I felt the spaces between his fingers catch on the threshold, and he rolled his wrist in a circle, skimming over the mucosa. At the ticklish feel of his fingertip lightly scratching inside, the muscles of my buttocks twitched, and with each twitch I felt myself clench below on reflex.
At that unconscious tightening, his eyes narrowed as he looked down at me.
“Later, you can’t do that. If you clamp like this... it can tear.”
The cracked edge of his voice showed his arousal—and the effort to hold it down while taking care to open me slowly.
It seemed my involuntary squeeze had turned him on. The pace of his in-and-out was quickening.
Brows drawn, molars clenched, his expression looked like a man struggling to control a vast fury that could swallow him whole. His arms around my waist tightened until my skin stung, but I didn’t have the presence of mind to care.
It was just a single finger, and yet, driving straight down from top to bottom with no wasted force, the rapid thrusts made my whole body jolt as if he were pressing with the strength of his hips or lower body rather than a finger.
“Mm—mm... hhh, hh...”
My shaky breaths, keeping time with his pumping, were lewd, conjuring up exactly what obscene movement was happening between my legs. Because of the gel seeping between mucosa and finger, the sound effects the act produced were squelching and explicit.
That a part of his body was going in and out of my inside through a place too private to name aloud. That he was absorbed and inflamed, panting like an enraged beast as he jabbed inside me fast.
—Just being aware of that sent a surge like the brink of climax through my sex, twitching and tingling.
“Soft. Hard to believe you’re a Beta.”
Driving so fast I couldn’t count how many fingers with his elbow lifted to a right angle, he kept biting my right cheek.
“But if we’re going to have real sex, this won’t cut it. You have to open more.”
Now he looked urgent.
All the while he’d been caressing me and opening me, his sex had been nudging up against my back. No matter how superior an Alpha’s sexual stamina is, if he’d held out this long in this state of arousal, it was obvious he’d reached the point where he couldn’t endure without direct stimulation to his sex.
He lowered my lower body and picked up the gel again. With my hips down, I could draw my legs in a bit more. As my legs settled into a more comfortable position, the tension in the muscles around my anus eased by that much.
Instead of squirting gel straight onto my skin, he scooped some onto his palm and rubbed a fresh coat over the tender flesh.
“Hhh, nn.”
So sensitized by the continued foreplay, the space between my legs jolted at just the touch of his hand.
Thicker than before, and more in number, his fingers slid in without strain, and to push more gel inside he spread them apart within me. Each time I sucked in a big breath and let out a moan, my hole twitched and the gel seeped in in little spurts. It amazed me that the anus possessed such keen sensation—I could feel all of it.
“Ah, nn, hhh...”
With fingertips circling the mucosa like a gentle massage and gradually going deeper, my hips lifted.
Watching my reactions closely, he rose up over me—his fingers still tracing my inner wall as if spreading the gel evenly over all the mucosa.
With my left leg still stretched past my right shoulder, he gathered both my legs and laid them over his right thigh. This time my legs were closed, tight enough that his hand was wedged between my thighs.
“Nnnn... hhhh...”
In that position, as his fingers pressed in deep and steady, my chin tipped up and my lifted hips trembled. Though he was already in to the hilt, he kept turning his wrist back and forth alternately, as if he wanted to work even further inside.
Then the pounding began.
An interior melted down to the texture of ice cream at perfect eating softness was ravaged by speed and pressure going madly in and out.
With the force of his whole shoulder and arm—not just his fingers—driving me up, my breath rattled like I’d been tossed into a washer on spin-dry.
Fingers straight, or bent; shallow at the rim, or deep as if he’d push a fist in—thud, thud.
Changing direction and depth, but keeping an unrelentingly fast tempo as he attacked below, I kept shaking my head and moaning, not even aware what I was reacting to.
“Ha... ah, haa—ngh...”
Being penetrated limp, with every tension released, was far stronger a stimulus than when my hips were lifted and my muscles drawn tight. My muscles loosened, I had almost no strength to resist the foreign thing parting my inside.
As he pushed in, just as he pushed in—already occupying the deepest part within me—the strange, stimulating fullness below made me reach out unconsciously and wrap an arm around his calf, the one stretched past my right shoulder.
“D-deep... too f—fast...”
No word made it to completion; every ending was lopped off. My unruly breath, shaking any which way, was unmistakably a mating cry. My eyes, wavering and pleading as I looked up at him, glossed with damp; his eyes, biting down hard on his lower jaw as he looked down at me, gleamed wetly too. Veins stood out stark in the right forearm that shook me.
“Mm—up, hff. Hff!”
All at once he curled his fingertip and pressed hard at a certain point; at the unfamiliar sensation I gasped and opened my eyes wide.
At the jolt that struck through me like a short flash of lightning, I dug my teeth into his calf and, mindlessly rubbing his tight, knotted thigh, caressed him.
“Driving me insane.”
“Hhng!”
Like yanking the stopper out of a tub full of water in one go, he spat a curse and his hand slid out of me from below with a wet rush.
Then he moved quickly, pushing his knee between my thighs. With outward pressure my legs were forced open again, and he knelt in the space between them and took his place.
Sliding his thighs under mine from below, he wrapped his hand around his sex.
Judging by the weight you could infer from its thickness and length, the upright angle his penis held now didn’t make sense. Rising from the dense, sweat-damp thatch, it looked impossible to fit inside me.
Gripping his shaft around the middle, he aimed the crown at my entrance and rubbed the gleaming precum around the rim again and again, as if it were some magic elixir that could make an impossible insertion possible.
All the while, he kept licking his lower lip with his tongue. Then he took my limp hand, slack from the long foreplay, and tugged. As I rose, I naturally ended up straddling his thigh.
He tugged at my half-on, half-off shirt from the nape and pulled it away, kissing along my clavicle and upper chest.
“If you don’t want it to hurt, this position is best. Let it go in only as far as it doesn’t hurt. I know my size; I have a conscience. That’s enough for me.”
Maybe my eyes, looking down, seemed uneasy. He took my hand and brought it to our joined crotches, making me feel and check my own entrance.
“See? You’re still open.”
The feel of his fingers overlapping mine as we teased the rim together was indescribably lewd. My eyelids fluttered in a fine tremor and my chest swelled deep. Rubbing his lips over that swell, he lifted his chin, licked my lower lip, and whispered:
“Inside is softer. I’m going crazy with anticipation.”
Sucking in my lower lip and worrying it, he looked up at me with eyes dewy as if in a dream.
Barely holding myself up on my knees, I gripped his shoulders and lowered my body slowly. To keep from slipping out, he held the column steady from below. The feel of the wet crown parting the entrance and easing in was smoother than I’d expected.
The awareness that a place I’d never used that way was being pried open and filled by external force was vivid—but it didn’t bring pain, or hurt, or discomfort along with it.
So I wouldn’t fixate on what was happening below, he kept drawing me into kisses.
We traded saliva, rubbed tongues, savored the tickle of his tip tracing the tender inner lining of my cheek... I felt like a wad of cotton soaked through with scent. In the dusky dark, his sweat-slick naked body was scent itself, and being licked open and filled by him, I too had become a complete part of that fragrance.
As the layers of scent around us thickened, the density of arousal tightened grain by grain. A level of sexual excitement I’d never felt before might have been numbing every pain, if only for the moment.
“Haa... haa, nn.”
My flinches, the short exclamations when I bit and released my lip, even the pleas of pleasure as I crumpled for an instant and clutched at his shoulder—
He watched every reaction I showed as I took him in, as if monitoring and recording them one by one.
I didn’t want to hide anything either. If anything, I burned with the desire to lay bare before him the bottom of the bottom—whether of body or of mind—so much that my chest seethed.
Each time his penis was swallowed further inside, when I lowered my lashes and saw his face letting out a sweet moan—ah—I even felt the impulse to spear him in all at once, to drive him deep, instead of this tantalizingly slow entry.
“Harder... suck harder.”
To resist that impulse, I asked him for pain. He was licking my lower lip; he answered at once by biting the inner membrane hard.
“How long do you think I’ve... been waiting for this?”
The hand holding his shaft—sometimes rising to stroke around and open me, helping the entry—wandered obscenely over our joined place on purpose as he asked.
I think he held back a long time.
Not as instantly as I had, going hard from just a kiss on the terrace, but all through the long foreplay he’d suppressed the urge to vent the heat gathered in his sex.
“Look how well you’re doing.”
Mouthing my whole lips and giving a light bite before letting go, he guided my hand down again.
I’d thought getting just the crown inside would be a miracle; I couldn’t help being amazed at the body’s adaptability. The shaft that had looked brutal in size was already more than a third of the way into me. The snugly filled sensation was unmistakable, but because the pain was faint I hadn’t realized we’d come this far.
It wasn’t as if I could actually see the place we were joined if I did that, but without thinking I turned my head back to glance down at my rear. Maybe that act aroused him; up to then he’d only waited for me to move on my own, but now he snapped his hips up and drove in.
“Is it fascinating? I knew you’d do {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} well. Better than I expected, honestly.”
To make me check how my entrance was stretched around the shaft swallowing him, he overlapped his hand on mine and together we felt the slickness where we were connected. The eroticism of it made my hips lift and I drew him deeper.
“Was my imagination really this poor.”
He smiled slyly, showing the satisfaction he felt inside me. He was smiling, but his face was packed with the jittery urge to run wild.
What had he imagined, and how?
I could guess enough without an answer; my hips twisted again.
“Ghh—” At the clamp that bit down on his penis, he screwed up his face, bared his teeth, and bit his lower jaw.
“From here, let me.”
I nodded, brushing back the hair fallen over his eyes for him. Like a child who’d finally been told he could eat the candy, he lunged in a rush. With a kiss, my body lifted for a moment, then sank, laid back on the bed.
“If it’s hurt or nothing, I’ll take nothing and jerk off. I won’t hurt you. Don’t be scared. Okay?”
He kissed the surface of my lips as he said it. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. His heavy body pressed my chest; his hands slid between mat and back and gripped my hips.
“I’ve held out as long as I can.”
