Chapter 145: For the First Time
Alaric
"Harder," I managed to choke out, my voice muffled by the pillow.
He obliged instantly and the pace sharpened.
His thrusts turned sharper, the wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin growing louder and faster. His cock dragged over my prostate on every single stroke, forcing sharp, punched-out moans from my throat.
The headboard began to knock rhythmically against the wall.
My own cock swung heavy between my legs, dripping onto the sheets below.
He shifted his angle without warning—leaning forward, pressing his chest flat against my back, one arm wrapping around my waist to haul me upright onto my knees.
The new position drove him even deeper.
My head fell back against his shoulder.
His free hand found my cock and stroked in time with his thrusts, his thumb swiping over the leaking head.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming and my thighs shook uncontrollably.
"Look at you," he murmured against my ear, his voice thick with desire. "Taking every single inch."
I could only moan in answer.
Nico’s hips never slowed down.
The rhythm turned punishing. It became deep, hard snaps that forced wet, filthy sounds from where we were joined.
Squelch. Slap. Squelch.
Pre-cum and spit mixed, dripping down my thighs as his balls swung against me with every heavy thrust.
Without pulling out, he rolled us both onto our sides, spooning me, one of his legs hooked over mine to keep me pinned open.
The angle changed again.
And this time, Nico fucked me in long, grinding rolls of his hips, grinding deep rather than pounding, the base of his cock pressing hard against my rim on every inward push.
My hand reached back to grip his hip, urging him on. His mouth found the side of my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a dark mark while his hand kept stroking my cock in tight, twisting pulls.
Then he flipped me onto my back again, folding my legs up toward my chest so my knees nearly touched my shoulders.
The position left me completely open and then he lined up and drove back in with one smooth thrust, the new angle hitting so deep my vision sparked white at the edges.
Nico braced his hands on the backs of my thighs and started pounding in earnest—short, brutal strokes that made the entire bed frame creak.
The wet slap of skin was continuous now, louder, and overlapping with my broken moans and his low, rough grunts.
"Feel that?" He ground out, his voice strained to the limit. "How deep am I?"
I could only nod, my mouth open, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
I wanted to reply to him but I couldn’t as I was unable to form any words.
His cock dragged over my prostate on every stroke until my own cock was leaking steadily onto my stomach.
Nico pulled out suddenly.
I made a wounded sound at the sudden loss.
He manhandled me onto all fours once more, but this time he settled behind me and pushed back in at a shallower angle, grinding in tight, circular motions that kept the head of his cock rubbing constantly over that sensitive place inside.
My arms gave out entirely. I collapsed onto my elbows, ass still high in the air, taking every grinding thrust with open-mouthed moans muffled by the bedsheets.
"Nico—please—"
"What do you need?"
"Harder. I need you to fuck me harder!"
His control snapped completely. He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and started slamming into me—deep, punishing strokes that forced the air from my lungs on every impact.
The headboard knocked harder against the wall with every thrust while my cock swung and slapped against my own stomach with every thrust.
He reached around and wrapped a tight fist around me, stroking fast and hard in time with the pounding.
I screamed as my orgasm built fast and sharp, coiling low in my gut, tightening with every thrust and every stroke of his hand.
"I’m—Nico, I’m close—"
"Not yet," he said, pulling out again, flipping me onto my back one last time, and pushing back in while folding one of my legs over his shoulder.
The extreme depth made my eyes roll back.
He fucked me in long, deep strokes, then switched to short, rapid snaps of his hips that kept the head of his cock battering my prostate without mercy.
My hands scrambled for his back, my nails digging deep into his skin.
The base of his cock began to swell.
I felt it first as an increasing, sudden pressure against my rim then it became thicker, harder, the growing knot catching on every outward pull.
His thrusts grew shallower, slower, and grinding rather than pounding as the swelling increased.
My breath stuttered.
The stretch was intense, almost too much, the knot forcing my hole wider with every careful, heavy push.
"Fuck—Alaric—" His voice cracked.
He pushed forward hard, the full knot popping past the tight ring of muscle in one smooth, stretching thrust.
This was the first time he’d knotted me as he was always gone each time but now he was here.
I cried out at the sudden, overwhelming fullness.
Nico was locked inside me now, the thick knot pulsing, pressing hard against my prostate from the inside.
His hips ground in tiny, desperate circles, the motion sending constant pressure straight through my core.
His hand returned to my cock, stroking hard and fast.
The combination—the locked fullness, the relentless pressure on that spot inside, the tight fist working me—shoved me over the edge with zero warning.
My orgasm tore through me in hard, pulsing waves.
Thick ropes of cum painted my stomach and chest as I clenched and fluttered around the knot buried deep inside me.
"Fuck," Nico groaned low and broken, his hips jerking as his own climax hit.
Hot, heavy pulses of cum flooded my hole, the knot keeping every single drop locked inside.
His body shuddered through it, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, his breath ragged against my skin.
We stayed locked together, our chests heaving against each other.
His knot throbbed gently every few seconds, another small pulse of cum spilling deeper inside.
My legs trembled where they were still hooked around his waist.
His mouth found mine in a slower, softer kiss, tasting of salt, sweat, and shared breath.
Minutes passed before the swelling finally began to ease but he stayed buried until he softened enough to slip free with a wet, quiet sound.
A thick trickle of cum followed, sliding down the cleft of my ass onto the sheets. He collapsed beside me, one heavy arm draping across my chest, pulling me close against his side.
"I hope I didn’t hurt you while knotting you?"
I nodded and rested my head on his chest, breathing heavily.
We were making progress because for the first time, Nico and I were side by side after sex.
Unable to keep it to myself, I raised my head and let the words out of my chest. "Why do you always disappear then?"