“That is not athing,” I grind out and then stomp to the end table and pull out a condom and lube packet. “And I donotforfeit. I cannot believe I’m saying this,” I grind out, slapping them both onto his chest and pointing behind me. “Bedroom now. And no snooping.”
Sem wraps those thick fingers around the small packages and stands up, crowding me. He looks down, and a slight, satisfied smile quirks up one corner of his mouth, and I want to swat it away.
Instead, I rush into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.
“What are you doing, idiot?” I ask myself as I grab the lube and uncap it.
“You have nothing to prove,” I mutter as I work myself open.
“You gain nothing from this,” I say as I place my jock strap on and then stare at my flushed cheeks in the mirror.
“Oh, fuck it all. I can’t let him win this,” I whisper as I move out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
Sem is sitting on the end of the bed, entirely naked, his hard cock sheathed and ready. His muscles bunch and flex as I move toward him. His blue eyes fly over my nearly naked body, his cheeks and neck stained red with his flush.
“Okay, straight boy. What position were you researching?”
He clears his throat, and those eyes meet mine. “Hands and knees.”
“Fine,” I grumble and crawl onto the bed, exposing my ass to him. It’s a vulnerable position, but I do it anyway. Sem’s a lot of things, but I know he won’t intentionally hurt me. He can apparently irritate me to death, though.
He snaps the back of my jockstrap, and I turn my face and glower at him over my shoulder. “Hands off.”
“Why you wearing this again?”
“Because some things are still private, even though you’ll be tunneling up my majestic ass soon.”
Sem looks confused at my reasoning as he moves behind me in silence. He doesn’t touch me, just rubs his hard cock against my crack.
“Can I grab your hips?” he asks after a moment.
“Fine. Nowhere else, though. This is not anything but a bet. That I’ll win, by the way. I always win.”
He doesn’t reply, he just sets those massive paws against my skin, and they nearly span my entire waist. And despite not wanting it to, his touch does something to me. It burns a trail from my hips to my chest, lighting a fire within me. I place my face in a pillow and breathe deeply. I will not react to him. Will. Not.
“Just…” I begin to say, but before I can finish my sentence, he pushes forward quickly. “Christ on a cracker!” I shout as he sinks a quarter of the way in.
“Oh shit,” I grunt, my ass aching. “Give me some warning, Sem!”
“Sorry,” he grumbles and doesn’t move a muscle. He’s frozen behind me, his fingers flexing against my skin.
I turn my forehead into the pillow and breathe deeply. Oh, holy mother. It stings.
“You have to go in slow,” I grit out, looking over my shoulder and seeing Sem glancing down where his dick disappears between my cheeks. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and his nostrils flare as he breathes.
It is not hot. Not at all.
“Okay, just…you can move now. Just give me time to adjust to your size. You can’t go barreling in. My ass is not the Wild West.”
Sem nods, and when he doesn’t move after a minute, I say, “Go!”
This seems to spur him into action because he slowly inches inside of me. So slowly, in fact, that it ends up becoming some kind of sweet torture. I have never in my entire life been fucked this slow. It’sagonizing.
“Not that slow,” I groan. “What are you? Part sloth?”
“You told me to be careful.”
“Just don’t stick the entire thing in me all at once, yeah? My ass is fantastic, but it can’t work miracles.”