Boxed Set: Innocent Immigrant by Jax Lusty Page B

Griff I was thinking of his cock and how I’d like to suck it.
    With his free hand, he’d relieved himself of his trousers, and the next time he pressed against me it was with the promise of a stiff prick.
    “Do you think you’ve got them wet enough?”
    I clamped my teeth behind his knuckles and nodded my head.
    Griff’s laugh was soft. “That’s good, you can give them back to me now.”
    I’d been teasing him as much as he teased me. “Look under the sink in the tackroom,” I said.
    “Some oil?”
    I nodded.
    “Good man. Don’t move.”
    He was back in seconds, spreading my buttocks again, and immediately I felt the pressure against my hole.
    “Two fingers to start. Can you take that for me, Ari?”
    He knew I’d take anything for him, and I drew a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing to let him advance. Always, there was the first moment of alarm, waiting for the pain, but despite Griff’s domineering words, I believed he would take care of me.
    “There you go,” he said, his fingers inching in through the aperture of muscle that tried to keep him out. He paused, then began making small circular movements. “I think you really want it today, huh?”
    I grunted, unable to form a coherent answer as I concentrated on the slow inward movements he made in my arse.
    “The constant temptation from having Katie around has made you hungry for this. Me too. I’m going to be quick, Ari. No time to spend on kisses and caresses; the boat to Auckland won’t hold for me. There, fingers all the way in.” He withdrew slightly and curled them, finding that little nut of pleasure that made the pre-cum dribble from my cock.
    The feeling was intense, rushing up my spine, and this time I groaned. “Fuck, Griff...too much.”
    He placed a firm hand on my back, comforting me, but letting me know he was in charge. “Okay, lover, you’ve tightened up. Help me withdraw.”
    Another breath, and I relaxed.
    His fingers eased out as his hand drifted around my hip and wrapped around my cock. With a few hard pumps, I was ready to come, and I warned him.
    “Not yet, but soon.” He wiped his palm around the head of my prick. “I don’t want all this lovely juice to go to waste,” he said, squeezing the head as if milking me for more. “Good...good, Ari, that’s it.”
    He took his hand away, and I heard the faint sound of him rubbing the oil over his cock. “Here we go, help me out.”
    My stomach tumbled at the insistent nudge against my hole, and although I tried not to, I tensed.
    “Hey...hey, don’t do that. Ari? Are you sure you want this?”
    “Yes,” I huffed.
    “You know I need more than that. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” His voice was soft, his words gentle, and a counterpoint to the unrelenting pressure of his cock.
    I did want him to fuck me, yet sometimes at this moment, I panicked. Griff knew that, and he knew why. When it happened, we’d found that if I asked him to fuck me, if I took control for that small measure of time before everything changed, I would be okay. Today I struggled to get the words out. The pressure subsided, and Griff started to rub himself in small, slippery circles around my hole, and then up and down the furrow of my cheeks.
    “Relax,” he whispered, “we can just do this. You like this. I don’t have to fuck you.”
    All the time he spoke, he rubbed his cock back and forwards.
    He was right. I did like that, and I could easily come if he continued that way, but it was like a failure, the second prize, and if I didn’t take him this time, would I be able to have him again?
    “Fuck me,” I hissed, thrusting backwards the next time his cockhead ran across my hole.
    “Okay,” he said simply.
    He never gave me a second chance, never asked if I was sure, and I appreciated that.
    Immediately, the pressure was back.
    “You know what to do, Ari. Take a deep breath, relax and bear down for me, especially here.” He nudged against the tight ring of muscle.
    I closed my eyes;