Chapter 30 #2
He leaned forward to press a series of light, teasing kisses against my chest. “I’m ready. I promise, I’m ready. Please, trust me.”
That request did me in. If he’d pleaded for anything else, I might have wondered about his true motivations.
Did he really want me, or was he compelled by some other ingrained conditioning?
But instead of pleading for sex or pleasure or a chance to “repay” me, he just asked for trust.
I could give him trust.
My already unbuttoned shirt was quickly cast aside to the floor.
Mia tried to immediately reach for my pants next, but I was determined to continue taking things slow.
So, I distracted him by pressing him down against the bed and kissing him.
He allowed the distraction, but both his arms and legs wrapped around me, making it clear he wasn’t letting me go this time.
Mia seemed so thin under me, but there was a solidity to his body that hadn’t been there when we first met. He was healthier and stronger than he’d been before, and I was so glad to see him thriving.
It also meant that, even as we were locked in an embrace, he still managed to worm his hand inside my pants. One moment, I was enjoying the gentle pleasure of our kiss, and then the next moment, every nerve in my body suddenly exploded as Mia cupped my arousal with a steady hand.
“Ah— what?” I shouted, trying not to bite my own tongue in surprise.
The smile on Mia’s face was so innocent that I could barely believe what he was doing between my legs with his hand even as he was stroking me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked completely calm, as if he wasn’t driving me insane right that very moment.
“You… menace…” I managed to bite out through gritted teeth.
“You’re the one who refuses to get fully undressed.” He squeezed a little harder and I shuddered. “You can’t blame me for making do with whatever’s in my reach.”
Growling under my breath, I grabbed his wrist and pulled it out of my pants. Then, I ripped off my own pants with the same haste. It was an awkward affair as my legs became tangled in the cloth, and I struggled not to completely lose my balance and fall off the bed.
In contrast, Mia’s dress was so much easier to remove.
As soon as we were both undressed, I practically swallowed him in a kiss. My blood felt so hot in my veins that my vision was swimming, and my lips and tongue felt clumsy. Yet, Mia still moaned as my hands ran over him, so I must have been doing something right.
I maintained just enough rational thought to avoid tugging on his hair. He was still wearing his wig because the long hair made him feel more confident, and I didn’t want to accidentally pull it off right in the middle of things when everything was going so well.
During a break between kisses, as we caught our breaths, I fumbled for the drawer of my nightstand where I kept a bottle of lube. There was also a package of condoms, but before I could even reach for the box, Mia stopped me.
“You don’t need those. I’m clean. I promise.”
Chuckling a little over how sincere he sounded; I kissed the tip of his nose.
“I know. They did all kinds of blood work on you when you were in the hospital and I saw the results. I was thinking that you might want these for your own protection, since you don’t know about me. I mean, I’m also clean, but—”
Mia cut me off with a shake of his head. “No. I trust you, and I really want to feel you as much as possible. So, forget about those.”
He said it like a request, but he didn’t really give me a choice as he pulled my hand back to his own skin and wrapped me up in another all-consuming kiss.
I slid my palms down his chest and stomach, wrapping around his hips to grab his ass.
Our hips ground together, and my cock twitched with sparks of interest as it rubbed against him.
If I wanted, I probably could have found satisfaction just from this, but I had a feeling Mia wouldn’t be happy until I claimed him completely.
As much as I enjoyed our kiss, I had to pull away enough to hike one of his legs up onto my shoulder. I popped open the cap of the lube, and then very carefully slipped one finger inside him.
He was incredibly tight, and he didn’t seem to know how to breathe through the initial intrusion, despite this not being his first time.
I had to talk him through it and use more lube than usual as I stretched him open with first one finger, then two.
He squirmed and moaned with each movement inside him, whispering my name like a prayer against my skin as I prepared him.
“It’s okay,” I soothed as I added a third finger. “Just relax and you’ll be fine.”
The whimper he made didn’t seem like a sound of pain, but it wasn’t exactly pleasure, either. “Does it always feel like this?”
I moved my fingers slowly, searching for the spot I knew would bring him pleasure. “Like what?”
Mia’s short fingernails bit into my skin as he clung tightly to me. “I don’t know,” he gasped. “Weird. Like… like I’m not in control of my body.”
His hips did seem to have a mind of their own, writhing with the dexterity of a snake every time my fingers pushed a little deeper into him. I had to pin him in place to keep him from slithering right off the bed until I finally found the spot I was looking for.
Mia’s whole body spasmed and his arms locked around me like a vice. His moans turned so breathless, he stopped making noise, though I could still see his mouth moving.
Taking advantage of this distraction, I slipped my fingers out of him and lined my cock up with his hole instead. After encouraging him to take another deep breath, I pushed inside as smoothly as possible.
He felt even better than I imagined. His whole body clung to me, inside and out.
I had to move slowly, thrusting in little by little as I waited for him to adjust to the feeling of me inside him.
Even with my preparation, he was completely overwhelmed.
Internal muscles trembled against me, like the heartbeat of a delicate bird, and I wasn’t even all the way inside him yet.
“Keep going,” Mia panted when I stopped. “It’s fine. It feels good.”
He hugged onto me, nails digging in even harder as he tried to pull me closer.
My self-control snapped, and with one final thrust, I sheathed myself the rest of the way inside him. His wail was as loud as it was desperate, while I barely made any noise at all. I’d never been the type to shout or carry on. My emotions, and my pleasure, were silent.
Mia’s leg slipped off my shoulder when I leaned closer to bury my face into the juncture of his neck, drowning in the sweet perfume of his scent. As I pulled out and thrust my hips hard against his ass, I listened to him moaning loud enough for both of us.
When I tried to pull out again, I found that Mia had locked his ankles together behind my back, turning his legs into an inescapable trap that wouldn’t let me put any distance between us.
That was fine. I didn’t want there to be any space between us, anyway.
I kept my thrusts short and hard, pulling back as little as possible before driving back in.
From the way his moans turned into sobs, I could tell that I was stimulating his deepest pleasure spot almost constantly.
He tightened around me even more, pushing me toward my own ecstasy as well.
Something deep in my gut tightened at a rapid pace. This wasn’t going to be my longest performance, but from the look of Mia below me, he probably wasn’t going to last long, either.
I wanted us to come at the same time. So, when I felt my own climax draw near, like the edge of a cliff I was about to topple over, I reached between us to stroke his cock at the same time.
That extra bit of stimulation was enough to send him hurdling headfirst into his own completion, and I was quick to follow.
Rapture danced up my spine like lightning and caused white fireworks to pop behind my eyes.
When I finally came back to my senses, I found myself kissing Mia with a lazy hunger that would never be satiated. I didn’t even remember when I started kissing him, or maybe I never stopped, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.
We lay there together, slowly calming down as we continued to trade more kisses. I could see a few bruises on Mia’s skin where I’d held him too hard, and I kissed those marks as well.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked when I was finally clear-headed enough to speak again.
With a low hum, Mia wiggled in a way that made me gasp and reminded me of the fact that I was still inside him.
“I feel fine,” he said, as if he hadn’t noticed the reaction he’d caused in me. “Better than fine, actually.”
“I—ah. I’m glad.”
With one last press of my lips to his, I braced my hand against the mattress and prepared to ease myself free from Mia’s body, but when I tried to move, I found myself trapped.
“What?” Looking down, I saw Mia’s legs still locked tight around me.
Mia tugged at my shoulders, drawing me back toward him again. “Where are you going? I’m still hungry.”
I groaned, letting my head fall to the mattress beside his shoulder with an exhausted sigh. “This is just how it’s going to be from now on, isn’t it. You want something, and I just have to give it to you.”
I said it like I was complaining, but my traitorous cock was already showing signs of a second wind, giving away my true desire for a second round.
Mia looked up at me, his expression wide and innocent, but his eyes holding a secret wickedness in their depths. “What? Are you saying you won’t give me what I want?”
In one move, I hiked his hips up higher and then pinned his wrists to the mattress.
“I didn’t say that.”
I covered his mouth and body with mine, with no intention of coming up for air any time soon.