Chapter 24 #4
He slicked himself up with two fingers disappearing inside his body as he worked himself open.
His head fell back and his mouth dropped open on a silent gasp, and I watched his throat work as he added a third finger.
The lace stretched obscenely around his hand, and the visual of it was almost enough to make me come untouched.
“Ready,” he said after a few minutes, pulling his fingers free.
The heat of him was devastating. Tight and perfect and so fucking good that I had to close my eyes and count to ten just to keep from finishing immediately. My hands found his hips and gripped hard, probably hard enough to bruise, and he moaned and started to move.
He rode me slow at first, rising up until I almost slipped out and then sinking back down with a roll of his hips that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The lace rubbed against my skin with every movement, and I could feel him clenching around me every time he took me deep.
“Look at me,” Soren demanded, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me with an intensity that made my pulse stutter. “Want to see your face when you lose it.”
“Not gonna last,” I warned, my voice barely recognizable.
“Good. Want to feel you come inside me.” He picked up the pace, bouncing on my cock with enough force that the bed started creaking. “Want you wrecked before I take my turn.”
I was already wrecked. Completely fucking destroyed. But I held on as long as I could, watching him take his pleasure from my body, watching the way his cock bobbed between us and left wet streaks on my stomach every time he came down.
When he reached between us and wrapped his hand around himself, stroking in time with his movements, I knew I was done for.
“Soren,” I gasped. “I'm—fuck—”
“Come for me,” he said, and I did.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, whiting out my vision and making my whole body lock up. I felt him clench around me as I pulsed inside him, and somewhere through the haze I heard him curse and felt hot liquid spill across my chest as he followed me over.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us shaking and trying to remember how to breathe. Then Soren carefully lifted off me.
“Give me five minutes,” Soren said, collapsing next to me. “Then I'm getting inside you.”
“Take your time,” I managed, even though my cock was already starting to show interest again at the promise in his voice.
He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Liar. You want it now.”
He wasn't wrong.
The five minutes turned into ten while we caught our breath and Soren grabbed a towel to clean us both up. Then he was pushing me onto my back and settling between my legs, and the reality of what was about to happen hit me all over again.
“You done this before?” he asked, his hands running up and down my thighs in soothing strokes.
“Once. Didn't really work.”
“We'll make it work.” He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. “Tell me if anything doesn't feel right, okay? We stop the second you want to stop.”
“Okay.”
He pressed the first finger inside me slowly, watching my face the whole time. It felt weird and invasive and not quite right, and I had to breathe through the discomfort of it. But then he crooked his finger and hit a spot that made me gasp and arch off the bed.
“There we go,” Soren said, sounding pleased. “Found it.”
He worked me open carefully, adding a second finger and then a third, and the whole time he kept hitting that spot inside me that made my brain go fuzzy. By the time he pulled his fingers out, I was hard again and practically shaking with need.
“Roll over,” he said. “On your stomach.”
I obeyed without thinking, and he pulled a pillow under my hips to get the angle right. I felt him settle behind me, and then his hands were on my ass, spreading me open.
“Breathe,” he reminded me, and I tried.
The first press of him inside me was intense. Not painful exactly, but overwhelming in a way that made my fingers dig into the sheets. He went slow, giving me time to adjust, and when he was finally fully seated he paused and leaned down to press a kiss between my shoulder blades.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Feels—fuck, it feels good.”
“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly and thrust in again, and I moaned into the pillow. “That good?”
“Yes. Move. Please fucking move.”
He laughed softly and started to fuck me in earnest. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, and I could feel myself unraveling completely.
My cock was trapped between my body and the pillow, getting friction with every movement, and the combination was going to make me come again embarrassingly fast.
Soren's hand came down on my ass, and I pushed back against him. He did it again, harder this time, and I felt the sting spread across my skin in a way that made my cock leak.
“You like that,” he said, and it wasn't a question. “Like it rough.”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and fucked me harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscene in the quiet room. I was gone, completely lost in it, and when he reached under me to wrap his hand around my cock I shouted into the pillow and came so hard I saw stars.
Soren followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and grinding against me as he finished. Then he collapsed on top of me, both of us sweaty and shaking, and we just lay there trying to remember how to be human.
“Holy shit,” I said eventually.
“Yeah.” He pressed his face against my neck. “That was—”
“Fucking incredible.”
“Yeah.”
He pulled out carefully, then pulled me into his arms and held on tight. I went willingly, wrung out and satisfied in ways I didn't have words for.
“Thank you,” I said after a while.
“For what?”
“For that. For knowing what I needed before I did.”
He kissed my temple. “Always.”
We fell asleep like that, tangled together and still mostly naked, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn't dream about losing him.