Chapter 31 Harry #2
“Okay, it’s ready.” I panted, looking at the length of it in a new light. It would go at least twice as deep as my fingers, and it was twice as wide. I’d have control and no control at the same time. It was when I really freed myself that Dom’s presence was the strongest.
I want you to put it on the first setting before you touch your ass. Are the batteries in?
“Yes.” My gaze stayed fixed on the vibrator. I bit the inside of my cheek as I turned the black dial at the bottom, and it sprung to life.
A slow buzz, slower than my razor, but louder than anything else in the room. And it just buzzed there, in my hand, like I wasn’t about to bury this deep inside me and try not to call Dom’s name as I came.
I prayed they couldn’t hear it. Another long moan from next door confirmed they were busy.
I stroked my cock with my other hand, not sure if I should enter myself from underneath, or thread my hand down my back and push into myself from behind.
Both ways were still awkward, but the buzzing silenced any self-consciousness that still hummed in me.
Molly and I hadn't had sex for months, and I was bending forwards, the strain on my arm aching through my shoulder as I fed the vibrator between my thighs.
I pressed my forehead against the hard headboard, and releasing my cock to pull back an asscheek instead.
One touch of the vibrator against my entrance was all it took before I let out a cry.
Say it, Harry. What do you want?
If I hadn’t been leaning against the wall, I would have fallen down at the vibrations tingling along my ass. I pressed harder, moaning louder, circling myself like I had with my fingers.
“Oh, God. This is amazing.” Every muscle in my body loosened as I gave myself over to the sensation. “I feel like I’m melting. I don’t know if I can take this.”
The lube made everything so wet and smooth. I teased myself, dragging the vibrator along the seam of my ass. I’d trapped myself against the wall, and it was too hard to look up to see if there were any more messages. Taken away by the pleasure, I could only submit to it.
You know how much I love watching you play.
I groaned as I lined up the vibrator, the small head buzzing against my ass. Tension took over as I pressed it harder against me. One soft push, one burst of pleasure, and I nearly came.
I whipped it away with a gasp, my cock twitching as pre-cum leaked onto the pillow below me. My breaths were heavy, my body already burning from the position, but I was needy and desperate to feel more.
Pressing the vibrator back against me, I let everything around me drop away as it breached my tight hole.
I whimpered as I softened and tested the stretch. The lube made it easier, along with gentle pulses from my finger. I closed my eyes, moaning as the tip slipped inside me.
Everything grew more intense as my feelings flared again. Dom with me, watching me, hungry, waiting. And I wanted to respond.
Another firm push on its base from my fingertip and my ass opened. My hips were already shaking from the low buzz. I tried to widen myself, to take more.
“I’m going to try it. I can’t see the phone; it’s too much to look. But- I’m still here. I want you with me. Just stay with me. Please,” I begged.
Less than an inch in, and it already felt too big. I didn’t know how I was meant to push something so thick inside my body.
I breathed through my nose, all awareness focused on my ass. How tight it was, the pain that was trembling around the edges, the fear that was whispering in me that I was going to ruin myself.
Because I wanted to know: is that what Dom felt when his ass was filled? When someone else fucked him did he moan and shout like I needed to, totally taken over by pleasure?
What would he look like beneath me? Or over me, pressing his cock up into me as he held me, one hand on my thigh, the other ringing my throat, keeping his chest pressed against my back, making sure I couldn’t escape as he thrust upwards.
“Oh, fuck. Oh God,” I choked out. “This is so much. I can’t…”
I lifted myself up again, tormenting myself by turning the dial.
I swallowed, so nervous, so close to coming that I didn’t think I could hold on. If I came, it wouldn’t stop me pushing more inside myself, or taking this lust to the next level.
Spreading my knees further, I held the vibrator in place as I gingerly lowered down onto it.
Everything disappeared as it consumed me.
I was dying, drowning, overtaken by sensations that I couldn’t control even though I was in charge of the vibrator.
The buzzing became a background noise to my muffled sounds of pleasure as I sent it further inside me.
Unable to push it all the way in, I started to rock. Gently at first, raising my ass up and down, growing used to the sting of it. The lube helped, but this was so new that I still nervously clenched around it.
Another cry ripped from me as I continued. I was nowhere near the hand that gripped it, but the vibrations were pure torture. Inside me, outside me, melding with my skin, driving me insane. I wanted so much more that I was lost to everything but the sensation of being entered.
Sinking further, my entire body jerked, and my forehead banged against hard wood. But the hurt simply blended with the riot of senses and emotions that were tearing through me.
I heard them next door. There was a definite change in their sounds, something deeper, harder, more primal. As I softly opened myself, widening up my ass, I listened carefully and began to grind in time to their moans. I wanted to go all the way, to feel as much as I could tonight.
You don't get to do this with anyone else but me.
“I can’t,” I whimpered. “I can’t say that…” I replied to Dom's murmur in my mind.
I collapsed as I turned the dial to three.
If I didn’t have the headboard, I would have thrown myself onto my chest and shoved the vibrator as far into myself as I could.
Rough and fast, that's how Dom would do it. He’d take me hard, not give me a chance to breathe before he slid his cock inside me and destroyed any chance I had of stopping—not that I ever would.
Knowing Molly was there made everything harder.
Sit down, Harry. Push it all the way inside yourself, and ride it like it was me.
I thought I couldn’t move, that the screaming of my muscles would stop me, but I wanted this too much to care.
I lifted myself again, but I moved the vibrator with me so I could take it all.
When I let myself fall, every inch of it filled me, my fingers hitting the outside of my ass, barely clinging to the dial.
My head fell back, my jaw open in a silent shout, eyes wide as I stretched, twitching, relaxing, gasping as pleasure tore through me
Right at that moment, I heard a harsh cry, followed by a yell, and a firm thump of the bed against the adjoining wall. There was a pause from all three of us before the thumping increased, a low guttural moan echoing through the wall as they picked up their pace.
They were fucking. Just as I pushed it all the way inside myself, Dom entered him. I was sure because I didn't recognise the voice.
I remembered what Dom sounded like when he had sex, though it might have changed since university.
Their rhythm was clear, and, like a horny animal, I matched it. Pressing in and out, wanting, needing, praying that one day strong arms would be pressed beside my body, holding me still as Dom took me.
His voice in my ear, telling me how good it was, telling me he loved me.
My eyes snapped open, clearing the image that was forming of Dom leaning over me, dropping to kiss me, his face covered in shadows.
I had to stop, but the vibrator went on. Hot, hard metal buzzing inside me, pleasure assaulting me, every nerve in my body on fire. Waves of joy and pain rolled through me at how desperately I wanted Dom here for this.
That dull ache in my heart was drowned out as I rose my hips and crashed back down. It was better that way, letting the weight of my body go on top of it. Riding it—riding him.
I choked out another cry, this one filled with longing. Hope and imagination blurred as my gaze landed on the screen again.
You sound so beautiful.
You’ve turned it up, haven’t you?
Louder. I want to hear you moan.
I could drown in your voice, it’s so good.
Do you want more? Can you take more?
“Yes, I want more. I want it all.” I didn't know how I could even talk when it felt so good.
My neighbours had set up a solid beat with their thrusts, each bang of the headboard followed by loud shouts. There were deep moans, but they were too muffled by the wall to tell who was who. I wanted to hear Dom more clearly, and my own memories helped light me up.
Another thrust pulled the same shout from the back of my throat, one I had to bite back immediately. If they heard me, I’d never live it down.
A shudder ran up my spine, tingling from my ass to my neck as tears slipped from my clenched eyes.
I wanted him. I wanted him here with me so I could feel his body against mine, so I could tell him the secrets I'd been clinging onto.
Just there, just in that room, and then we could forget it had ever happened.
If I could taste him, even once…
Harry, can I kiss you?
The vibrations were killing me. It didn’t matter how my knees shook, or how I was collapsing from the inside. I still wanted more.
“I’m melting. Please. Oh God, it’s so deep,” I whimpered. “I need to come, I just want to come.”
I was begging as if someone else was fucking me.
Say it, Harry. What do you want?
Another groan fell from my lips as I felt him with me.
Dom could sharply tug on my nipple, or wrap his hand around my hip to grab my cock. He would force me to fuck his fist while he thrust into me from behind, all the time telling me how much he wanted me.
“You,” I spoke into the empty room, replying to the Dom that only existed in my head. “I’m all yours. Just don’t stop.” A sob flew from my chest before I realised it. The feelings were too strong, everything was too intense. “Please, don’t stop.”
Dom opening me up, Dom pushing into me. He could slide in so slowly that I could rock against him, begging him to fuck me. My body so tight, so needy that I would say anything as long as he buried his cock deep inside me and never let me go.
I shuffled back on the bed so I could tip forward, my chest falling into the duvet as I let my imagination carry me away.
He would have his shins up against the mattress, feet on the floor, digging his fingers into my hips to make sure I was the perfect height for him. I'd be on all fours, and he’d line me up before he dragged me back to push deeply inside me, all while telling me how he needed it as much as I did.
I couldn’t even touch my cock. It was too much. I was going to come, break in seconds. And, swept away in the moment, I said the worst thing that I could have ever said.
With the vibrator pressed deep inside me, the one Molly had bought for me —for us—I cried out, "I need you. Fuck… Dom… please… fuck me…"