Ward #5
Then he kissed me again, slow and deliberate, as if trying to temper the burning. I held him tight, not caring that we were smearing my mess everywhere. I wrapped my legs around him and held him close while the desire flared inside me even as my body said no, wait.
When we stopped, it was with no fanfare or announcement.
We simply broke the kiss, and he lay beside me, facing me.
His eyes closed, and I did the same, listening to his breathing as it slowed while I felt my heart begin to ease.
I was lightheaded and a little dizzy, but the kind I knew meant I was in no danger.
No, that was the byproduct of a damn fine orgasm.
..and perhaps the anticipation that we might not be finished.
“I won’t ask if you’re okay,” he said, and I broke into a grin.
“I hope not,” I told him, brushing a stray strand of hair caught by the sweat on his forehead. “I sure hope not.”
“No,” he repeated with a chuckle. “I’m trying to figure out if I really am ready for another round, like part of me thinks.”
“Oh, I know I am,” I said, running my hand along his head.
His eyes locked with mine, and my stomach flipped as I saw the hunger reappear.
I didn’t know if I would be able to satiate it properly, but I knew I was more than willing to give it a shot.
Giving him a smirk, I rolled away, moving toward the head of the bed and lying flat on my stomach.
Rolling my hips, I stuck them up so my ass was presented to him, looking over my shoulder when I felt the bed jostle under his movement.
“You’re leaking,” he said, and I realized what he meant when his finger ran down the crack of my ass, and I moaned softly when his finger slid into me. “Still lubed up.”
“And ready,” I added for good measure. “No need for manners.”
He came up behind me and pushed in, this time with more force than the first time.
A burning flare reminded me we had lingered long enough for me to start tightening, but I didn’t care.
My dick might be a little overly sensitive, but my insides were thankfully not.
The blunt head of his cock found my prostate again, and I gripped the bedcover as his hands wrapped around my waist and held on tight.
If the first time had been hurried and impatient, this time held a lot more intent, but not exactly more control.
I was going to feel every inch of him tomorrow as he slammed into me, spreading me open roughly with each slap of his hips against my ass.
It had been a long time since someone tried to claim me so directly and aggressively, and I welcomed it.
Arlo didn’t operate under assumptions; he accepted things for what they were, and right now, he was accepting that what I wanted was to be fucked so stupidly I forgot my own name.
I had no idea where he found the strength or stamina, but he found it somewhere as he pounded me.
He had to use his weight to get the necessary force, which didn’t matter to me.
Actually, it did matter, because the weight of him on my back, the grind of his hips against my ass, and the feel of his thickness filling me time and time again without pause was precisely what I needed.
“Oh God, yes,” I groaned, no longer caring if someone heard us. The only thing that existed in that moment was him and me, his cock in my ass, and a pleasure that was making it impossible to have any clear thoughts. “Fuck me, please, Arlo, I—”
His hand gripped my hair, yanking my head back as he thrust down into me.
His motions shortened only so he could bend his head and nip my jaw, forcing me to turn my head so he could push his tongue into my mouth.
I whimpered as the sounds of our sex filled the room, the smell of our cum and sweat making me dizzy alongside the feel of the nerves inside me exploding every time his cock was shoved inside.
And then he stopped. I turned my head to gape at him in shock. His eyes were still burning, his mouth twisted in a pleased smirk. “Do you think you should have paid for this?”
I grunted in annoyance. “You’re not an escort or a whore, Arlo.”
“You’re saying I don’t fuck like one?”
“No, I’m saying I want you to fuck me like I’m one.”
His eyes flashed, and I suddenly found myself with my ass in the air, even higher, and my face pressed into the bed.
He was still on one knee, but he brought his foot to my side, and I knew the leverage for what it was.
I cried out as he gripped me harder, his other hand pinning me between my shoulders as he began to fuck me even harder than before.
It hurt, but not nearly as much as it drove me insane with pleasure.
The man had already fucked me hard, come deep inside me, and now he was using it as lube to fuck me again.
I didn’t care if my body had once protested doing more; all that mattered was that he kept fucking me for all he was worth.
And it was worth a lot. I was lost in the moment, unable to savor it because I didn’t have the presence of mind to do something as thoughtful as savoring.
All I could do was hold on for dear life as the once quiet, respectable man did what I asked and fucked me like I was to be used, paid, and shown the door.
Then he grunted, and I was completely aware as his hips snapped to bury him inside me once more, and I felt his cock twitch.
I panted as I felt him coming a second time, filling me to the point that warmth dripped down my leg.
I groaned in protest when he pulled out, and more warmth splattered over my balls, dripping onto my dangling, hard cock.
I was flipped before I could protest. His mouth wrapped around my cock, and I cried out as he bobbed only a few times, my hips shoving up into his mouth as I came down his throat.
I didn’t think it was possible to come harder than I had the first time, but the edges of my vision blurred as I held tight to his head, keeping him there so I could lose myself in the feel of his mouth and throat as I gave him another load.
“Goddamn,” I hissed as I collapsed onto the bed.
“Agreed,” he said, panting as he came to rest beside me, his hand on my stomach and staring at me. The burning heat was no longer there. I was in the room with just...Arlo. He smiled, and I could see a shyness that wasn’t normally there. “Now I should ask if you’re okay.”
“Oh, I’m not getting fucked for a few days after tonight,” I said with a laugh. “I’ll be too sore for all that, but that is not a complaint. I’m going to sleep like a baby, and ache like a bitch in the morning. But worth it, so very worth it.”
“Good,” he said, and he lay down beside me, coming closer and laying his head on my shoulder. “If we find ourselves alone again in the next few days, you can be the top.”
“God, you can sound like that after fucking me like a whore, amazing,” I said, touched by the sudden gentleness and silent bid for care from me. I kissed his forehead. “Do you bottom like you top?”
“Do you top like you bottom?” he asked with a slight chuckle.
“Mmm, I can. I can also top like you do. Or I can skip the effort of pinning you and just tie you down. Or you can ride me until I see stars. I don’t mind.”
“That’s...extremely versatile, the literal definition.”
Because I knew he wouldn’t take offense or feel threatened by the truth, I told him, “I’ve had.
..a lot of sex over the years, with a lot of people.
I’ve tried almost everything there is to try, and I’ve found many things I like.
So long as we’re both having fun, I don’t care if I have to top all the time, bottom all the time, service top, power bottom, or switch it up depending on our moods. ”
“That makes sense, but—”
“But what?”
“But I’ll admit, I was surprised at how quickly and eagerly you took to that.”
“To what?”
“How I treated you?”
“Like a whore? Like a hole?”
“Mm, yes.”
“Admittedly, it was a little surprising that you were into doing it, but I’m not complaining.
Too many times, people look at me and assume I’m too dominating, too in control, too proud to be bent over and used, but fuck that.
There’s nothing wrong with liking to be used, just like there’s nothing wrong with enjoying using other people.
..with their consent, and you had my consent, completely and utterly.
There are several things I can get hung up about, but enjoying sex in its entirety, and not worrying about what’s proper, or manly, or dignified, or whatever things people tell themselves to hold themselves back. ”
He thought about that for a moment before nodding. “I suppose I shouldn’t say too much. Most of the time, I’m not...like that.”
“Well, feel free to be like that with me,” I said with a snort.
“That’s good to know,” he said with a smile. “But I guess...I already knew that, didn’t I? Because I did do it, without warning, and without discussing it with you.”
“And your boldness paid off,” I said with a snort. “Twice.”
“But that’s what I mean,” he said with a sigh. “I wouldn’t have done that normally. I wouldn’t have helped myself and led the charge like that. But you...you have some sort of effect on me that I can’t account for. That and—”
Something troubled crossed his face, and I frowned. “What?”
He sighed. “That is the first time I’ve had sex with someone that...well, that I didn’t use a condom.”
“Really?” I wondered.
“I didn’t use them with my ex or the couple before that. But that was after I had known them for a while, when I had gained...comfort.”
“Trust.”
“I suppose, yes, that would be the word to use, but it sounds wrong to say I don’t trust you.”
“Arlo?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t know me. Why should you trust me?”
“I do know you.”
“You’ve known me a week, that’s my point. Of course, you don’t trust me; you haven’t had the time or the experience with me to trust me. There’s nothing wrong with that.”