Chapter Two
Evan took her as deep as he could and still gagged when the head hit the back of his throat. Lena held him with a firm hand in his hair. He breathed through his nose and forced his throat open around her. Spit ran the corners of his mouth.
“You’re doing fine,” she said. “Willingness matters more than technique tonight.”
She fucked his face in measured strokes. Tears stood without falling. His cock jerked untouched against his stomach. When she pulled back he chased her with his tongue. She let him work the head while she watched, thumb at the corner of his stretched mouth.
He only managed a wet sound. She gave him more for that, deep enough that his throat fluttered and his hands flexed on his thighs without rising. She pulled almost free, tapped the wet head against his tongue twice, then pushed back in and held.
“Breathe. Look up.”
He looked up. Long dark brown hair framed her face. Her eyes were warm and exacting. Spit connected his lower lip to her shaft when she withdrew. She wiped his lips with her thumb and put the mess back on his tongue.
“On the bed. Hands and knees. Face the headboard.”
He scrambled onto the mattress. Lena oiled her fingers from the nightstand and pressed two into him without ceremony. He groaned into the blanket. She worked him open, scissoring, finding the spot that made his thighs shake, then adding a third until he pushed back onto her hand.
“Ask properly.”
“Please put your cock in me and fill me. Please, Lena.”
She lined up and took him in one slow continuous press. The stretch burned bright and clean. Evan’s mouth fell open on a sound he didn’t recognize. She bottomed out and stayed, hips flush, hand on the small of his back.
“Breathe through it. You’re fine. You’re open.”
He breathed. The burn eased into full. She started to move.
First strokes were deep and measured. She found a pace that made him rock and take and make noise into the mattress. When he got too muffled she pulled his hair and turned his face to the side.
“I want that sound. Don’t bury it.”
“Fuck. That angle…”
She shifted him onto his back without pulling all the way out, legs over her shoulders, and drove deeper. Pleasure punched up his spine. His cock slapped his stomach wet with every thrust. She stroked him in time, then stopped and squeezed the base when he started to climb.
“Not yet. You wait until I say.”
He whimpered. “Please. I’m close.”
“Hold it for me.”
She edged him twice more until his thighs shook and his hands clawed the sheets. Between waves she slapped his thigh hard enough to sting and once, carefully, his cock, enough to make him moan and stay hard.
She pulled free and turned him onto all fours again. “Face the mirror. Watch yourself take me.”
He did. In the glass he saw his flushed face, her long dark brown hair falling forward, her hands on his hips, and the thick length of her disappearing into him on a single smooth push. Watching made him clench. She groaned, pleased, and fucked him in long strokes that made his arms shake.
She ran both palms down his back and over his ass, then gave him three sharp open-handed spanks that left heat blooming. He rocked forward and she hauled him back onto the next thrust.
“Thank me for the count.”
“Thank you. Please give me more.”
“You don’t get to decide that.” She sank deep again and fucked him hard enough that the bedframe answered, then slowed to a grind that made him whimper. “There’s something else I want you to do. Climb on me. Ride.”
She pulled free and sat back against the pillows.
He climbed into her lap facing her. She held her cock steady while he sank down.
When he seated fully she gripped his hips and made him rise and sink, one hand firm on his throat, the other stroking him in short tight pulls that kept him on the edge.
“Look at me while you take it.”
He looked. Sweat on her collarbones. Eyes that held him open.
“Tell me what you feel.”
“Full,” he managed. “Stretched. Quiet in my head for once.”
“That’s the point of taking a man who thinks too much.” She fucked up into him hard, and she edged him once more on the rise, then stroked him through the climb.
Evan came with a broken shout, stripes of cum hitting her stomach and chest. His hole clenched around her in helpless pulses.
She drove deep and came inside him, heat flooding him in thick spurts while she held his hips down flush.
Her breath caught, pleased, then her face went smooth with ownership again.
They stayed locked and breathing. She eased him off and laid him on his side, still full of her.
“Say what you want next.”
“I want you to use me until I can’t think.”
“A reasonable request.” She hooked his top leg high over her arm and entered him again from a shallow angle that made him gasp. She stroked into him slow and deep while her free hand traced his nipple.
“Sensitive already.” she murmured.
She fucked him that way until sweat stuck his hair to his forehead. When he reached for his cock she pinned his wrist to the sheet. She edged him until he was moaning open-mouthed, then stroked him through a second climax while she filled him again.
Afterward she stayed buried while he trembled. Heat sat heavy low in his belly.
Evan pressed his face into her shoulder. His hole fluttered around her softening cock. The heat in his belly spread in slow rings and refused to fade.
She rolled him onto his stomach without fully leaving, still half hard inside him, and rested her weight along his back.
Long dark brown hair spilled over his cheek.
She bit his shoulder gently, pulled free with care, and wiped him once with a towel.
Cum slipped; she pressed two fingers back into him until he moaned, then cleaned her hands and stood.
“Get dressed enough for the car. We’re going to my place. Think about my cock on the way downstairs. If anyone looks at you, you look at me.”
He pulled on jeans bare underneath and the charcoal shirt buttoned wrong on the first try. She dressed in the black dress again without underwear.
In the lounge a few people glanced and looked away. Lena walked him out with two fingers in his belt loop.
Night air hit cool.
Her car smelled like leather and clean. On the ride she kept one hand high on his thigh so his cock stayed half hard against denim, and she talked about the route and the apartment code and how she wanted him naked again the moment the door shut.
Evan watched the night slide past. His hole still ached open. Denim was already too much fabric.
Her building was quiet. In the elevator she kissed him hard enough to leave his mouth tender. On her floor she led him down the carpeted hall with her hand on his nape.
Inside she locked the door, set both their phones face down on a shelf by the entry, and stripped him in the living room before the lights were fully on.
She bent him over the back of the couch, used spit and the slick still on him, and pushed back into his ass in one long claim that made him shout into the cushions.