24 Aubie #2
Tossing the sweater on a chair, I bend down to pull off the boots, knowing I’m giving him a show. He takes the bait and moves up behind me, his big hands gripping my hips and pulling my ass against him. His breath tickles my ear as he leans his head over my shoulder and nibbles at my lobe.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He bites down, the pain sending shockwaves through my heightened nerves. “Is it witchcraft?”
I grin and turn my head to meet him, capturing his lip between my teeth. “Yes. I’ve cast a spell on you to make you my sex slave.”
“I’d believe that,” he murmurs as I force my tongue into his mouth. Damn, I can’t get enough of him. No one said obsession would be so consuming.
His hand wanders down to grip my cock as his mouth plunders mine like a man on a mission.
Are you sure you’re not the one practicing witchcraft, I want to ask.
How else do you explain my behavior? I moan into his mouth as he rolls his thumb over the head of my cock, coaxing it back to life.
That’s a record even for me. It’s been less than ten minutes since I came.
I want to turn around, to give his own cock equal time, but I don’t want to interrupt what he’s doing. I squirm against him, grinding my ass against his cock. His mouth hovers over my neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth. Yes, mark me.
“Why do I want you like this?” he murmurs, and I’m guessing he’s talking to himself while echoing my own inner conflict.
I lean my head back against him to give him access to my throat. Okay, so I may have a choking fetish. Big strong man overpowering me…
Jesus, I’m hard again.
I glance behind me at my bed, wondering if he would be game for a little role play. I’ve got ropes and cuffs and all kinds of fun toys, and fuck knows I’d love to tie him up and lick and suck my way around his body. Drive him straight to insanity.
Like he’s doing to me.
Payback. That’s all it is.
Keep telling yourself that.
Doesn’t hurt to ask. “How kinky are you?” I moan as his mouth releases my flesh.
His bearded chin scratches the sensitive skin of my neck, his teeth nipping at my lobe, his voice low and raspy in my ear. “Considering what we’re doing, I’d say I’m pretty openminded. What did you have in mind?”
Fuck. Why does he keep getting better? He should be his uptight self so I can feel good about watching him leave.
His mouth has gone back to gnawing love bites on my neck, and I have to admit, it’s distracting as hell. I’ve never had anyone pay that much attention to one part of my body. Well, other than my cock and ass.
“I think you’ve been holding out on me,” I breathe as he bites my Adam’s apple.
He chuckles, and something about it is just this side of wicked. The sound makes my toes curl. He’s fulfilling every fantasy I had about him.
“Just because I wasn’t interested in sex doesn’t mean I didn’t know what was going on. I was an athlete. I was exposed to locker room talk all the time, some of it extremely explicit.”
“And of course you listened,” I murmur, fascinated.
“Mm hmm.” His teeth brush my neck while his free hand slides down to grab my ass. “I think I want to fuck you again.”
This man.
He’s going to be the death of me. How can I get over him if he keeps being perfect?
Get over him?
Getting over implies feelings, and that’s a reality I don’t want to face right now.
With one hand working on my cock and the other fingering my ass, he’s got me completely at his mercy. I melt into him, content to sign my body over to him as long as he keeps doing whatever he’s doing with those magical hands and that too-good-to-be-legal mouth.
Whatever games I had in mind can wait till next time.
Whenever that will be.
If that will be.
I moan as his finger enters me, his mouth against my ear. “Is that a yes?”
“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.”
And that’s as much speaking as I want to do right now.
Moaning and whimpering however, I’ve got in spades.
If I wasn’t so completely turned on, I’d be embarrassed.
But I’m past that. I want whatever this man is willing to give me, especially if it involves the side of him currently in charge of what he’s doing to my body.
Somehow he gets us over to the bed, his hands and his mouth keeping me in a heightened state of need.
I reluctantly pull away from him and crawl onto the bed, turning and resting back on my elbows with my knees bent, legs sprawled open to him.
My ass is still stretched from our last fuck so it won’t take much to prep me for another round of pounding.
I may be a little sore, but it’s not enough to discourage me from wanting whatever he’s offering.
The mattress dips when his knees hit it and I wish I had my phone to capture the look on his face as his eyes rove over me. “Like what you see?”
A blush creeps up his cheeks. He’s so easy to rattle, though I’m sure that will change the more time he spends with me.
And there it is…thinking about the future like it’s a given. Let’s just take this one good fuck at a time.
I drop my gaze to his cock, which is hanging heavy and full and oh so delectable between his powerful thighs. Not fully hard yet but getting there, a single bead of precum glistening in his slit, causing my mouth to water.
He scoots closer until he’s kneeling between my legs, his tongue caught between his teeth like he’s deep in concentration.
His hand is tentative when he reaches out and traces his way over my balls and down to my hole.
I sigh as he sinks a finger inside, suddenly over his aversion to anything remotely gay.
I lift my ass and push into his grip, hungry for his touch.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“Mm hmm.” His finger finds my sweet spot, sending a shudder through me. My body moves on instinct, writhing against his hand. Chasing that sexual high.
“Violate me, baby,” I whimper. “Use me any way you want.”
He surprises me when he inserts a second finger and starts scissoring them together, causing my vision to warp. For someone new at ass play, he sure seems to be taking to it like a pro. I dig in my heels and push my hips up, rocking against his hand.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Taking my fingers like a good little slut.”
Damn, my cock is rock hard now. Since when does he talk like that? What happened to shy, reserved Cutter? Whatever triggered it, I’m a fan.
“I really need you to fuck me now.”
“Is that what you need?” His tone is dark and just this side of dangerous and I swear I swoon a little. I’m a sucker for a sexy voice.
I offer him a lazy smile. “Will saying ‘I need your big cock to split me in half’ be enough to make you fuck me sooner?”
“Now who’s impatient?”
“To have your dick back inside me? That would be me.”
And just to show I mean business, I reach for that dick, which has completed its run to full hardness, and guide it toward my ass.
“Fuck me, please.”
His lips quirk up in a grin. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
“And it’s what you want,” I add.
He grunts and withdraws his fingers, eliciting a whimper from me, but that disappointment is forgotten when he moves closer.
“Condom?”
Shit. I point to the nightstand. “Top drawer. Hurry.”
He grunts as he retrieves the condom and rolls it on then douses his cock with lube before lining it up with my hungry hole. Throughout this I’m willing myself not to beg. It’s not something I’m in a habit of, but I might make an exception right now, especially if he doesn’t hurry the fuck up.
The initial breech doesn’t burn as badly this time since I’m already stretched, though the soreness makes it uncomfortable for a couple of seconds.
And then pain gives way to intense pleasure as he sinks inside me.
The obscene sound of our balls slapping together when he bottoms out fills the air and causes my own cock to throb.
He props himself up and gazes down at me. “Definitely witchcraft.”
I raise my lips up to his, suddenly desperate to taste him. To fill my senses with him. The kiss is slow and seductive, full of barely-requited need. His tongue slides over my lips, around my mouth, twisting and tangling with mine in a hungry dance. If I could, I would devour him.
And then he starts to move. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of me awakens something almost bestial.
Every thrust goes deeper. Every moan hits harder.
I’m drowning in him and I can’t die fast enough.
His cock shreds me, making me sure I’m seeing whatever version of heaven heathens like me aspire to. Driving me straight out of my mind.
I’d promise him anything to keep his cock right where it is.
To hold onto this feeling of completeness.
For perhaps the first time in my life, I know what it means to touch one’s soul.
And if I wasn’t so desperate for his cock, I’d be running scared.
Is this what it feels like to be out of control?
To want something with every cell in your body?
The rhythm that started out slow and leisurely quickly picks up speed, leaving me a shuddering, whimpering mess. Between his cock dredging my ass and his mouth’s wanton chokehold on my sanity, I’m a hopeless pile of lust with no will of my own. I exist only as far as he allows it.
What is happening to me?
“What are you doing to me?” he groans, again echoing my thoughts.
I should be worried about how much we’re thinking alike, but right now all I care about is the reality between my legs.
He bites my lip as if it’s somehow responsible for all this, and I won’t lie, I’m here for it. “Sometimes I hate you.”
I grin against his mouth. “And the rest of the time?”
He growls as he thrusts deeper inside me, his cock pounding me mercilessly. “I want to fuck the brattiness out of you.”
Good luck with that. I wrap my legs around his ass and urge him deeper while my body vibrates with the most unhinged desire to lose myself in this asshole.
This infuriatingly fucked up asshole.
Fuck the brattiness out of me? Well, if anyone could do it…