36. Rosy #2
Because his thumbs are now sliding along the crease just below my butt. I might not have had a massage before, but I’m sure they don’t usually involve going there. Do they?
I mean, it is a muscle. Maybe that’s a place that’s included?
He pulls away. The tiny sink to the side turns on, as he washes something before returning. His hands revisit my cheeks, but this time they’re devoid of the oil.
My lungs seize, breath hitching, as his thumbs slide under my underwear, brushing against my lips. There’s no way he can’t feel how wet he’s made me already. Should I be embarrassed?
A sharp sting on my right cheek has a squeal shooting from my mouth.
“Relax,” he breathes, and the word skitters across my skin. “Can stop at any time.”
At his reassurance, my body releases some of the tension, and my legs spread wider for him.
“Perfect.”
His tongue slides along the crease, and I freeze again. My skin is salty, sweaty, from the gym.
“Taste fucking good,” he interrupts, and all thoughts fly from my mind as his thumbs pull apart my pussy, brushing through the abundance of wetness and smearing it around.
I’m almost panting now, feeling absurdly turned on, and he hasn’t even touched my clit yet. Shit, I don’t think it’s going to take much. All the time he’s spent massaging the oils into my skin was like some long, drawn-out foreplay only Nate and my body knew about. Now my mind’s trying to catch up.
Tugging my underwear to the side, Nate slides a thick, calloused finger inside me, and my toes curl on the bed at the feel of him. It’s not enough, though.
“More, please.”
“Greedy, little tease,” he growls, but he gives me what I want.
Another thick finger slides in. That’s two, and it’s…not enough. It’s tight. I can feel him gliding back and forth as he pumps them in and out. But he’s right, I am greedy.
“M-more,” I groan, as his thumb brushes against my clit. My walls grip his fingers as the electrifying touch against my sensitive skin courses through me.
He licks me again.
“Always.” His voice is so low as he pushes a third finger into me. It feels better, but there must be something wrong with me, because all my mind can scream is more.
I can’t seem to get enough. I need it all.
“You’re squirming all over my fingers; such a filthy, perfect tease. Still not enough?”
His fingers move faster, pushing in harder. I’m so wet I can hear it squelch every time he thrusts in, and my back arches as I push into him. My hands fist around the edge of the table for leverage, needing it with how hard we’re pushing against one another.
“No.” My voice is hoarse even though I’ve barely said anything. In my mind, though, I’m screaming, demanding, and begging for everything.
“Please, please, please.” Each word’s punctuated in time with his thrusting fingers.
“Hold still,” he growls, gripping my left cheek and spreading it wider.
Shit, it’s not as easy now. It doesn’t feel like there’s any more space inside me, but my mind won't accept that.
It’s not…enough.
Nate doesn’t stop. He knows what I need. He slowly pumps the remaining finger in as far as he can until his knuckles bump up against me. With only his thumb left outside of me, he lets it slide along my clit, and my whole body sings.
I’m a lit-up, panting, needy mess.
This is what I needed, to be so full of him that he can’t fit any more inside of me.
Arching my back as far as I can on the bed, I push back, meeting his fingers.
There’re no thoughts in my brain as we continue to meet thrust for thrust, his warm, perfectly thick fingers brushing against all the sensitive areas inside me.
Nonsensical words fall from my lips as his thumb rubs up and down my clit, pushing harder without me needing to ask for it.
“Riding my fingers so fucking well, taking everything. Soak them with your cum. Let go, little tease,” he urges, his breathing sounding harsh behind me as it caresses my heated skin.
His hand twists slightly inside me, and as his thumb presses down with the most perfect, delicious pressure, a loud shriek echoes from me.
My orgasm hits so hard and fast that I can’t brace for it. All I can do is ride it out and let it roll through me.
As it eases, Nate slowly tugs his fingers free, and my head spins as he rotates my body. My legs now hang off the side in front of him and my head dangles over the other side.
Dropping to his knees behind me, he dives in and licks up the wetness that slides from my body.
From this angle over the bed, I can see him positioned between my legs. His face is hidden from view, but I can see his throat swallowing as he consumes me.
Finally satisfied, he stands and flips me over. I’m so languid I can’t even muster the energy to cover my breasts.
His lips are glistening with the remnants of my orgasm, and he looks so smug about it as he places a soft kiss on my mouth. Sitting up takes effort, but when I manage it, he steps between my legs, stroking his hands down my arms.
He’s only covered by a pair of gym shorts, and it does nothing to restrain his bulge.
The last of the muggy, post-orgasm bliss rushes away as I have an idea. Pushing against his chest, I slip off the table and drop to my knees to peer up at him, my hands running along the waistband of his shorts.
“Can I?”
He frowns, staring at me a moment before answering. “If you want to, not because you have to.”
Not wanting to waste time pushing the point that I really, really want to, I tug down his shorts. Not all the way, just enough that his very hard, very erect cock springs free. Gripping it in my hands, I try not to grip too tightly as the soft, veiny feel of him slides under my skin.
He lets me explore him, running my hand up and down, tugging and pumping, before he wraps his hand around the length.
He taps the weeping head against my lips, smearing the pre-cum. “Suck me,” he commands. His breaths come out in short pants as his gaze remains fixed on my mouth.
Opening up at his request, I close my lips around him, suckling the head into my mouth. I swallow the dewy drops, dipping my tongue into his slit, then he shivers, squeezing his cock in one hand and fisting my hair in the other.
The view of his face, eyes closed and lips parted, as I work his cock over in my mouth, has a low moan releasing when it hits the back of my throat.
His eyes snap open, and his hips involuntarily twitch.
Running my hands up his thick legs, I brace against his thighs, giving them a squeeze and nodding my head to let him take over and thrust into my mouth.
“Such a good, filthy tease, letting me use you,” he groans. His hand drops from the base of his cock to his shorts pocket, and he pulls out a piece of yellow fabric.
Is that…my underwear?
He must see the confusion on my face, because he chuckles and holds them above my face. “Keepsake from the first time I tasted you. They remind me of how sweet your pussy smells.”
To my shock, he brings them up to his face, taking a deep inhale. His eyes fall closed, and his thick cock twitches in my mouth.
He’s smelling my underwear.
I wore those, even worked out in them.
Shouldn’t I be disgusted?
The underwear I’m currently wearing grows even wetter with the urgent need to have him spill down my throat.
Sitting back on my heels, I manage to find enough friction to grind against my clit as I hold his thick thighs tighter; then I hollow my cheeks and suck for all I’m worth. Even after my orgasm just minutes ago, my body’s desperate for another.
I want him to give in and spill everything he has down my throat. I want to take everything I can inside of me so I own a piece of him. The feral need to consume him is frightening, but it just elevates the burning pleasure taking hold of me.
“Fuck. Look so sexy grinding your filthy pussy on yourself. Does it feel good having my cock choke you?”
My throat constricts as he pushes himself to the back of it, holding himself there and blocking off my airway. I honestly think I’m leaking all over the floor right now. His dirty words do way too many things for me.
Nate picks up the pace and hammers short, sharp thrusts into me. All the while, he holds my underwear to his face, breathing in my scent on every inhale.
“Going to fill you up with my cum. Don’t spill a fucking drop,” he punches out, almost breathless.
My body coils tighter.
A muffled growl falls from him, and his cock punches the back of my throat. On instinct, I loosen the muscles and swallow him down further.
“Fuck. That’s it. Take more of me.”
The praise makes me want to do everything he asks.
He groans loudly and releases a torrent of cum down my throat.
I work to swallow everything, just as he demanded.