Chapter 5
KYLEN
A loud part of me never wants to have sex again. Nothing will top my first time, which I think is probably not the common feeling one is left with after the first time they have sex. Sure, I’m certain it’s not awful to everyone. But is it ever as good as it had been for me?
He did everything right. He didn’t touch my dick a lot, which I appreciated. It allowed me to focus on his words and his dick in my ass. I could give in to the pleasure and not get too hung up on him touching me there.
I’m weird. I know that. How many guys don’t like their dick touched, never mind sucked? It fills me with dread, makes bile rise, makes my body tense, and I almost can’t not remember…
Dean leaves me in the green room, and I close my eyes for a minute once the door shuts behind me. I kind of want to know if it’ll be good with other people. Not just the mysterious first guy. Do I actually like sex, or do I only like sex with the one guy?
It’s been five days since the first time, which was the soonest I could go again anyway, since Hush Anonymous doesn’t run every day. The evenings and afternoons are for Hush—the paid programming version of Hush.
Licking my lips, I press my hand to my stomach to try to force the butterflies inside to calm. I shouldn’t be this nervous again. I know what sex is like now. I know I don’t hate it.
The niggling feeling in my head says I might hate it this time, though. Maybe this guy won’t respect that I don’t want his mouth on my cock. Maybe he’ll always want to touch my dick. Maybe he’ll be aggressive or… too big?
Closing my eyes, I shove all the thoughts away. I should have put in a screening system so I could choose the kind of guy I want.
As I think about how I can make that work, I chew the inside of my lip and cross the room to the buffet table, where I methodically strip off my clothes.
I don’t stack them. I splay them out so they’re all easily found in the dark.
The dim lights around the edges of furniture don’t illuminate so much as guide you away from running into something.
Once naked, I climb onto the bed and try to find the same place I’d been last time.
Generally speaking, Hush Anonymous runs twice a day on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
There’s a morning shift, a break to clean the rooms thoroughly and restock, and then there’s an evening shift before the rooms are cleaned and restocked for the following session.
It’s Friday afternoon. This session starts at two. A glance at the clock on the wall tells me I have three minutes until the lights go out. Once again, my cock isn’t sure if it wants to be hard. My libido is fighting with my nerves. I’m not sure either is winning right now.
I stare at the second hand moving around the clock and inhale sharply when the lights go out. Oh my god. I’m really doing this again.
More than the first time, I kind of want to get up and run out. Let my one and only time be the good memory it is. This time can’t possibly be better.
The door opens within minutes, and I jerk.
Fuck. I close my eyes and listen as the door shuts quietly.
Silence follows, and then I hear the same sounds as before.
The thunk and slide of shoes across the floor.
The rustle of clothing. Subtle movement.
A scritch and ding of something—maybe retrieving supplies from the nightstand?
Then the bed dips, and I almost come out of my skin. The desire to run is loud. Strong.
His hand touches my arm, and I don’t manage to swallow the embarrassing whimper. I cringe and whisper, “Sorry.”
His answering laughter is quiet. It dances in the air and brushes against my skin. It’s… familiar. Then again, maybe everyone feels familiar in the dark. Since you can’t see their faces, you assign familiarity to them. Is it a form of comfort your brain is trying to create for the moment?
The hand on my arm moves over my stomach and up to my neck. A sense of déjà vu settles over me. Maybe there’s a manual about how to greet the guy for the second round of people that I don’t know about? Is that a thing? I should ask.
He comes closer. I feel his body heat. He moves between my legs as his hand wraps my neck, flexes gently, and then cups my face with his thumb moving over my jaw, my trachea, and my lips. I shiver at the familiarity of it.
“Little kit,” he murmurs, and I gasp. His mouth covers mine, and I moan into it.
Oh fuck. It’s the same guy! My hands are still shaking, so I don’t reach for him, but I release some of the tension and open up for his kiss. He takes my mouth, commands my tongue. He guides me through the kiss with patience and confidence until I’m dancing right along with him.
He moves between my legs, his body coming down on mine, and I moan. When his mouth leaves mine and moves along my jaw to the spot beneath my ear, I gasp again, body jumping at the tickling, arousing sensation of his breath playing along my skin.
“You,” I say. “How… you’re back?”
He hums, hand moving along my side. He pauses at my hand clutching the blanket, and gives it a gentle squeeze. It’s comforting. Settling. I don’t know why I trust him—I don’t know him. But that simple gesture makes most of the tension leave my body.
“I told you,” he says in a low, silky voice. “This tight little hole is mine, and I’m not letting anyone else in it.”
My brain wants to ask how. How did he find me? How did he know what room I was in? Is he stalking me?
But then he’s bringing my leg up and I feel his cock move along my ass crack. There are questions I need to ask because I’m not sure I should be okay with him knowing I’m here. That’s not the point of Hush Anonymous. That’s not how I created it.
When his fingers begin pushing gently inside my hole, fingering me for pleasure, as well as stretching me while his mouth moves seductively along my neck, the concerning thoughts glitch in my head. I hadn’t wanted someone else anyway, I reason. I was afraid of someone else.
My moan fills the room as he works my body as though he designed it for himself. With just his fingers. His chest is pressed against mine, but his hips hover. I feel the head of his cock brushing along mine. It feels… damp. Like he’s leaking.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod.
“You like this? Like my fingers in you?” He curls them as he asks, and I moan at the sensation.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Want my dick now? Want my dick to fill you until you can’t catch your breath, little kit?”
I whine, body shaking in anticipation. “Yes.”
He pulls his fingers from me gently, and I hate the absence as he backs away.
I only feel him between my legs, where they press against his sides.
Reflexively, I tighten my legs against him, reminding myself that he’s here.
Against all odds, he found me again. Something I should be concerned about.
Something I should look into. But the relief and anticipation of it feeling as good as the first time outweighs my concern.
Will it be as good? Could it possibly be better?
As he had last time, his arms come around me so he can pull me snugly against him while he lines his cockhead up to my ass. I bring my knees up, feeling my cheeks burn in the dark as I expose my ass to him.
One hand remains between us so he can guide himself in.
“Relax,” he murmurs, lips brushing against my ear. “You know what I feel like inside you. How good I feel. How good you’re going to feel. You have to let me in so I can make you feel that good again.”
His words soothe me. The tone of his voice. The quiet, smooth tenor brushes along my skin like a soothing stroke. I’m not sure if my body relaxes, but he pushes his cockhead inside me, and I jerk at the sensation. Is he really big? Is that why it stings? Is it going to sting every time?
“Shh. I have you, little kit. I’ll take care of you.” His arms wrap around me, and once again, he holds me tightly in his arms as he gently, so gently, begins pushing inside my tense body. His words continue. Remembering that I like the way he talks to me.
“Your body is perfect, kit. So soft, so taut. You fit around my cock like another skin. Stretched just enough to fit exactly right. Unyielding, never loosening. It’s a maddening feeling.
An addiction that I’ve already formed. You like that, do you?
Like that I dream of being deep in your body again? ”
I nod around the squeaks and moans that his dick elicits from my throat. How does he feel bigger than last time? Why is that fair? Fuck, why do I like it so much? Even as it burns, I know the discomfort will end. I know it will because this anonymous man is a master at making me feel good.
“I’ve been counting down the days until I could fuck you again, kit. Waiting. Desperate to dive in deep.” He groans. “Fuck. You feel that? I think you make my dick have a heartbeat of its own. It pulses inside you. The way you feel around me. You like that?”
I grunt as he begins rocking inside me gently. A slow, measured pace intended to get me used to the feel of him. I can practically feel the meter inside me ticking down from yellow to green, leaving the discomfort behind as it gives way to nothing but pleasure.
Somehow, I think he’s watching the arrow of the meter falling into the green because his thrusts pick up, and I moan loudly as he begins to truly bring me pleasure.
“That’s it,” he coos. “You like that? You like my cock owning your tight hole?”
I nod wildly.
“Now that you’re loose, it’s time to turn around and let me truly fuck you. Time to come on my cock like a good little kit.”
My hands reflexively grab for him as he pulls away. He helps me roll onto my hands and knees, and the nerves in my gut begin spinning again. His body blankets mine. I grit my teeth when his cock makes me burn again. What the hell. He was outside my body for like thirty seconds!
His groan is pornographic. “You tightened up on me already,” he grunts.
“Jesus.” His knees knock mine apart as he slowly convinces my body that I recognize him.
He was just here. He’s coming home again.
It’s short minutes before he’s fucking me, and this position has everything inside me coiled tight as pleasure sings along my nerve endings. I grip the bedding as my arms shake.
The noises I’m making sound like they’re coming from someone else. High and needy. Desperate. His hand moves down to my dick, and I try to jerk away. No. No, no, no. Don’t ruin it.
Maybe I say the words out loud because his hand comes off my cock and rests flatly on my stomach.
I’m distracted for a minute with his hand so close to my dick.
Is he going to touch me again? I didn’t tell him that was a limit.
It’s not. If he really wants to, it’s fine.
As long as it’s not his mouth. That will fuck with my head too much.
“You going to come on my cock? Can you come on my cock without me touching your dick?”
I want to tell him I did last time, so I think I can do it again. When I open my mouth to talk, sounds come out. Rough, animalistic sounds. Desperate, sexy sounds. Needy, horny sounds.
His teeth scrape along my shoulder as he fucks me. His hand on my stomach comes up and presses between my shoulders as he gently pushes my face into the bed. I’m thankful when my head hits the pillow because I’m no longer struggling to hold my body upright.
I come like this. My breathless cries soak into the pillow as my cum sprays on the bed beneath me. He talks, praising me for coming. Telling me how good my ass feels as I tighten around him through my orgasm.
He follows me down, and I feel like I’m twisted into a pretzel as he continues to pummel into me.
It’s hard but not painful. Deep. He touches everywhere.
The longer he fucks me, the closer he brings me to a second orgasm, the more securely he has me in his arms. As if he knows I’m ready to burst apart.
His fingers slide through mine on one hand, and it anchors me to the moment.
His patience is maybe the greatest pleasure of this experience. He’s not impatient for me to catch up to what he wants my body to do for him. There’s no sense of urgency. He holds me tightly and fucks me into the exhausted, orgasm-drunk stupor he wants me in before coming himself.
If at all possible, he hugs me tighter after. Holds me to his chest, my hand clutching his, as I catch my breath.
“I didn’t get to hold you after,” he says quietly, his lips pressing soft kisses along my jaw. “This time, we have time for aftercare, little kit.”
I’m not sure what about his words has tightness lighting my chest, but I squeeze my eyes closed and grip his hand even tighter.
“It’s okay. I have you. I’m all around you. You can feel me everywhere.”
I can. I feel where his fingers dug into my skin. Where his teeth did. Where his cock made a home in my fucking gut. I feel it all.
“One of these times, you’re going to ride me and fall apart above me. But not yet. We’ll work up to it. We’ll make sure you’re comfortable with sex first.”
The questions once more fill my head. He sounds like he’s going to be here again. The next time I’m here. He’ll be here again. He’ll find me again.
“Remember. No one touches this hole, or I’ll kill them. Am I clear, kit?”
I nod, swallowing the fear that takes root in my gut.
“Don’t cover my marks on your neck this time. The world needs to know that I own you.”
Chills raise gooseflesh all along my skin. He is following me!