Chapter 31 Jonah - Past #2
“Rabbit.” Dex’s voice was stern, threatening, but there was a curve to his lips that made me feel warm inside, because that was how his lips should always be. Smiling. I pulled back so I could see it properly. “What did you do?”
So, I may have had a shower while I was waiting for him, and in said shower I may have decided to clean up ahead of him getting back, and may have gotten carried away with that.
In my defense, I didn’t think he’d be able to tell.
But as he pressed a third finger inside, it was clear my body was accepting him faster than when he usually prepped me.
“Have you been playing with what’s mine?”
“I was just, mnn, getting ready for you.”
“Naughty little rabbit. I should punish you for that.”
“Punish… how?” My fingers dug into his shoulders unconsciously, and I realized only when I saw the soft wince that flickered over his features. “Stop,” I said, trying to pull away from him, but he just held me tighter.
“I need you, Rabbit. Need to feel you. It doesn’t matter if it hurts me.”
I sighed. “Lie down, then, at least.”
“But I need to punish you.”
“Punish me tomorrow.”
“But I can still have you?”
“Yes. But only if you lie down.”
He sighed, as if I was being unreasonable.
I could be, I knew that, but I thought this time it was entirely called for.
Dex released me, shuffling back on the bed until his head was on the pillows.
Most of his injuries were on the same side.
I could have tried riding him, but I wasn’t sure my leg wouldn’t fuck it up, and potentially having to change positions after I’d just demanded that already felt entirely too embarrassing.
Instead, I crawled onto the bed and lay beside him, and right away he curled into me, his body a blanket of warmth on my back, his lips trailing kisses along my neck. “Is this okay?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he whispered against my skin.
“You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“I’m sure, Rabbit.”
“Okay, but if it hurts, tell me and we—ah!” His fingers plunged back into my body suddenly, and my sentence devolved into a moan. “Fuck.”
“Lube.”
I stalled for a moment before realizing that was a request and reaching for the bottle, handing it to him. His fingers pulled out of me to take it.
I expected them to push back in again, but his slippery hand found my cock instead, stroking me slowly. So slowly it was more frustrating than pleasurable. “Please, Dex.”
“Call me baby again.”
I groaned, debating whether I should give in, before his grip on my cock tightened and stilled to show he wasn’t fucking around.
“Such a dick.”
“Mmn, close. I think you meant to say, ‘Please can I have your dick, baby?’”
I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to give in, but as his hips rocked forward and I felt the slippery sensation of his cock along my crease, the stubbornness inside me receded to make room for desperation.
“Please can I have your dick?” I grumbled. And when he made no movement at all, I added in a much quieter voice, “Baby.”
He chuckled softly, warm breath over my ear, before stroking my length a couple of times. Then his hands withdrew. “Of course you can, baby.”
He sounded entirely too smug about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to care when I felt the slick tip of his cock against my opening and the metal of his piercing. I relaxed for him, the pressure increasing as I bore down and he slipped inside.
Dex kissed gently along the back of my shoulders, and I tilted my head for him, enjoying the softer touches and the increasing fullness as he gradually eased deeper.
Once he was fully inside me, his hips pressed firmly against my ass, his hand found my cock again. This time he stroked me holding nothing back.
“Gonna come… too fast… if you do that.”
“So come. I know you have more than one in you anyway.”
His hips withdrew and thrust back inside, the glide of his length and the feeling of the piercing so much better without the usual barrier between us.
I had no doubt he could make me come again, but I still tried to hold out as long as possible.
It was a losing battle right from the start when his thrusts increased in speed along with his hand on my dick, working in tandem.
Then the bastard bit my neck, hard, and I was helpless to stop the cry that escaped me, my cock exploding in his hand as my body convulsed around him.
Total bliss overwhelmed my senses as the waves of pleasure pulsed through me, his thrusts slowing but never stopping. Dex kissed the mark he’d left on my neck softly, his hand leaving my oversensitive cock to run his fingers through the mess I’d made on my stomach.
Fingers slicked with lube and cum smoothed over my chest, tweaking my nipples and making me jolt against him again. His tongue traced the shell of my ear. “That’s it, baby. Made such a mess for me. But you’re gonna make more, aren’t you?”
His hand traveled higher, over my collarbones, my neck…
and then two wet fingers were tracing over my lips.
Gently. Experimentally. Waiting to see if I’d part them for him.
I did. I was possessed by the devil, and I’d do anything he wanted me to—including, apparently, tasting my own fucking cum on his fingers.
I didn’t want to like it, would never even have thought to try it, but as his fingers slid over my tongue and the saltiness of my pleasure filled my senses, I groaned, my cock already twitching again.
“Perfect, baby. So good for me.” His low voice rumbled in my ear, so close it felt like a physical thing. The vibrations of it tingled over my skin and down my spine, and made me clench around him. He groaned, causing the same reaction in me again. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
All I could respond with was a whimper around his fingers, my tongue slipping between them.
“Gonna fuck you hard now,” he warned me, and I nodded, his fingers slipping out of my mouth so his hand could circle my neck instead—not hard enough to cut off my air, just enough to feel the pressure of him there, for him to keep me perfectly in place as he pulled his hips back and slammed in again fast and hard.
I pushed back against him, trying to keep up with his thrusts, but with the feeling of his piercing rubbing my oversensitive prostate making me jolt and squirm, his hand had to leave my throat to grip my hip and keep me where he wanted me.
All I could do was lie there and take it as he chased his own pleasure.
“Fuck. Ready to feel me fill you up, baby? Ready for my cum inside you?”
“Yes,” I cried out. “Pl—fuck—please.”
My cock was iron-hard again, and as his thrusts picked up speed—no longer a steady rhythm but a race toward the finish line—I stroked myself quickly, crying out pathetic noises into his pillow.
Dex groaned next to my ear, slick warmth erupting deep inside me, and I moaned as I came for the second time, adding to the puddle over the front of myself and the blankets.
We were both panting, covered in sweat and sex.
His arm wrapped around my center, pulling me in closer, so there weren’t any gaps between us, and we lay like that until the chill of the night air on our drying skin had me shivering.
Dex tried to pull back, but my hand shot to his hip to stop him. “Can we stay like this?”
“You want to sleep like this?”
I nodded, and even in the dark of the room, I knew he could see it.
“You’re sure?” he asked, and I nodded again. “You want me like this? Inside? While we sleep? You’re absolutely sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure!” I said, trying not to snap.
I liked having him close to me, especially when we were sleeping, and there was no getting closer than we were right now.
Dex’s hand left me as he grabbed for the blanket, pulling it over us.
I knew we needed to shower, but I didn’t care. I was tired, and so was he.
“Are you hurt?” I asked once we settled in, his arm wrapping around me again.
“No, baby.” He placed a kiss to my temple. “You could never hurt me.”