Bonus Chapter 2 #2
It felt like my soul left the room and got replaced by someone else. Some part of me I’d forgotten existed. My arms grabbed at him, and I flipped him over, pushed him down on his back as I straddled him.
“Please fuck me,” he breathed out, noticeably caught off guard.
“We…” I started, but he silenced me with a finger over my mouth.
“Please,” he pleaded. “You know what you’re doing. I need it. You need it.”
“Oli…”
“Fuck me,” he said sternly. “Do your thing.”
My thing? He wanted…my thing?
There was a silent roar inside of me as I pressed my lips to his. Kissed him as my body ground against his. My dick now back in the game, pretty much full on.
Maybe I was old. Maybe maturity had just made me…fuck. Horny. I was so horny I didn’t know what to do with myself, and I completely blamed him.
“Can I…use my mouth on you?”
“So polite,” he breathed out. “You can do anything. Honestly, Peter, just bloody do it.”
“You ready for this?”
“I’ve been ready since the first time I fucking met you, man. Go for it. This whole…shit, Peter. I don’t know what I was thinking. I want this so bloody much, and I have no idea what I was so scared of. Just get your fingers in there. Your tongue, whatever. Make me beg for it.”
“You’re already begging,” I weirdly growled, moving myself downwards.
Flipping him over so he was on all fours.
His mouth making little sounds, his head leaning back so he could watch me, a happy smile on his face.
I pressed his neck down, burying that smile into the pillow.
I needed him relaxed. All soft and whimpering by the time I would get my dick inside of him.
I spat. Because that is who I was. I was…fuck this. Fuck everything. I was ready, and I was so desperate to do this. My finger traced the pool of liquid on his back, smearing it downwards with my thumb. His little opening all pink and blushed. So bloody pretty.
“Do it.” His voice was soft. “I want it. I like it hard and fast.”
“You’ll wait until I’m good and ready,” I growled.
“Such a granddad.”
Oh fuck. “Shut up.”
He laughed. He bloody laughed and I did too.
Then I put my mouth to work, licking a hard line down his crack.
Tasting him was making my head all fuzzy, like a hit of something I hadn’t known I craved.
I gasped and jabbed my tongue at him. Licked at every little part I could as my thumb pressed against that hard muscle.
I wasn’t new at this, no. I’d been here before, the first time when Mary and I had been barely dating.
Her and I. Some guy who’d been eating her out as I gave myself the time to learn how to do this.
How to loosen someone up enough that they would lose their mind.
Beg for me to fill them up. Want this from me, as much as I wanted this from… him.
Nobody else. Everyone else was just ghosts from the past as I pressed my thumb all the way inside. His roars music to my ears.
“All good?” I asked, coming up for air. Then going back in, licking around his opening, my tongue against his skin. Pressing down further.
“Blimey, you’re filthy,” he ground out.
“Can you take more?”
“Put your dick in there,” he demanded.
“Patience,” I offered up, pulling out slightly so I could add a finger to the mix. Pressed down. Hard.
“Oh fuck,” he yelled, his neck bending back, his face now sideways against the pillow. His little mouth open. Heavy breathing. Blushed cheeks. He was good. All good.
“This is my favourite part,” I said softly.
“Edging me to death?”
“Haven’t even started.” I smiled.
Fingers. Deep thrusts to his heady moans. More spit. My arm straining as I had to reach out for the bottle of lube he was handing me. Where had that come from?
“Always prepared.” He smiled, like he could read my thoughts. “This was getting ridiculous.”
“Agreed,” I said sternly. “Still good?”
“Fuck,” he replied. Good enough.
His arse was in the air, my thumb and finger smearing that liquid goodness all over him. Pressing it inside of him. Holding that hole open so I could drip a small trail straight inside. It made him shiver.
“Oliver,” I breathed out.
“Yeah.”
“So beautiful.”
“I love this.”
“I do too.”
I changed things up, using three fingers this time to add to the girth. Probably too much but he took it, like the perfect being he was. Mine. All mine as my hand stroked up and down his back. Down his trembling thighs. Everywhere I could reach.
Not his dick. He’d come. I’d make sure of it, now that he was nice and loose.
“Turn over, babygirl,” I said softly, catching his hips as he fell, too blissed out to care. Sloppy. All good signs.
“You’re good at this,” he slurred.
“It’s easy with you,” I whispered back. Truths. Honest goddamn truths. “Here,” I offered, pushing his leg up so I could get a pillow under his arse. Help him get comfortable. “This position good for you?”
“Fuck yes,” he huffed out, his head leaning back into the pillow. His stomach stretching out as he moved his arms. His cock. Nice and hard. Ready for me.
Fingers? Two of them this time, gently pushing inside of him as I lowered myself. Hip on bed. Leg up. Elbow to take my weight.
His cock in my mouth, another flavour sensation as I gently tasted him. Soft sloppy movements. Lots of spit to match the added drizzle of lube on my fingers.
“You have condoms?”
“I do.”
Communication. Smiles as he reached over and let his hand rummage around in the bag on the floor. Throwing me a box. I threw it back.
“You’re going to have to open it; my hands are kind of…”
“Slippy shit,” came out with a smile, as he busied himself ripping cellophane off the carton. Grabbing what I needed. Even opening the packet and placing the condom on his stomach.
“For when you’re ready,” he said, his eyes on mine as I sucked him all the way down my throat, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. So dramatic.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Yes indeed. My fingers bending inside of him, moving slowly as I watched his face. Slow, gentle touches looking for that right place.
And there. His hips jerking, that leg kicking out to the side. I nudged it away with my head and held his other leg in place with my knee. An awkward position, but one that worked for this particular exercise.
His dick in my mouth. Slow sucking movement as I massaged his insides with precision.
Made his breath hitch. Little squeals every time I let him go.
Deep sighs when my mouth returned to where he wanted it.
The taste at the back of my throat when I got him all the way in. Controlling my muscles. Calm.
It was a fine art, doing this. Gentle movements. Full control. Not pushing too far. Just right.
“I’m so fucking close,” he whispered. “Don’t stop.”
“Hang on,” I said gently.
I could have stayed here forever, edging him on. But I loved this too much to just let him come. So I pulled my fingers away. Sat myself up.
“Please,” he begged, looking all flushed and dishevelled, lying there in a pool of white. The mattress was visible on both sides where he’d gripped the stupid sheets.
“Deep breath,” I urged. “Calm down.”
“I need to come.” His eyes closed again. A slight panic in his voice.
“You can do it. Just ride it out. We’re not done yet. Nowhere near done. I haven’t done this in such a long time and I… Oliver, you’re mine. All mine.”
“I’m yours,” he pleaded.
“Babygirl,” I whispered out. I got up on all fours and leant over him. A small kiss on his desperate mouth.
“Please.” So needy.
“Want my fingers back? My mouth?”
“All of you,” he slurred.
I gave him what he wanted. Gentle sucks and hard fingers.
Deep thrusts inside of him, pushing down on some.
Up on others. Never letting him know where he’d find his pleasure.
His gasps filled the room like music in my ears.
Then I stopped again, just to hear the noises he made.
The desperate whining. The way his body jerked in need.
His legs in the air, that greedy arse on him right there in my face.
I loved him. I loved him more than he’d ever know. Letting me have this with him. Letting me find my pleasure, the one that was hiding so deep down inside of me.
My cock thick and heavy, biding its time. I wouldn’t disappoint him. And this time? This time, I was in control.
He stopped pleading, his eyes wide open as I got up on my knees and finally retrieved that condom. Rolled it on with calm, steady fingers as he just stared at me.
“You’re safe,” I said sternly. “Not going to hurt you.”
“I think you could shove your whole arm up there right now and I would thank you.”
“Oliver.” I smiled.
“You’re amazing.”
“Nah. I just love you.”
“I know you do. But you need to fuck me before I die here.”
“Nobody has ever died from blue balls.”
“Someone has to be the first.”
He smiled, weakly, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Damp hair at his temples. Breathing far too fast as I yanked at his hips. Up. Right like this. The way I liked it.
Fingers around the tip of my dick. Press. Push. Hold.
“Okay?”
“Fuck.” He grimaced. “Don’t you dare tease me. Get it in there.”
“Shush.” I smiled. “Who’s on top here?”
“You’re mine. You need to do as I…fuuuck.” A low growl as I pushed in. Deep, deep inside of him and now I was the one seeing stars on the inside of my eyelids. My mouth hanging open.
I didn’t think I cared what I looked like, not when this was my very own piece of heaven on earth. His body shivering. Mine completely still, my groin pressed flush against his arse. Sounds escaping from my lungs. I thought I had control.
I had none. I hitched him up further, lifting his hips off the bed, hooking those legs under my arms so I had the angle right.
Then I fucked him. My hips thrusting hard against his poor body as I held him in place.
Deep, heady thrusts. All the way in. Almost all the way out.
The full glide. Stopping for a second and teasing him as he cursed me, and then I gave him what he was pleading for.
I gave him all of me. Every little part of me. My moans, my sweat. My tears and my words.
My orgasm was not even a surprise when it shot through my bones. It was just there, a part of this dance we were swaying to. My mouth on his. His arms tight around my neck, one of his legs still tangled in the hook of my arm.
I didn’t need words. None at all. I didn’t need to hear his either. They were just there, hanging in the air. Unspoken truths as he buried his face in my neck.
I loved. I loved so deeply and strongly and freely as I always had done. And he was right there in the centre. Only him. Everything I ever wanted. Everything he needed.
He’d needed it, to know how much he meant to me. All of me right there for him to own.
He whispered something into my skin. I whispered it back. Words just for us, for nobody else to hear.
And for the first time, in a very long time? The words made sense. They rang true. And being me truly was…pretty…wondrous.