Chapter 4
His lips touched my ear as he breathed directly into my ear hole. Or maybe he was softly blowing in my ear. Either way, it aroused another batch of goosebumps that made my dick stretch and my pucker hole flex.
Please, fuck me. The desperate plea crawled to the tip of my tongue, but just before it leaped into the open air, I clamped my teeth and bit it back.
I don’t know why. I was almost positive he would grant my wish—his cock was fully hard again, and the way he snuggled my ass made it clear what he wanted.
He kissed my shoulder and held me a little tighter, his breathing growing uneven. I slowly tilted my head back and turned my face away, exposing more of my neck.
What if he’s a vampire?
Completely random thought—I have them sometimes—which I immediately dismissed. I hadn’t invited him into my house. Too bad; I’d always had a thing for vampires. Maybe that’s why I liked men who bite. Would the cuddler bite me? I craned my neck a little more, hoping he’d take the hint.
His hand untucked from beneath my ribs and caressed my chest. My nipples perked up as his palm grazed one, then the other.
I swallowed so hard I heard my own gulp.
He kissed my shoulder again, then dragged his soft lips along the curve of my exposed neck.
Very gently, he squeezed my left pec muscle while his thumb massaged the pebbled nipple.
I moaned. My jaw was slightly clenched, so it came out through my nose in a puff of breath and sounded like a whimpering puppy. I think he liked it because he pushed against my ass, causing his cock to grind my balls a little—which brought on another nose-whimper.
This time, when he kissed my neck, his lips parted, and I felt his warm, wet tongue brush my heated skin.
I shuddered. He softly sucked at my neck, his teeth lightly raking my sensitive flesh.
My jaw dropped, and a sharp breath escaped my throat.
His fingers pressed tensely into my chest—and gently pinched my nipple, his thumb and index finger rolling back and forth, stimulating the nub and nearly making me blow my wad.
A whimpering, barely audible “Uuuhhh…” tumbled off my tongue, followed by a slightly louder one when he nipped my neck and sucked harder. My fingers dug into my pillow as my back arched, shoving my ass deeper into his crotch.
His arm tightened, pulling me flush against him again. I trembled as pulses ran up my throbbing shaft. My balls were full and tight, and I became aware of grinding them on his cock.
He was breathing harder, too—his breath scalding my neck as his lips and teeth marked my tender flesh. I grew even more excited at the thought of seeing the hickies in the morning mirror—physical evidence that this was more than the deluded fever dream of a lunatic.
When his hand slid up to the base of my throat, my breath caught—not in fear, but in a rush of fresh excitement. His fingers closed around my throat, but didn’t squeeze. His mouth detached, then nuzzled my hair, his hot breath steaming the short strands.
A roll of his hips. Then another. And another.
His long, thick cock rubbed my dick, making it spit precum.
Holy hell, I was ready to cum again.
The cuddler pumped against my ass a few more times, igniting all kinds of aches through all parts of my body. My dick was stiff as a board, practically vibrating against the bed like a fucking tuning fork, drooling all over the sheets.
His hips drew back—a little further this time—and he slid his cock between my ass cheeks.
My hole clenched ecstatically, but to its dismay, he didn’t go in.
His engorged muscle stroked through my crack, and his thrusts grew more enthusiastic.
My leg clenched around his tense thigh, and I met his thrusts with equal vigor.
My breath nearly left my body—squeezed from my lungs by his hug, crushing me against his hard body.
His teeth raked through my hair and along the back of my neck, then he bit my shoulder, and I almost fucking screamed—barely catching it as it careened up my throat.
What surfaced was a crippled gasp. My head jerked back, digging into his shoulder, and his face was right there, so close to mine.
A minimal crank to the left, and we could be kissing—mouth on mouth, sucking tongues, exchanging saliva.
I didn’t turn my head. I didn’t try to see his face in the darkness. In fact, I couldn’t even open my eyes; they were fused so tightly shut.
The bed was rocking again, rattling beneath us as he fucked my ass crack as vigorously as if he were balls-deep inside me.
Oh, why WASN’T he?! As much as I wanted his dick pounding my hole, I wasn’t complaining.
I would cum again—that was a given—whether he touched my cock or not. I was getting there lightning-fast.
My mouth gaped open, and all sorts of sounds came out, some I’m not proud of. In the moment, who fucking cares, right? We all sound like rutting hogs in the heat of lust.
His fingers gripped my throat without choking me, and his teeth clamped firmly onto my shoulder muscle as his breath hissed out the sides of his mouth and through his nose.
I could feel his nostrils flaring, and it was so fucking hot.
I’d never had a lover fuck me this intensely—even when they were penetrating me.
I sure as fuck had never felt so lusted after, desired, or just plain… wanted.
My hamstring was cramping from clutching my leg around his thigh, but I couldn’t unclench as my entire body was locked in a sexual frenzy.
My dick slapped the sheets—smacking the mattress, splattering cock juice everywhere.
The cuddler’s own cum juices drenched my crack, and his thick muscle slipped between my cheeks like a well-oiled piston, the root of his cock pounding my sensitive pucker.
My noise emissions reduced to a guttural stream of “Uh-uh-uh-uh!” as my ass bounced against his dick. He released my throat and grabbed my chest, his blunt nails digging into my pec muscles, while his chest bumped my back with dull, wet slaps.
I wanted to grab my dick and jerk off wildly, but his arm blocked my access. It didn’t matter. I was seconds from blowing my load.
“Fuuu-huuu-huuuck…” I think I might’ve been sobbing at that point—I really can’t say—drowning in raw ecstasy.
One heartbeat before the first spurt of cum shot out of me, the cuddler grabbed my cock, squeezed, and beat me off.
His hand felt so fucking good I almost passed out, but I somehow stayed conscious as the orgasm tore through me.
I gagged on my cries while the cuddler jerked my pulsing dick, and ropes of cum squirted across the mattress from what seemed an endless well.
His teeth were still embedded in my shoulder as he fucked my ass crack furiously and yanked my chain at the same time. He grunted suddenly, and hot, creamy cum shot up my lower back, filling my crack as he “fucked” through his orgasm, the spasm of climax making his hand squeeze a little tighter.
I gasped, and my eyes watered, but it still felt so fucking good. I fucked his clenched fist as he wrung a few more spurts of cum from me.
Our orgasms released us at the same time, and we sagged against the bed in a mess of sweat and cum, breathing heavily.
His teeth pulled away from my shoulder, leaving marks I didn’t have to see to know were there.
He stroked my cock a few more times, then ran his hand up my overheated, slick stomach, quivering with ragged breath.
My eyelids drooped with exhaustion, and warm tears trickled down my flushed face. The cuddler hugged me, softly kissing my neck and shoulders. His palm pressed flat against my sternum, caressing in small, comforting circles. My leg lay limp over his thigh, with not an ounce of strength left in me.
Without really thinking, I lowered my arm weakly, and my hand brushed his.
His caresses stilled, and for a moment a light tension gripped us both.
Then his fingers splayed across my hot, tacky flesh…
and mine slipped tentatively between them.
He slowly closed his hand, threading our fingers, and gently squeezed.
My heart almost shot out of my mouth.
He’s holding my hand!
Why was this such a big deal after everything we’d already done together? I had no fucking clue. It just was.
I squeezed back, a little nervously. It seemed silly to be so nervous and excited about this when we’d just “fucked” like animals.
But his holding my hand felt… significant.
How? I didn’t know. I couldn’t explain the overwhelming, somewhat frightening emotions invading me just then, and I was too exhausted to try.
I was so tired that I just wanted to sleep.
The cuddler seemed to understand my need, and he tucked me deeper into his embrace, sliding both arms around me and holding me tightly, tenderly against him.
His chin rested comfortably over my shoulder as he turned his face into my neck.
My befuddled brain finally registered the light stubble on his jaw tickling my damp, sensitive skin.
God, I love stubble. It’s so damn sexy…
My last thought before the Sandman swept me away.