Chapter 20I like you fucking me. #2
I watch him strip naked at my command, and I do the same because I adore the way his cheeks flush and his cock thickens at just the sight of my naked flesh.
When I unzip the bag and produce the belt, he looks confused. Digging in the bag, I produce a long, clear, veiny dildo and secure it in the belt, then look up at him, holding the contraption out.
“If you will give yourself to me completely, I’ll have you.” I drop the belt on the bed and stand toe-to-toe with him, me rocking up on mine as I bring our mouths together. “I’ll handle you with so much care, baby.”
He rakes a hand up the back of his neck, then looks at me, chiseled chest and adonis belt on full display.
This barrel-chested man with shoulders the size of a doorframe and thighs that would Hulk out of blues if he just bent over wrong–he stands in the lamplight, hands at his tailbone, head down, waiting for me to tell him what to do.
Waiting for me, period.
I stroke my fingers through his hair, humming with admiration at how soft and silky it is.
After I’ve stepped into the belt and secured the clear dildo at my center, I add lube to it and ask my good boy to get on his knees on the bed.
When he does, I get on my knees behind him and pour the warm liquid down the split of his ass, using two fingers to drive it inside of him, stretching him. Preparing him for me.
Surprisingly, he only clenches a little. When I slide my hand down his spine and play with the loose ends of his hair as I curl my fingers in his ass, he opens for me.
“Good boy,” I whisper to him as he puts more distance between his knees, getting comfortable.
Positioning the cock at his ass, I take a moment to feed him all the confidence he may need.
“This is the hottest thing ever, baby, seeing you like this. Having you this way, I’m so turned on. Like, so fucking wet. God, I love you so much.” I sink my fingertips into his hips and feel his energy shift as he slowly swings back, opening himself to take the cock.
His groans of satisfaction have my clit pulsing, and as soon as the cock is fully seated, I let out a long moan.
“So hot,” I pant, staring down at where my clear dildo is all of the way inside of him.
Reaching between his legs, I cup his balls, unable to hold both with one hand.
Rolling one then the other, I continue to tease his sac as I slowly withdraw, sinking back into him again all the way before the crown is out.
Gently, I slap his balls, earning a rich groan from him. I smile down at him, and make him mine.
The first full thrust in and out earns me a loud, bone-rattling growl that makes my pussy flood with wetness, and I grab the back of his bicep in response. “Slower? More lube? Or are you okay?”
His chin comes to his shoulder as he squints back at me, sweat beading on his upper lip. “I’m okay.” Etched with striations of muscle, his back tells the story of a hard-working man. My hard-working man. And every sexy man in work blues deserves the ultimate release.
Driving my hips forward again, I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to see him. Look into his eyes as his cock slides through my slick palm, taste his lips while he cries out that he’s cumming, or push my fingers through his hair so I don’t miss a moment of his sweet release.
“Get on your back,” I say, “quickly.”
Without question or clarification, Miller turns over on his back, catching his very first eyeful of me naked, wearing the strap. Pushing onto his elbows, his very beautiful cock hard and shiny against his belly, he blinks at me with wide eyes.
“Laney, you look so hot.”
“Fucking hot,” I tease, knowing how sexy it is hearing Miller use curse words. If he never wanted to use them again, I’d be fine with it, but hearing Miller curse is like hearing your hot professor curse–HOT AS FUCK.
“Fucking hot,” he adds, his voice raspy and raw, like he’s already on the edge of an explosion. The truth is, between the friction and the sight, I’m not far behind.
Then I position myself at the end of the bed and instinctually, he brings his knees up just slightly.
“I should feel embarrassed and exposed,” he muses as I add more lube to the clear cock, pushing some inside him with one fingertip.
He winks as I do. “But I don’t. And I realize with my ass on display and my balls out that this is a weird time to have an epiphany, but here it is,” he adds, sweat sliding down his neck onto his chest, making him look like an absolutely erotic sight. More than before, if possible.
I lean forward, and my cock rubs against his, making us both moan a little. I take his lips in a quick kiss which only leaves me wanting him more. “What’s the epiphany?” I ask him as I position the clear crown with his tight ring .
“That I’d only be this way with you because I think I was meant to leave my old life and find you.”
“Miller,” my voice falls flat and serious because what he’s just said is quite possibly the most beautiful and romantic thing ever.
“Now make me pop.”
Fanning my hands over his chest, I let him know how much I adore his body as I purr and mewl my praise.
His cockhead, shimmery with precum, is so pink it’s starting to look purple, and when I give his shaft a single stroke and am met with an ambitious stripe of precum across his chest, I still my hips, the dildo just barely worked inside.
“Do you like this?” I ask, knowing he does. But I want to know beyond a shadow of a doubt if it makes his cock hard. “Do you like me taking you like this, I mean?”
I drive my hips forward, sending the dildo deeper inside of him. His eyes roll closed, and one of his hands reaches for his cock, desperate to stroke away the mounting tension, but I bat him away.
“Yes,” he pants, “yes, I like you fucking me.”
Hearing my good boy say such dirty words has my hips thrusting faster, the first sound of my groin slapping his ass giving us both a moment of pause. Wrapping my hand around his cock, my pussy clenches in response, reminding me that she is left out.
“Eyes on me, baby. Watch me take what’s mine.”
Only, when I fuck Miller a bit faster and his other hand falls to his chest where he lazily pinches his nipple as he draws his knees to God, I realize… I’m going to cum.
The friction, watching my baby get fucked hard and love it without fear, feeling his long thick cock spasming and dripping in my hand–all of it sends me over the edge. I push a hair off my forehead, finding it sticky with sweat .
My legs tingle, my stomach clenches, and my entire stomach pulls low and tight, like preparing for a detonation. From the inside out, my orgasm devours all rational thought and ability to speak as I grind against the strap-on, keeping my eyes on him.
“Ohmygod,” Miller groans as I drive the cock into him again, this time stroking his cock twice when I’m seated deep. “Oh fuck,” he groans, and then his trembling stops, his mouth falls open in a wordless haze, and then–
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
His body stays rigid as he shoots cum all over his chest and face and the bed behind him.
Shot after ambitious shot, he cums so hard and so much that my orgasm carries on and on as he cums, just from the incredibly hot noises he makes, not to mention the sound of that cum thunking against his abbed belly and messy strawberry hair.
Slowly, as he is catching his breath, I slide out of him, immediately stepping out of the strap-on in favor of grabbing a bath towel.
Wetting one side with warm water, I come back to the bed to find him in the same position, only now his breathing has planed out, and he’s wearing the most adorable, relaxed lopsided smile.
I drag the warm, wet terry along his hot, sensitive skin, taking his cum with me. “What did you think?” I ask, keeping my voice soft to respect the new headspace we’re both in.
He nods. “More of that.”
I bite into my bottom lip as I continue to clean him up. “Really?”
He nods again, eyes still closed. “That was so incredibly hot. I love having you over me. I love how you have a way of getting responses from my body that I can’t get myself. It was just…” he opens his eyes and smiles at me, making my eyes suddenly feel warm.
His gaze sharpens as he notices my emotions, so he wiggles his fingers to draw me into him. And, of course, I go. I fall into his chest like I’m a million pounds looking for a couch to crash on. He holds me tight and presses kisses into my hair.
“Talk to me, Laney.”
Then we lie there as I tell him that our open, honest and vulnerable relationship is literally everything that’s been missing from my life but that I didn’t really fully understand that until tonight.
He kisses me like crazy, we share a shower, and then he makes us protein smoothies as we lie on the couch, passing a book back and forth to take turns reading out of.
And when we fell asleep in his bed just an hour later, I was the little spoon, and everything about that felt right, too.