Chapter 6 #2
He was saying nothing at all, and I thought it made me calm.
It made me braver than perhaps I usually was.
He made me feel wonderful and free, and perhaps those pills were helping, but I had simply lost all those little brakes that would hold me back.
Just keep me on the straight and narrow where I wasn’t too much.
Where I didn’t tip the scales into being something nobody liked.
I held back. And now? I suddenly didn’t want to.
Not with him. Not with that big, fat finger sloppily fucking into me.
I felt like I’d lost touch with time and space, and I swung around, perhaps a little too fast, but he kept that finger firmly there, sliding and slithering until he couldn’t anymore and instead just had me hooked onto him.
And I was on top of him, straddling all that gorgeousness, looking down at his face.
His mouth wet with saliva and his skin no doubt smelling of me. Tasting like me.
I didn’t care. I kissed him. Pressed my mouth hard on him as I moved down. Knees up. There. Arse where it mattered.
“Condom,” he said sternly, like he was still in control and I wasn’t. “I’m not fucking you raw, and you need lube.”
Did I now? My body slid further down as he let that finger out of my arse.
I hated that he did. Wanted it back, but now those big hands of his were making swift work of that condom.
His cock? I wanted him to fill me up. Split me right open and make me feel him.
I wanted everything. Was that perhaps greedy?
I wanted to feel like me again. Another me. One who was happy and carefree and maybe even…
Here was lube. Far too much of it perhaps, a generous layer all over that cock of his. Then he hauled me up, making my cock press against his chest as he smeared lube between my arse cheeks. Pushed that finger back inside of me as I gasped and panted and…and…
“There,” he declared, and I went for it. Because I could. Because he wanted this, probably as much as I wanted it.
“Yessss,” he hissed, as I pressed my opening to his cock. Held him in place, the unfamiliar girth a thrill in my grip. Letting that thick prick press through my fist on the way inside of me, feeling the stretch. The enormous stretch.
Perhaps I wasn’t prepped enough. Perhaps I was impatient and would feel this for days.
I didn’t think I cared at this point because I just wanted him.
Wanted to have him inside of me and have him hold me down.
The second I thought that, his arms were tight around my waist, his legs shifting until he had me riding him at the perfect angle.
His arse bucking upwards trying to meet my thrusts, my hands steadying my weight on his pecs.
Insane. Hot as hell. And mind-blowing. Because I didn’t need to think.
I was just along for the ride, his cock moving deep inside of me, every nerve ending singing on my insides as my cock bounced against his stomach.
Stealing small rubs of friction between us, my head so far in the clouds I could barely think.
There were no more coherent thoughts as he fucked me. Fucked me well and good. Fucked me like he meant it, and all I could think before I lost control was that I felt free. I felt so fucking free and good and loved and…happy.
Then I came, far too fast and almost unexpected, and it was bewildering because it was nothing like me to do anything like this. I never came without… Well, my hand was on my cock, but I’d barely touched myself and here I was squirting ropes of come over Noah’s chest.
Noah. Who was just watching me in absolute awe, still jackhammering into me with his forehead knitted into a frown. His cum-face on point. He was close, so fucking close, and just watching him made me shudder as another pool of white formed on his skin.
The arousal was insane. The dryness in my throat making me gasp for air. My heartbeat off the charts as he bent his neck back and finally let himself go.
The sounds coming out of his mouth were desperate, and I roared in absolute sympathetic bliss.
Staring at him come undone, his mouth gasping for air.
Like he was trying to hold everything back when he absolutely didn’t need to, and I was right there, my lips on his skin, my mouth shushing him and trying to rock him through it.
His cock still twitching inside of me as he tried to keep going and simply couldn’t.
He was spent, absolutely exhausted and shivering. His eyelids closed as I kissed them. Held his head in my arms and just tried to remember who the hell I was and where all this had suddenly come from.
Noah. Right there. Deep, noisy breaths coming from somewhere deep inside of him.
My lips firmly on his forehead.
I wanted more. Wanted to kiss his mouth and tell him far too many words. Wanted to keep his softening cock inside of me even though he’d already slipped out. My arse was cold and loose, and his skin was everything against mine.
“That okay?” he finally whispered.
Oh my darling. Okay? Was that okay? He’d just completely destroyed everything I’d ever been, and he asked if it was okay?
I wanted to laugh. Instead, I swallowed a sob.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered back. Then I just rocked him in my arms because I had no more words to say.