Chapter Eleven #3
“God, yes. But go slow, okay?”
“As slow as you need,” he promised and winked. “After all, it’s your first DP.”
She laughed herself breathless, a sound that abruptly cut off when his cock pressed that first inch into her pussy.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You can take me.”
She wasn’t sure. He felt huge inside her, and with the presence of the plug, the pressure was enormous. But once the first panicked shock had passed, there was also pleasure.
A lot of pleasure. Her asshole was pulsing around the plug, echoing the wild throb of her clit, and the stretch of her pussy around him was a mad thrill. It wasn’t altogether comfortable, but God, it was hot.
“How we doing, sweetheart?” he murmured.
“I’m good,” she gasped, not sure if it was true but not wanting to wait any longer. She reached up to grab the rungs on her headboard, thanking past-Chloe for having the foresight to buy a bed with handles. “You can go further.”
“Stop me if you need to,” he said and pushed ahead.
Oh God, oh God, it was too much. Too much and not enough and she was going to come apart before he even got all the way inside her. She felt so full, like her body couldn’t possibly hold this much, take this much, so how did it feel so good?
Because it did. Despite the discomfort and the insane pressure and the feeling like a piece of meat on a skewer, it felt so goddamn good.
Her clit was pulsing, her pussy throbbing around him—even her asshole felt good, like if someone tugged on that plug a few times she could come just from that, and if someone had told her that was possible even five minutes ago she would have told them to go sober up.
And it went on and on, there was so much of him, so much dick tunneling into her, she would have sworn he hadn’t had this much dick when they’d started, and it was on the tip of her tongue to ask him where he’d gotten all that extra dick when she felt his balls nestle up against her and realized he was all the way inside her.
“Oh, thank God,” she moaned.
“Whatcha thankin’ God for, baby?” he asked, and she opened her eyes.
He was leaning over her, his elbows planted on the mattress under her arms. His face was inches from hers, his hair curling down around his face, and he was smiling his wicked, sexy smile.
“That you ran out of dick,” she gasped, and the bed shook when he laughed. “Also, I’m sorry I doubted you about the lube.”
“Not my first rodeo.” He dropped his head to nuzzle her neck. “Doing okay?”
“Yeah, I’m just…” She stopped to swallow. “Really full.”
“Hmm. How’s it feel?”
“Uncomfortable,” she said honestly. “But also really good.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “Jesse?”
“What, baby?”
“Will you kiss me?”
He lifted his head from her neck, his smile no longer wicked but soft and dreamy. “Anytime, anywhere, baby.”
She sighed as his mouth met hers, and the kiss was sweet and soothing, just what she needed. Until it wasn’t. But he seemed to sense the change, to know when her need shifted, and shifted with it.
Soothing turned to enticing, gentle to raw. He seduced her with the thrust of his tongue, destroyed her with the nip of his teeth. She kissed him back with desperate need, clutched at him with wild hands. Her body began to move under his, begging for more, but still he held back.
“Jesse,” she moaned into his mouth, arching into his hands. He was plucking at her nipples, twisting and pulling at them, torturing the sensitive little buds until she wanted to scream.
“Yeah, baby?” He licked into her mouth, sucked at her tongue when she tried to follow. “What do you need?”
Pleasure was a dizzying swirl, a treat held tantalizingly out of reach. “I need you to fuck me.”
He lifted his head to give her that wild, wicked grin. “Well, hell, why didn’t you say so?” he drawled and began to move.
A slow drag out, easing the pressure. The slow push in, bringing it back. She thought she was used to it, but it was just as shocking, just as breathtaking as before. And the pleasure—oh, the pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Jesse groaned.
She arched up into him, wanting the contact, the weight of him. “You…too.”
Slow drag out, slow push in. Slicker now, smoother. No less devastating.
Sweat rolled down his face, dampening his beard, dripping onto her breasts. “Is this okay? Am I going too fast?”
She shook her head, gasped for breath. “No, it’s good. It’s so good.”
He dropped his head, his forehead on her breastbone. “So good. Not gonna last long, baby.”
“Don’t come before me,” she begged. She’d die if he left her hanging.
“I won’t,” he promised, turning his head to lick her nipple. “I swear it on my life.”
That startled a quick laugh out of her. “You don’t have to go that far.”
“Yes, I do.” His hips sped up, just a little. “It’s the rule.”
She gasped when his balls slapped against her taint. Against the plug. “What’s the rule?”
“Ladies first.” He grunted it around her nipple, sucking strongly, using his teeth, sending fire streaking down to her core.
She let go of the headboard to sink her fingers into his hair, to hold him in place as she lifted her hips, fucking him back. “Good rule.”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Oh, yeah, fuck me back, baby. Just like that.”
She planted her feet, pumped her hips. “Like that?”
“Just like that.” He lifted his head, mouth red and wet, brow sweaty, eyes blazing. “You’re getting close.”
“I know.” She stared into his eyes, into their fathomless depths. “You?”
“As soon as you get off,” he promised. “What do you need?”
“Just keep fucking me,” she panted. “Just keep fucking me.”
He kept fucking her, hips rolling, balls slapping. He sped up again, then again, the pressure and the pleasure building to flash point, but she couldn’t quite go over.
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can.” He shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts.
“No, I can’t.” Tears of frustration gathered in her eyes.
“Yes, you can,” he repeated, and shifting again, reached down to grab her ass. Squeezing her cheeks hard, he pulled them apart.
“Oh!” She jolted, startled at the way it stretched her out, around the plug, around his cock, and felt the first flutters of orgasm.
“There we go,” he muttered and pulled harder, amplifying the stretch. The flutters built, heat and tension coiling like a snake ready to strike, and she held her breath.
Then he reached in between her cheeks and shoved the plug with the fingers of both hands, and she went off like a rocket.
Her whole body went stone still for one blinding moment, frozen in ecstasy, then she shattered, shaking and crying and pulsing around him, the pleasure going on and on.
Jesse shouted, triumph and pleasure, and held himself deep. His penis grew impossibly thicker inside her, stretching her even more, and set off another round of spasms while he grunted and groaned and came inside her.