21. Casey #2
He sat me backwards on his lap, my legs spread wide, hooked over his own. He put my hand on my cock and took my hips in his hands to fuck me even harder. His breath in my ear, and the rough grunts of pleasure from his lips as he ruined my hole was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t hold it in.
“Siiiix,” I shouted, stroking my throbbing cock as it spewed cum all over the bed.
My body trembled non-stop now, all the way through the next four orgasms.
“Seven.”
He took me from the side, holding my shaking thigh in the air. His other hand held my neck to keep me against his body. I slipped effortlessly into climax, and small dribbles of cum dripped out of my cock.
“Eight.”
Pinned underneath him again, my hands trapped behind my back, I came only from being fucked, a deep orgasm that made the others seem small in comparison.
“Nine, fuck.”
Had I really had twelve orgasms last time? I was almost at fourteen, and it was becoming both difficult and effortless at the same time.
“T-ten,” I stuttered, his lips nipping at my ear.
We moved into every position I could think of, and a few I’d never done before.
Against the wall. “Eleven.”
On the shitty motel table. “Twelve.”
Bent over the armchair by the window. “Thirteen.”
A black light would’ve found some interesting things all over the room by now, but as I neared eighteen total orgasms, nothing was coming out anymore, only deep shudders and endless throbs.
I leaned back against him, my hands pressed against the window, the curtains almost parting as my fingers slipped. “Fourteen,” I whispered, my orgasm making my eyes roll back into my head.
Throughout every round of sex, every position, and every climax, his voice was in my ear, praising me, urging me forward, and turning me on more than anything else could. He pushed me further than I thought possible. I was putty beneath his hands, and I loved every second of it.
We were back on the bed, taking me from behind and tweaking my nipples until they hurt.
The deep shudders began again, pulling me under with each wave.
I could barely remember what I was supposed to be focusing on as my body teetered on the edge.
Gasping, my lips moved, trying to say the word before I climaxed.
What number were we on? Twelve? Thirteen?
God, it felt so good. My mind was going blank.
“Come on,” Adam urged in my ear, his cock ramming into me, making it impossible to focus. “You’ve got this, little one. What number is it?”
I tried so hard to remember. I didn’t want to start over.
But he was fucking me so hard, pushing me to the brink of pleasure, and I had never felt so deliciously overwhelmed in my entire life.
“I… I don’t…” No, don’t fall over the edge.
Remember the number. If I had to start over, I would use the safe word. I couldn’t take this a second time.
He planted soft kisses on my neck, gently urging me to remember with soft words in my ear as he fucked me.
“I know you don’t want this to end. We both want to see you at twenty, right?
” Yes. He was right. I wanted to get to twenty.
I wanted to please him. If only I could remember what number we were on. “Come on, baby.”
Oh fuck. Hearing him call me baby sent me over the edge. I came so hard, I had to remind myself to keep breathing.
He stroked my cock, watching the ropes of cum spurt all over my belly. “That’s my good boy. You cum so much every time. What number are we on, Casey?”
The rush of pleasure released my mind as I went limp against him, and the number drifted back to me. “Fifteen.”
“Very good,” he praised in my ear, sending shudders all over my body.
“I knew you could do it.” He held me close, giving me kisses and praise, encouraging me through the next few orgasms. His soft touches caressed my body, urging me towards that peak, and he growled with approval when I came.
His pheromones surrounded me, his scent relaxing me all over.
“Sixteen.”
“Good boy,” he growled softly. His bright green eyes watched every shudder and moan from my lips, hovering over me as another orgasm grew.
“Seventeen,” I whispered when it overtook me, shuddering against the blankets through the endless waves of pleasure.
He stroked my hair, cooing over my trembling body with gentle enthusiasm.
“You’re almost there, baby.” He nipped my skin, licking and sucking my chest. He was mindful about leaving marks on me, but still took his fill of my nipples as much as he could.
“You’re so beautiful. Your skin is growing pinker with every orgasm.
Gorgeous.” I felt gorgeous in his arms, even with a sticky puddle on my stomach.
The way he looked at me through my pleasure hazed eyes made me feel beautiful.
Had I ever felt that way before? He licked me from chest to chin, his tongue feeling all the curves and valleys of my neck. “You’re irresistible. My pretty Casey.”
The intensity was dimming, his thrusts hitting me deep and slow so I didn’t feel as overwhelmed. He was enjoying everything about this. The way I trembled beneath him. The softness of my walls after cumming so many times, as if I existed only for his pleasure, and his pleasure was making me cum.
As my body surged towards my next climax, the number poised on my lips, he was watching my every movement, seeing the exact moment I tipped over into bliss, and growling with approval to see me overcome.
“Eighteen.”
Was it really about the counting anymore?
As I lay there, the tremors of pleasure going on long after my orgasm passed, all I knew was how much I loved being in his arms, to have his cock inside me, and to feel pure ecstasy from his touch.
His succulent lips on mine. Tasting my fluids on his tongue.
He devoured my moans as if they were a sweet treat.
I wanted him to devour every inch of me.
I want you to own me. I want to belong to you.
The words stayed on my lips, almost pouring out when his slow thrusts brushed against my pleasure spot and made my thighs tremble with my impending climax.
I couldn’t say those words, even if I meant them.
But did I mean them? Did I want this to continue, even behind Marshall’s back?
Or maybe even… after I ended things with him?
Marshall was perfect for me, but he never made me feel this way.
The better question was if Adam wanted more.
Adam caressed my head, leaning down to my lips for a gentle, deep kiss. “Sssh. Just be here with me. Don’t think about anything else.” Yes. Only think of him, of this. His body on mine. His cock inside me. His lips pressed against mine.