4. Rune #3
Or he'd marry the pace of both, slowly licking my clit while plunging his fingers in and out of me just as slowly.
And then, without warning, he'd change it up again.
And I'd come even harder.
Or come again.
I’d lost track—there was no time, anymore. There was no me, no here, no now. There was only Duncan; there's only ever been Duncan.
His mouth. His fingers. My orgasm.
I came apart on a scream—my third? Fourth?
I don’t know. More than I thought was possible.
Every muscle quivered, and the heat was impossibly potent, the pressure titanic.
The more he made me come, the more I needed to come—yet I was overwhelmed and exhausted, shaken and shaking, hypersensitive, breathless and disoriented, and full of a million thoughts and sensations and needs.
When yet another orgasm splintered through me, I twisted away, curling into a ball with my knees together, shuddering helplessly. "No more, no more."
I felt his weight settle onto the bed behind me, and then I was in his arms, cradled against his chest with his heartbeat under my ear.
"I got you," he murmured.
When I could breathe, when I was no longer shaking uncontrollably and near tears from the intensity of so many orgasms so close together, I opened my eyes.
Looked up at him, his eyes dancing with pleased, self-assured confidence.
With arousal. With sheer, transparent joy at…
well, me. At the shuddering, breathless, crazed desperation welling up inside me—for him.
"Fucking beautiful," he murmured. "So fucking perfect."
I uncurled, then, breaking his hold on me.
I sat up and twisted to face him, straddling his thighs with his erection sprouting between us.
Keeping my gaze on his, I grasped his cock in both hands and caressed his length slowly from tip to root, twisted at the base, and then cupped his balls in one hand while gently caressing his shaft with the other.
He rested his head on my shoulder, breathing deeply to control his reactions, his hands grasping my ass. "Rune, fuck. Feels good."
I couldn't begin to explain what came over me, then, but I nuzzled the top of his head, inhaled his scent.
He looked up at me in naked shock at the tender gesture, but I was committed and could do nothing but keep kissing.
Keep nuzzling. My chest was full of heat, of some emotion so potent I couldn't encapsulate it, couldn't fathom it, couldn't name it—it was so powerful and so big it only registered as desperation.
I nuzzled his forehead. Kissed his cheekbone.
The bridge of his nose. The corner of his lip.
And all the while, I pleasured him.
Caressed his hot length, luxuriating in the hard thickness of his shaft, the rigid silk of him sliding through my fingers. The sticky slide of his precum smearing my hand. His hot, tight balls so tender and delicate in the cup of my palm, pulsing with his nascent release.
He was panting, now, gasping raggedly as I jacked his length with slow, plunging, twisting touches, and with each successive stroke, his hips began to buck and his stomach tightened and his breath came in faster and ever more ragged gasps.
"Rune," he breathed. "Fuck."
"Yeah?" I teased, now giving him rapid, shallow pumps around the fat glans of his huge cock, the plump, round head blossoming out of the top of my hand, leaking precum from the pink tip. “You like?"
"I need," he breathed. "Need more. I need to come."
I sped my touch, then, pumping him faster. "Like this?"
"Y-yeah," he panted. "Oh…fuck. Rune, Jesus. The way you touch me."
I felt him rising, then. Felt his balls pulse and tense. Felt his cock throb thicker and harder.
"Gonna come for me, Duncan?" I asked. "Gonna come all over my hands?"
He was bucking into my touch, or trying to—I was sitting on his lap and he was sitting upright, hunched forward, gripping the upper swell of my ass in greedy, clenching hands.
He growled savagely, and then suddenly I was beneath him and he was kissing me and thrusting into my fist with rabid, furious intensity, groaning into my mouth as his orgasm built and bloomed and burgeoned.
"Rune, I'm—oh god." He slowed, then. Fucked my hand slowly, but hard. "Gonna come, Rune."
I clutched his cock in both hands and pumped his length, then, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him. I needed his orgasm. I needed his heat, his cum, his release, his desperation.
I needed more.
Not just his cum bathing my belly. Not just his cock pulsing in my hands.
I needed him inside me.
"Tell me you have a condom," I whispered.
“God… dammit .” He stopped thrusting, then, with a frustrated growl. "I don't. I left in such a hurry I forgot. And I was only planning to make you come. This part was…hoped for but not planned for."
"You think I’d let you eat me out and then just leave?" I said, laughing. "I won't be insulted because we haven't known each other that long, but I'm not that type of girl, Duncan."
"And I’m not the type of guy to assume a girl is gonna do anything." He hung his head, on his hands and knees above me, cock throbbing in my fist. "Just…let me come, Rune. However you want."
I heard myself speaking, but couldn't believe what I heard myself say. "What if I wanted to watch you jack off?" I asked. "What if I wanted you to jack off onto me?"
He levered upright, kneeling tall astride my hips, and took his cock in one big fist, roughly jerking his length. "Then that's what you'll get."
I bit my lip and watched as he jerked his cock with rough, hard, squeezing strokes.
But it wasn't enough.
I needed to touch him. I needed to make him come. I needed to make him break. I need to make him lose control.
"Duncan," I whispered. "Stop."
He let go and stared down at me. "Now what?" He was frustrated. "What do you want , Rune?"
I shook my head. "I don't fucking know. Just… more ."
His cock bobbed above me, angled slightly toward me, the head swollen and leaking clear precum, the sticky liquid coating his tip and glistening on his shaft.
I licked my lips, looking at his gorgeous cock, then met his eyes. "Dunc…"
He shook his head. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Look at me like that. Lick your lips like that." He closed his eyes. "I've dreamed of that pretty mouth on my cock so many times, Rune—you don’t even fucking know. So if you're not gonna give me your mouth, you can't look at me like that and lick your damn lips."
"You want my mouth?" I asked.
"Fuck yes, Rune. Yes, I want your mouth." He shook his head. "I need it. I need to come."
I rolled into him and he let me dislodge him so he fell to his back on the narrow bed, bouncing before going still. "Then you better not move."