16. June #6
Magnus kisses my forehead and holds me close. “You okay?”
“Period cramps, I’ll survive.” Is it weird to be this open with a man I barely know? It hasn’t been long, but I feel like we’re past the point of awkwardness.
“I hear orgasms help with that.”
“This couch would never survive.”
“Couches can be cleaned, or even replaced.”
This thing looks and feels like it cost more than the stack of cash I left sitting on the table upstairs.
“Oh, speaking of that, I got you something.” He sits up. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.” Magnus pauses our movie and bolts out of the room. The second he’s out the door, I no longer hear him. These rooms must be soundproof or something.
I sit there waiting, wondering, curious what he could have possibly gotten me that has to do with bloody couches.
A moment later, he reappears, something in his left hand.
He grabs the remote and holds it toward the projector, pushing a button to dim the light on the screen. “Trust me?” His blue gaze meets mine.
“Yeah,” I breathe.
Magnus lowers himself toward me, brushing his lips against mine. They’re soft, gentle, and eager. Everything I remember them to be from our night together. Our tongues dance in rhythm, swaying back and forth with ease.
He reaches between my legs, sliding his hand down my thigh and parting my knees.
Just his slight touch has a moan escaping me.
Magnus pulls his hand away, only to come back a moment later with a phallic-shaped thing in his grasp. He continues kissing me, flicking a button on the side, and turning the device on. It vibrates quietly and he rubs it against me. Up and down on my most sensitive areas.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my hips reacting to the electric pulses caressing me. I run my fingers up his neck and weave them into his hair, pulling him closer to me to deepen our kiss.
Magnus glides the thing in all the right spots with the perfect amount of pressure.
I shove him away and climb on top of him, straddling his body.
He keeps the thing between us, positioned right where his cock is. Magnus increases the speed, rubbing it a bit harder against me. His other hand makes its way up my frame, along the nape of my neck. Gripping my hair, he tugs me toward him.
I break away, desperate to provide him remotely the same amount of pleasure he’s giving me. I drop to my knees on the floor and reach for his waistband, unbutton his jeans and tug them down.
“You don’t have to…”
I lick my lips and look up at him. “I want to.”
At this, he pivots to grant me better access to getting his bottoms out of the way. He springs out of his boxers, his erection telling me he wants it, too.
I grip the base of his shaft, coming closer and breathing on the tip of him. I swirl my tongue around and taste the precum that builds.
Magnus pats the couch beside him.
I climb up, getting into the doggy position to allow myself access to him still. I spread my lips around his head, and tease him before guiding him further into my mouth. I moan against him when he places the vibrator on my clit again, this time, my desire heightened at feeling him inside me.
His cock hardens and grows, filling my mouth completely.
I do what I can to relax my jaw and take as much of him in as possible. I slide him in and out, touching the back of my throat with every motion.
“God damn,” he whimpers.
I swirl my hand up and down against him and widen my tongue.
He removes the vibrator and replaces it with his hand, still over my sweatpants, rocking it side to side. Somehow, the sensation is more intense, heightening my climb to orgasm.
Magnus grips my head and thrusts his hips gently.
My eyes water at the fullness of my mouth, but I don’t dare stop. I want this too badly. I need it.
He climaxes first, his warm load exploding in the back of my throat and sending mine into action immediately after.
“That’s it, princess.” Magnus moves his hand as I pulsate onto it.
I keep mine moving too, slowing the stroke down and taking every last drop he has to offer me while grinding against him. My body quivers and gratification gushes over me. Slowly, I pull him out of my mouth and swallow him down.
He drags my face to his, our lips meeting again. Magnus kisses me, his tongue darting into my mouth. He breaks away, resting his forehead on mine and running his thumb along my bottom lip.
I grin and sit back, giving him space to put himself back together.
Magnus stands, pulling his pants over his hips, and repositioning his cock. He zips everything back up and drops onto the couch, his arm outstretched for me once again. “You feel any better?”
“Absolutely.” I grab my bourbon off the table and scoot over to him.
“Good thing you amended that no-bodily-fluid rule.”
“Like that would have stopped us anyway?” I take a sip and hand the glass to him, watching as he tips it up to his luscious lips to get a taste.
A thought crosses my mind that no matter how hard I try to ignore it, it keeps bubbling up. One that continues to challenge all the rules I have in place to keep myself safe.
I could get used to this.