Chapter Eleven #3
“Feels so good...” He rocked his hips, encouraging me to go deeper. I pressed my cheek against his inner thigh. “Can I lick you?”
“Oh god, Aster, please!”
I smirked, loving the desperation in his voice. I leaned in and licked a stripe up his dick. Rewarded with a deeper moan and his chest rising quicker, I licked my way back down again.
I fingered him at a lazy pace, pumping my fingers in and out to continue stretching him as I took him deep in my mouth.
It wasn’t long at all before I could add another finger.
Mickey’s hand found my hair and he was pulling gently on it, which had me even more horny for him.
When I felt him tense I pulled back, licking the tip of him like an ice cream before I sat up, panting. “I wanna fuck you now.” My voice was almost slurred, like I’d had a few drinks.
Mickey nodded, his eyes hooded and his mouth open, panting. “Please.”
“Okay. I gotta stand.” Reluctantly, I removed myself from between his legs and grabbed the leather strap harness I used for my strap-on. It was black leather with silver hardware and little studs here and there. Maybe a bit much, but hey — I’m a drag king. I’m always a bit much.
I fastened the harness around my waist and thighs, checking it was secure before grabbing my dildo to slip it into the ring.
Mickey watched with interest. For once, I didn’t feel embarrassed that this was a step I needed to take.
Other times, my lovers had complained that I was slowing things down when I attached my strap on, or they laughingly quipped that I wasn’t a real man and couldn’t understand why a comment like that killed the mood.
Mickey’s expression was ravenous. Like he was watching porn or something. He’d actually gone up on his elbows to see better. If there was a hotter image than Mickey stretched open and ready for me, looking at me like that? I’d never found it.
“That’s hot as hell,” he said.
“I was gonna say the same about you.” I lubed my silicon dick and advanced on him. “You wanna be on your back or your front.” “Back,” he said, instantly. “I want to watch your face.”
“I knew there was a greedy slut in there,” I joked, gently, and moved between his legs. “Open wide.”
He let his legs splay apart and I pressed my dick against him with one hand, pushing gently so as not to hurt him.
“Maybe you’re the only one who brings it out of me,” Mickey moaned, reaching for me.
“Maybe I am.” The idea that this was just for me was way too thrilling. “Ready for more?”
Mickey nodded and I pushed inside him. Strap-ons are funny things, because you can’t feel the shaft, but there’s a surprising amount of feedback from the way they move against you, from the way you move your hips. I groaned as the base of the dildo ground against my clit.
“Oh god, Mickey, you...” Whatever I’d meant to say was lost, my words trailing out as I watched his face.
He loved it.
I wasn’t imagining it. He was honestly, genuinely, loving being on my dick.
“Please, move!”
Chuckling, I gripped him by the hips and started thrusting, my heels digging into the floor for ultimate friction. I started slow and then got faster, responding to the noises he was making and my own need to get more pressure on my clit to get off.
“So good,” Mickey gasped.
“Wanna come?” I was panting hard by now, feeling every thrust on my own body and getting close.
Mickey nodded. “Please!”
I wrapped my hand around him to pump him, alternating that movement with a shove of my hips until he was crying out and coming, spilling over my hand and clenching tight around my strap on.
“Ohhh fuck...” he moaned, his body going limp as he relaxed.
I eased out, on the edge of coming, and ground the dildo against myself roughly twice, and then I was coming too.
I collapsed onto the bed beside Mickey and groaned. “Fuck that was good.”
Mickey wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close against his side. His other hand came down to touch the dildo, he rolled his wrist, making it grind on me again.
“Mickey!” I gasped, not expecting that, but so turned on I was absolutely going to come again.
“You got one more in you?” He nipped my earlobe and I closed my eyes. certain no one had ever been more aroused than I was from the low register of his voice, asking me that.
“Yeah...” I came with a jolt, shuddering against his side.
He hummed his approval. “So good.”
We basked in the afterglow for a few minutes, just catching our breath and holding each other, until finally I had to clean up.
“Be right back.” I kissed his cheek and went to the bathroom to remove my harness and clean off the dildo.
I changed my binder for a black sports bra and covered up with an oversized tee, then went back to bed. Mickey had cleaned up the bed a bit, and was leaning against the pillow. He beckoned me.
“Come here, boyfriend.”
“Any time.” I climbed up and tucked myself under his arm, grinning up at him. “Happy?”
“Very.”
“Good.”
“Maybe I’m demisexual in that, the only person I really want to fuck is you?”
I laughed softly. “Maybe it’s just that we know each other so well? But also, I’m sure Astersexual is a thing.”
“It’s definitely a thing.”