Chapter 19 #3
His fingers circle my tight ring of muscles again.
He gently works one finger, prepping me to take him.
I shiver with excitement and need just as he presses past my tight walls, moving his finger in and out of me at a slow, rhythmic rate.
I moan, eyes fluttering as I grip my legs harder to keep them in place.
“You’re doing so good for me, Ezra,” he praises, humming in approval. I nearly come right then and there, feeling an enjoyable tinge of pain pulsate through my cock. Didn’t think praise would be a kink of mine, but it wakes something visceral inside of me.
“You can take another,” he says, pressing another slender digit inside me. My wall strains around him. The pressure builds into something pleasurable as he works me open. He takes his time. Each stroke is calculated and measured, making sure he doesn’t hurt me, but also pushing me to my limits.
It’s too much.
And not enough.
“Truett…” I groan. “Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for, but whatever it is, I want it.
Except Truett plays with me. “Please what, Ezra? Use your words.”
I want to kiss him and punch his smug face equally. And yet I find myself bending to his will once again. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Good, because I very much wish to fuck you too.” He grins before slowly removing his fingers. I whimper at the loss of him but know something better and bigger is coming. Truett rips open a foil, and I watch as he rolls the condom down his shaft.
“Breathe,” he says, as if I could with his cock this close to me. But I try, forcing my body to unclench as I take deep breaths for him. Truett nudges his cock against my entrance and, with slow precision, guides himself inside me.
“Oh fucking hell,” I moan, digging my nails into my flesh, focusing on that sting rather than the pressure of his cock in my tight ass. Just like with his fingers, the pain is fleeting, and soon I’m left with the feeling of complete fullness, while tendrils of pleasure shoot through my body.
“Fuck, Ezra. I’m not going to last long; you’re so fucking tight,” he warns.
“Fuck me,” I hiss through a clenched jaw.
Truett’s pupils are blown wide. He has one hand next to the side of my head while the other grips my thigh, pushing it further back until there’s a slight strain in my muscles.
Then he does exactly what we’ve both been craving, or at least what I’ve been craving. Truett claims me. His body moves with mine, each thrust a deliberate, possessive stroke that leaves me gasping and begging for more.
I meet him eagerly, my body arching, craving every impact, every delicious collision of skin against skin. The fancy room is filled with the raw, sinful sounds of our bodies coming together. Each moan spilling from my lips only spurs him on.
I’m lost in him—utterly, completely his. Every touch, every movement binds me to him, unraveling me piece by piece until I’m nothing but pins in his line of sight, anticipating the moment he hits the spot, crashing me apart. And god, does he know exactly how to strike.
The same familiar pleasure builds inside of me. I pull Truett down, kissing him with wild abandon, letting my lips and tongue say the things I cannot. I’m so fucking close that, at any moment, I’ll shatter and never be the same.
Then Truett fists my cock, and it’s all over. Two pumps matched with his thrusts pushes me over the edge I’ve been precariously dangling over. My orgasm rips through me with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. I let out a guttural scream before coming hard in his hands and onto my stomach.
“Fuck, Ezra,” he growls. My body goes lax in his arms as he continues to fuck me. He tightens, cursing under his breath as he pulls out of me. I watch him with half-lidded eyes as he rips the condom off and strokes his own cock. Once. Twice.
And then he’s coming too.
Hot, thick ropes of cum land on my stomach, chest, and chin. He paints me with his release, marking me as his own. I’m a mess and reek of our combined sex, but I fucking love it.
I watch as Truett pants slowly, coming down from his high. He looks over my body appreciatively, a smug look of satisfaction on his face.
“You look so sexy covered in my cum, baby.” He smirks, running a finger through the mess he made. When he gets to my lips, he nudges them apart and feeds me our combined release. My eyes roll back as I eagerly lap at his finger.
“You know,” he murmurs, grinning down at me. “We have this expensive-ass room all night. It would be a shame to not thoroughly use every square foot. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Despite my spent state, heat rushes to my dick once again as I grin. “Well, we wouldn’t want that. Would we?”
“No, no, we would not,” he agrees, capturing my lips in a quick kiss. “But I’m no animal. I’ll give you ten minutes to recover.”
“That’s generous of you, but I only need five.” I smirk.
We only last three minutes until his cock is back down my throat. The rest of the night we remain consumed with each other. In the morning, I will feel the soreness. But I can’t bring myself to care.