Chapter 56
Tristan
Oh, fuck!” I moan as Nick’s tongue plunges into my hole.
I’m on my hands and knees on my new bed, and we are christening my new apartment the only proper way: by engaging in filthy, kinky sex in every possible room.
We started with him fucking my throat in the living room, and then proceeded to him eating my ass in the kitchen, and then—this was a new one for me—him pissing in my mouth, and all over my body, in the bathroom.
Honestly? I didn’t hate it!
Now, he’s having his way with me in the bedroom.
“You like that?” Nick growls. “You like when I use your hole?”
My reply is more of a grunt than any coherent word, but I think he gets the gist. Yeah, I fucking love this.
He wraps thick, muscular arms around my legs, pulling me closer to him, never taking his mouth from my hole. It feels so fucking good. He licks and kisses, sucks and spits, bites and nibbles, pushing his tongue and his fingers inside me, and I am a babbling, incoherent mess.
“I think you’re being too loud,” he says. “I think your new neighbors are going to hear you.”
Would that be the worst thing?
Since unlocking my exhibitionism kink at the Anvil, I don’t think I’d mind at all if we had an audience. But I also relish the idea of Nick making me quiet.
He grabs my discarded underwear, balls it up, and pushes it into my mouth.
“There we go,” he says. “Now you’ll be quiet.”
The word quiet is accompanied by a hard, stinging slap against my ass. I moan around my balled-up underwear, horny and hurting. An absolute mess of desire.
“Good boy,” Nick says. “You’re so good at being a hole for me.”
I am so good, I want to tell myself. So good, because this is what I’m meant to do. If I could do nothing else in life except let Nick fuck me, I’d be okay.
“I love that I get to fuck you,” Nick says.
He spits on my hole, then rubs two fingers around my rim. It feels so good, so tantalizing. He’s in no hurry to fuck me. He’s making this last, making me fully unravel, making me fully pliant. Liquid beneath his touch.
“I love using your hole,” Nick says. “I love how you whimper when I cum inside you.”
He pinches my ass cheek, a sharp and deliciously painful sensation that makes tears spring into my eyes. He kisses the spot he pinched, and I shiver in pleasure.
“I love the taste of your tears,” he says, “and the taste of your ass, and the taste of your cum.”
As he lavishes praise on me, he begins to thrust inside me with his fingers.
He’s not gentle about it, either. He doesn’t use any lube, just all the spit from eating me out.
I squirm and gasp beneath him as he slowly works two fingers inside me, stretching my hole. I feel my body protest around him, and then I relax as he begins to pump his fingers, the heel of his hand slapping against me as he fucks me with his fingers.
I can’t say anything around the underwear in my mouth, but I whimper and moan and cry out as best as I can at the sharp pleasure, just on this side of too painful.
Nick won’t hurt me, not more than I can handle. He knows my boundaries. I am not afraid of him, and the thrill of the pain makes me even more aroused.
“I’m going to fuck you, now,” he says, kissing the inside of my thigh.
About damn time.
“And I’m going to go very slow,” he says, his voice low and dark as he sucks the spot he kissed, leaving a small red mark, “because I don’t want to use lube.”
I pluck my underwear from my mouth. “I’ve never done that before. Been fucked without lube.”
Nick sits back on his haunches on the bed, slowly stroking his impressively hard cock.
“I’ve got you plenty warmed up with rimming and fingering you. You’re nice and loose, and I’ve got plenty of precum. If it ends up being too much, we’ll listen to your body, and we’ll use lube.”
“It scares me,” I admit. “But I really want to do it. I trust you.”
He bends down and kisses me. “Okay. Do exactly what I tell you to.”
Gladly.