Weird Dreams #10
I leaned over and kissed him. It was as if telling him to stay away opened a deep craving inside of me for Keaton. I rolled on top of him which made him growl, deepening our kiss. Keaton’s fingertips were drawing circles on my butt.
Faster than should be possible, Keaton rolled so I was under him. We lost ourselves, kissing each other. He pulled away from my lips and started kissing down my neck, sucking on the spot where my neck met my shoulder.
I squirmed and rocked my hips against his. I was panting as pressure built inside me. I begged him, “Please, Key. Please.” I could feel him smirking against my neck. Keaton teased in a husky tone, “Please what?” His breath tickled my skin while fingers started tracing my underwear.
Keaton asked, “Do you want my fingers inside you, my Song?” I wanted way more than that, but it was a good start. Clearly staying away from him wasn’t going to happen. So going slow could happen. The song snickered at me. I said it COULD! Now, the song was cackling.
I begged Keaton, “Please. I need to come.” I’d never needed anything as badly as I needed to come right now. He asked, “Are you sure?” I nodded then his fingers moved my underwear. Keaton circled my entrance making me gasp.
Keaton growled, “You’re so wet for me, my Song.” The song in my head was practically screaming its song happily. I nearly wept when Keaton’s fingers entered me. His lips were back on mine as he started slowly rocking his fingers.
My hands went under his shirt and gently scratched his back. Keaton’s chest rumbled with a growl type sound, and he started moving his fingers faster. I pulled him as close to me as he was physically able to be.
Everything in my body felt like a live wire. Then the man hit a spot I didn’t know existed inside me. I cried, “Don’t stop. Oh my god! KEATON!” I screamed and rode a wave of pleasure. Keaton didn’t even slow down.
A knock on the door is what had him pausing. Keaton gently pulled his fingers out of me explaining, “I ordered food that Ken brought up. To be continued.” How did Keaton know it was Kenneth was outside? Whatever. I didn’t have the brain space for that.
Keaton put his fingers in his mouth and groaned, “God, you taste good.” I blushed, “Your turn is next.” The man looked at me startled. I asked, “What? Do you not like getting head? That’s not possible, is it?” Keaton snorted, “Uh no I like it. It’s just you only came once.”
I asked, “So? I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Do you think I’m not deeply grateful for the fantastic orgasm you provided? I so am. I feel more relaxed than I ever have my entire life.” Keaton said, “Yeah, but you need to come nine more times before it can be my turn.”
I gaped at him then shrieked, “NINE MORE TIMES?! Are you trying to kill me? Is death by orgasm a thing? Is that some weird goal you have? Pleasure a girl to death? Ten orgasms before you get one? Is that a kink? That’s just mean.”
I repeated it for posterity, “So mean. Like all the time? Jesus! Ten times of that? That was so intense. I would absolutely pass out. No, anyone would pass out. Then you don’t get to come at all?” Keaton admitted, “I usually shower and uhh handle things myself.” Lisa was a bitch.
I stared at him for a second before saying, “Well, after we eat food it’s your turn.” I got up and grabbed a pair of my sweatpants. I walked away muttering, “Ten times. What is he, a machine? I’m pretty sure even my battery operated friend would die from overuse.”
“Ten times. Is that like consecutively? Jesus. I’m going to have to start working out so I can flip the man so I’m on top. Talk about overstimulation. Crazy man. Ten times. I have so many questions. I need to google if making your partner pass out from pleasure is a kink. I think he has it.”
I opened the door to find Kenneth trying not to laugh with a pizza in his hands. The building manager handed it to me and smirked at Keaton who was behind me. Keaton wrapped his arms around me saying, “Thanks, Ken.” Kenneth nodded, “Of course, energizer bunny.” I snorted, “You have no idea.”
Did Keaton have batteries? Wouldn’t his hands be tired from trying to make me come ten times? Wouldn’t he get a cramp? Even if he were using his mouth, he would get tired. His poor jaw. Thinking of his mouth on me had me feeling ready to go again.
Whoa! Calm down there, Odette. If you don’t, Keaton might think about trying his whole ten times in a row theory. Who knows if the first one would count since we stopped? I shivered. Keaton growled, “Goodbye, Ken.” Kenneth was laughing all the way to the elevator.
Keaton turned me around and pinned me against the door, kissed me hard, then pulled back with effort. I whispered, “So, we should eat the pizza. By the way, you’re insanely good at that. I don’t even come that fast when I help myself.” I winked at him as his jaw dropped.
The man needed more compliments before he tried to MAKE ME PASS OUT! I walked to the counter with an extra pep in my step. Maybe Noxus was right and there was nothing wrong with embracing being happy instead of always running. I looked back at Keaton thinking I could try, for him.