28 #2
“Holy hell,” he grunted as he picked up the bottle of lube, coating his fingers with the viscous liquid.
They were cold as he touched them at my entrance.
After years of doing this, I was used to it.
It didn’t take long for it to warm as someone worked it into your body—the initial sensation was still shocking every time.
His finger sank into my body easily. I loved the feel of the burning initial stretch.
My toes curled in the most delicious way.
It didn’t matter that we had only fucked once before.
It was like Orion was perfectly tuned to my body, his finger pegging my prostate on the first try, making me see stars.
My body was on fire for him, wriggling against the intrusion, wanting more of that amazing fullness.
He didn’t make me wait long before sliding in a second finger. “You like that? Fuck, I bet you do. Always so fucking needy. I bet you need this perfect little ass to be filled by a big ass cock. My big ass cock.”
Orion grunted as he shoved his fingers in and out of me at a vicious pace. It wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t want it to be. It wouldn’t be us if he were suddenly sweet. Everything between us felt animalistic, intense, and somehow slightly desperate.
He wasn’t wrong though—I wanted it. “Give it to me. I need it, need it so damn bad. Split me open. Please, Orion. Need you inside me so fucking bad.”
Yes, I sounded pathetic. I’m not usually so vocal, but something about the way he spoke to me made me feel comfortable returning the sentiments.
Either way, it did the trick. The last of Orion’s control snapped as he pulled his fingers from my body. I instantly missed the fullness. I didn’t need to wait long, as he picked up the foil packet from the bed, ripping it open with his teeth.
Why the hell was that move so damn sexy?
“One of these days,” he said as he rolled the latex over his red, leaking cock, “we won’t need to use these. I want to feel all of you. To know what it feels like to have your velvety walls holding me so fucking tightly.”
God, I wanted that to be true. I didn’t see it happening in the near future. Outside of him being able to read my mind, he knew we needed to talk about it. The whole thing required a level of trust that I hadn’t given anyone. I didn’t know if I knew how or if I ever could.
Then he was pushing in. The crown of his cock pressed against my entrance—I wanted to push against it. To force it into my body because that was how badly I needed it. It was like he could sense just where my thoughts were because his large hands grasped my hips, preventing me from moving.
“Patience, my pretty little thing. You’ll get it soon enough.”
And he wasn’t lying.
The moment he breached my body, my back bowed off the mattress,my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Fuck. It was so damn good. I wanted him buried so damn deep, but I knew he was taking his time. No matter how hard I fought against his hold, he wouldn’t loosen his grip on me.
I’d had enough waiting. I needed to feel out of control—the desire rushing through my body needed an outlet.
I didn’t know where the strength came from, but I grasped Orion’s shoulders, pushing him back against the mattress.
It was because of our compromising position that I was able to accomplish it.
I rolled him onto his back with the force of my push, with me landing on top of him.
His cock was still buried deep in my ass.
I now had the upper hand. His grip had slipped during the surprise move.
I rocked my hips, loving the feel of his cock gliding inside me.
“Fuck,” was all that fell from my lips as I rocked against him again and again, fucking myself on his gorgeous dick. I needed to feel him like this. This was the out-of-control feeling I craved.
Orion didn’t try to stop me. He moaned louder. While his hands still rested on my hips, he let me take what I needed from him. Fuck, it all felt too damn good from the way my own aching cock waved between our bodies to the way his dick hit that perfect spot every single time.
“Jesus, look at you. So fucking gorgeous, taking what you need.” Orion was out of breath. His hips lifted to meet my thrusts as one hand snaked between us to wrap around my cock.
He pumped me in quick, short movements that pushed me closer and closer to the edge. His hands were perfectly calloused.The roughness of them added to that amazing friction that I needed to push me over the edge.
A whimper fell past my lips as I felt the beginning tingles at the base of my spine.
It was all becoming too much, but when Orion removed his hand from me only to spit into his palm, returning it to my dick, it was all I needed. His thumb rolled over the head of my cock, the first lightning strike of my orgasm washed over me.
My cum rushed out of me, spraying across Orion’s chest, hitting him in the chin.
Breath rushed from my lungs because it was so fucking powerful.
I couldn’t breathe—I felt absolutely winded.
All I could do was rock my hips riding it out because, fuck, that had to have been one of the best sexual experiences of my entire life.
And that said something for someone who had as much sex for a living.
Orion’s grip on my hips tightened to a bruising level.
I didn’t care that he’d probably leave marks, his pelvis hammering into me.
His eyes narrowed, focused on one thing: completion.
My body tingled with postcoital release—the feel of him pounding into me was almost too much.
Then he pulsed, letting out a long, guttural moan before collapsing back against the mattress.
We both lay there motionless for a few moments. I struggled to hold myself up from the mess I’d made of Orion’s chest—part of me didn’t care if I landed in it. It was proof that this had really happened. That the man knew how to make me come harder than anyone else ever had.