I nod. “Yes.”
He presses in just a little. My body clamps down around him, and his sharp hiss cuts through the air.
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling out almost entirely before sliding back down, grazing over my clit in the process. The sensation makes my knees buckle. “Are you clenching?”
“No. I don’t think so,” I manage to get out.
His groan is guttural and raw. “Fuck. So, you’re just that tight then.”
I try to relax, but it’s useless. Every tiny movement sends another wave of pleasure rippling through me, heat curling low in my stomach until it’s almost unbearable. My last orgasm’s crashing into another one. My head’s spinning, my body caught somewhere between wanting to stop and needing more. The second orgasm builds fast—too fast—hovering right there, close and demanding, and I can barely breathe through it.
It’s been so long since I’ve had sex. So long since it wasn’t just me and my toys, pretending I could feel something that even came close to this. But now, having him, I’m not sure I can go back to the cold, indifferent pleasure of a vibrator.
“Try to relax for me, I don’t want to hurt you.” He presses in again, harder this time, and I collapse forward, gripping the couch for support as his hands clamp down on my hips, steadying me.
“Easy girl... you feel so good,” he rasps, his voice rough and strained. “How does that feel now?”
He’s further in now, the fullness stretching my core. I moan and roll my hips back into him, demanding more with only my body.
“Deeper,” I plead.
He lets out a growl, and obeys, his powerful thighs driving him harder and faster into me. The sound of the slap of our sweatybodies fills the small studio apartment, a symphony of desire, punctuated by his fingers finding my clit and rubbing.
“I fuckingneededthis tonight,” he groans, his words matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
I nod, breathless, spineless and mindless because apparently dry humping in public then getting bent over my best friend’s couch was exactly what I needed too.
My body winds tighter, his thrusts become more erratic and sloppier, his breathing heavier before he curses. “Shit.” He drags his cock out, my body clenches down around nothing before I can reach my peak.
“No! What are you doing?” I whine.
He helps me off the couch, guiding me down until my back hits the soft carpet of the floor, his body hovering above mine, heat radiating between us. The air shifts as he settles between my legs, his big hands spreading my thighs wider.
He grips himself, pinching the condom at the tip, and that’s when I finally get to see him. He’s huge. Thick and long in a way that makes me wonder if he was even all in earlier.
He looks down again. “Fuck, I need a new condom.” He rolls it off, revealing some pulsing veins on a tree trunk of a cock that’s leaking precum from the tip.
I wet my lips, staring as he fishes another condom out of his pocket and tears it open to put on.
“What was wrong with the last one?”
He tests this one, pinching and stroking himself before he turns his gaze back to me.
“I didn’t trust it. Your pussy.” He swipes his fingers through the center of me, gathering up what I’m sure is my come from theway he’s been ringing orgasms out of me. Then he brings it to his condom covered shaft and jerks himself with it, using it as lube. “Is too fucking good.”
I look at the fresh condom, the way he’s practically bursting out of it and know there’s no way that thing’s going anywhere this time. He’s stretched it to its limits and if it weren’t for the XL symbol I saw on the wrapper, I’d wonder if he was wearing a size too small.
He positions himself at my entrance, one of my ankles hooked in the crook of his arm to deepen the angle.
“I want to watch you come,” he says. “I want to see your eyes when your cunt squeezes around my cock. When you feel just how fucking hard you make me.”
And then he sinks inside me again.
Chapter 4 - Rhiannon
He pushes in hard, bottoming out with one deep thrust that knocks the air from my lungs. When I see the way we’re connected, pelvis to pelvis, I let out a moan. My body arches up to meet his, the rug biting into my back and thighs as he thrusts roughly into me.
He groans, head falling forward as his muscles tense, his forearms flexing from the effort of holding himself up. The tendons in his neck strain; his jaw locks. He’s focused, determined, like he’s trying not to end this too soon.
