“I am inside you, baby,” he says, “you just have to be specific about which part of me you want inside you.”
I shoot him a glare, unable to stop myself, and my fingers dig into his arms. His eyes, those sharp icy blues, darken like a storm building behind restraint. But instead of giving in, he presses his fingers even deeper inside me, curling them just right, and it pulls a moan from my throat so raw and helpless I’m shaking.
“I’m not fucking you today, Lucas,” he says roughly, voice thick with heat.
“Alex—”
“Shhh,” he breathes, as he leaves a kiss at the tip of my nose. “I want you to come just from my fingers, baby. Just like this.”
He presses into that same spot again. And again. Each time the sensation builds higher, coils tighter, burns brighter until I feel like I’m going to shatter.
“Alex, I—” My voice is wrecked, barely a whisper. “I’m gonna cum”
“Hmm,” he murmurs, lips brushing my jaw. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Let go. Let me feel you come just from this.”
His fingers thrust deep, unrelenting inside me with perfect rhythm. I’m trembling everywhere, vision blurring, mouth open in a soundless cry.
“Come for me, baby, c’mon,” He murmurs against my skin, voice rough and full of hunger. His mouth trails lower, kissing down my chest, and when his tongue swirls around my nipple, wet and slow, while his fingers press hard into my prostate again and again, my body surrenders with a sharp, broken sound as pleasure slams into me like a lightning strike.
I come violently as I cry out, wrecked and raw, my back arching off the bed, every muscle locking up as my orgasm tears through me. My vision blurs, and my hole clenches tight around his fingers that are still thrusting gently inside me as thick, hot release of cum spills from my untouched cock across my stomach. Alex groans softly at the feel of my body fluttering around him.
He kisses my jaw gently.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he says softly, holding me through every quake, every aftershock. “You always look breathtaking anytime you come for me.”
Every breath I take feels like it might shatter me, like my body hasn’t caught up to what just happened. My limbs are boneless, chest rising and falling like I’ve run a marathon. My body’s still trembling, the echo of my orgasm pulsing faintly in my limbs. I feel loose, wrecked.
He pulls his fingers from me, slow and gentle, and I whimper at the loss, not really from pain, but from how deeply I miss the connection and how empty I feel. My legs are still splayed open for him, thighs trembling, chest heaving. I’m too dazed to care.
Then I see him shift.
He kneels between my trembling thighs, then reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants. he pulls them down just enough, and his cock springs free, thick, flushed, and already leaking.
He wraps a hand around himself, slow and firm, his gaze never once leaving me. It’s hard and heavy in his hand, glistening at the tip, and my ruined body tightens with heat I didn’t think I had left. I can’t look away. I don’t want to.
His cock is thick, the tip glistening with precome, and then his gaze drops to my stomach, where my cum is still splattered, and then lower to where I’m spread open for him, slick and trembling. Something inside me coils tight again.
He groans, loud and raw as his hands start to pump himself faster.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, he looks so fucking hot I could scream.
My legs twitch, spreading wider instinctively, and I feel exposed, ruined, and somehow… wanted more than I ever have been in my life.
He bites his bottom lip, his thumb sweeping over the wet tip of his cock—and I moan, actual heat curling in my belly again despite the fact I just came. The tension in his jaw, the way his muscles flex as he fucks his fist, every part of him strong and so devilishly devastating.
Then his eyes meet mine again, so dark and full of want, making my breath catch.
“You see what you do to me?” he rasps, his voice all gravel and fire, his hips jerking as he fucks his fists faster. “You look so fucking ruined… so mine… I could come just from how you’re looking at me right now.”
I watch his hand glide up and down his cock, slick and fast and relentless. And I can’t move. My body’s too spent, boneless from what he did to me. But my eyes won’t look away. I’m mesmerized.
He’s gorgeous like this. Wild and unfiltered, breathing hard, muscles flexing with every stroke. His eyes never leave me, like I’m the one touching him, like I’m the one driving him to the edge.
“Fuck,” he groans, voice wrecked, and his whole body jerks. His mouth falls open in a raw moan, and before I can even blink, hot, thick ropes of cum spurt across my stomach and chest, a whole lot of it.
It’s warm. Obscene. Intimate in a way that makes my skin burn all over again.
His hips stutter into his fist, riding out every last wave, and I just lie there—ruined, watching him fall apart because of me. Because of how I looked, how I sounded, how I felt wrapped around his fingers.
