“I don’t need to see to know how to handle you. You’re begging for someone to straighten you out, Darcy.”
I closed my eyes and bit my lip as my stomach muscles contracted and another warm drop of precum, hot enough it distracted me, dripped from my cock.
“Oh, you like the idea of someone having control of you, huh?” He slid in deep, and for the first time all night it didn’t hurt. I whimpered and had no idea what to say. He pulled almost the whole way out and rocked carefully back into me again. The discomfort wasn’t gone, but pleasure streaked through my body and had me reaching for my cock. He leaned forward, resting some of his weight on my back, and snagged my hands in his.
“How did you know that—”
“Your body shifted.”
“I didn’t agree to be restrained,” I snarked.
“It’s just me. Pull away if you don’t like it.” He laughed and nipped my ear.
Rather than suffering through the indignity of trying and failing to free myself, I let him move me around, or at least, I liked to think I let him, but he probably would have done whatever he wanted anyway. He pressed my hands into the mattress and fucked me faster. The strange feeling of my body being stuffed and emptied was a lot to handle. The zings of tension that curled through my stomach when it felt good had me shaking my head, even though I didn’t want it to end.
My toes curled into the bedding as pleasure coiled in my groin.
“Fuck, you’re clamping down on me. Relax.” He kissed my ear, and I nodded, but I had no control. I didn’t have the slightest clue how to do what he wanted. He sucked on my neck and the pleasure shivered through me. I opened my mouth to ask him to keep doing that, but the request got stuck in my throat.
Embarrassment had me staying silent, and I was disappointed when he moved on to kiss across my shoulder, which was nice, but not quite the same. I pushed back to meet his next thrust and frowned at the pain I caused myself, although the way his cockhead battered my insides had me gasping.
“Yes, move with me. Do it,” he ordered, and I found myself bucking back to meet his thrusts. I tried to rip my hands from under his because my cock throbbed and ached with need, but he only tightened his hold on me.
“Chase it. Get it from my cock. Your hand is fine when you’re alone, but you’re not coming that way tonight,” he whispered, low and dirty.
My body flashed hot. “Please, I….” Humiliation had me clamping my mouth shut again. I didn’t know him. I wasn’t about to beg him for anything.
“Fuck yourself on me.” He thrust forward and drove me to the bed, and I almost smashed into the headboard as he moved me. My cock pressed between me and the blankets, and I cried out as he used his knees to roughly shove my legs open, then speared himself into me.
“Yes, come on,” he panted.
The pain grew as I tried and failed to relax, even though it didn’t hurt enough I thought he was actually damaging me. I moaned as my cock rubbed against the bed each time he pounded his body against mine.
And then he shoved himself deep. His cock twitched inside me, and he gasped a sound that was pure sex and had tingles racing through my stomach—half breathy growl mixed in with a shout. He dropped onto my back, kissing along my neck and up to my ear. My cock pulsed, and I was horrified that some… sad emotion worked its way through me.
This was over.
I hadn’t come.
He’d done a lot for me, so I couldn’t act like this had anything to do with him not giving me enough attention. The moment had probably been as good as it could be, all things considered. I felt like a failure. He’d wanted me to come from being fucked, and I couldn’t. I buried my face against the bed.
“Darcy,” he murmured and kissed my ear. “I’m going to pull out. It might not feel that great.” I nodded, and he levered himself off my body. He rolled onto his back with a smile. “Can you get the condom?”
“Sure.” With unsteady fingers, I eased the latex off his softening cock, trying not to spill the impressive load it held. My ass twinged as I moved to ditch the trash in the small garbage can beside my bed. When I lay down next to him, I wasn’t sure what to do. I was still hard, and my ass ached and felt empty. It wasn’t like he could see me, though. I glanced at him and slipped my hand down my belly, but before I could touch my cock, he laughed.
“You weren’t going to say anything?”
“What do you mean?”
He elbowed me. “I know you didn’t bust.”
“How?” I didn’t mean to sound so outraged, but he laughed like I’d just told the best joke he’d ever heard in his life.
He got onto his knees and smiled as he ran a hand over my trembling abs. “I was in your body. I could feel the way you moved and tensed, and I could tell you were working up to it. No joy. You were just so tight. I couldn’t hold out. Mm.” He moved down the bed, trailing his hand over my hip and along my thigh.
“What are you doing?”
He shook his head. “Sometimes it’s fine not to come, fuck just to fuck, but this isn’t one of them.” He moved my legs apart and settled between them.
