Gre grasped his cock, threading my fingers with his own for a gentle stroke. “You weren’t shocked.”
The length of him wasn’t the thickest, nor too slender, a powerful pillar of pulsing desire. Strong veins wound up the pale, pinkish shaft to an unhooded, blunt head, flared at the frenulum with a downward tilt that suggested his bestperformancewould be done from behind. The way it would stroke my prostate made goose bumps race along my arms.
“Half succubus.” I swallowed hard again, my body trembling. His warm fingers explored my clothed backside, pulling me in as they too faded away, sliding down my legs with a gentle sweep.
My new red shirt slid away, fingers brushing silken fabric as Gre had the garment parting from my flesh with a lifelike slither. No underwear. His wouldn’t fit me, nor was it appropriate. His eyes, so golden and bright, a separate fire to them burning for me, hooded. “Until we have that list. The safe word is silk. And if you pinch me, I will stop. Are we clear?”
My cock jerked and with my pants gone, I relented, luxuriating in the sensation of hot slick trailing down my crease, wetting my thighs. “Silk and pinch. Got it.”
“Good.” He manhandled me, hands spreading over my ass before prying the cheeks apart, exposing my ass to the air, cold kissing at my hole.
His mouth dominated mine, and I gripped onto his shoulders before scooting in to let our cocks touch. I relished the sensation of the bare masts grazing one another, hot pre-ejaculate drizzling from the tip of me with a steady drip. I was made for lust, and when his fingers slid inward, fingertips from both hands prodding at my hole, I gasped into his mouth. Flat teeth nipped my tongue, and he moved one hand between us, jacking me gently as his other hand shifted, mixing support with intent as a single prodding finger breached my entrance.
“So tight. So wet.” He circled that finger slowly, pushing it in and out. In and out. The way he rolled his palm held my weight, taking my body into the motion as he worked that single finger in to his second knuckle and let his thumb massage into a glute, as if trying to bring me a bit of reassurance, a promise that he would be gentle, and that he would make that obscene length of his fit inside of me come hell or high water.
A second finger prodded, the first sting of a stretch making me groan into his mouth.
“Speak, omega.” He drew his mouth from mine as my breath hitched.
“I’m ready. Please.” I clenched my hole around his fingers and earned a gentle press and stroke, rubbing just out of range of my sacred spot.
“Ready for what?” Gre’s low tone made my body tense, muscles shiver.
“I want your cock inside me.” The whisper that left my lips came out with a whimper trailing every vowel, a squeak of weakness that he took full advantage of as he withdrew his fingers and turned me on his lap to straddle his thighs. With arough gesture, he pushed my forebody, bending me as his hands lined my hips up.
The unforgiving girth of his cockhead glanced off my hole, and he rested it there. A single heartbeat between an arrangement and union. One little nudge backward and our pact would be as good as sealed on my end. I attempted to do so, but Gre held me tight, rocking his hips forward with the use of strong bedsprings. Each bounce opened me only slightly, but retreated just as fast. “The more aroused I am, the more my cockhead swells. Should I slip inside now, or wait until it will hurt?”
I wanted him inside me at that very moment and would die a happy man to feel it swell inside me, but I craved a burn, sting, stretch, and total ruination. I’d heal. My cock jerked, a spurt of pre striping the wood floor before us with a bit of distance. He leaned forward, lips at my ear. “Knock knock, little omega. Let me in.”
The growl of pleasure made my body clench, and at that moment, Gre thrusted, popping the swollen head just beyond my ring with a pulse of fiery pain and pleasure combining. A quick glance to our shadows had our normal silhouettes in place, abstract things formed from light coming from two ways. I could only muster a choked noise.
“What’s the deepest you’ve ever gone?” His length made distance grow between us as that flared head pulsed bigger. A nudge of his hips had it where his fingers were, just inside, teasing a hair’s distance away from my prostate.
“Not as deep a-as you.” I couldn’t recall the depths I’d driven toys to, the casual hookups I’d entertained forgettable at best. The few long-term relationships I’d stayed in all lost in the wind as he tunneled into me to rake that bulbous head over my gland. “Ngh… Definitely not.”
He rested a hand on my belly, fingers clutching to the taut surface as his hips rocked. When he brought my weight atop him, he angled himself and rocked ever so gently, plying me open from start to finish, inches to spare still separating me from seating atop his searing length. “Oh… Oh, fuck.”
“Gladly.” Gre lifted and settled me, hand gripping my thigh, fingers curling above the crook of my knee.
He rocked into me, pace increasing, length delving deeper with every thrust, hollowing me out from the inside. My insides clenched, body on fire for more.
So, when his hand dipped down my belly, clutching around my cock, I lost myself. My body worked back, hips jerking, every muscle standing out in tight relief as that telltale sensation started at the tips of my toes, spine buzzing with a growing energy. The hot, slick pressure of his palm stroking my dick expedited my pleasure, shooting it up through my core, insides exploding. Lightning flashed behind my eyes, and my cock jerked.
My body tightened stiff, my core becoming a bell that rang with a single metallic collision. The note of that bell roared through me, vibrating my body until I reached an unseemly peak. The noise I made, undignified and wild, choked free of me as my breath stole away. Hot cum boiled up through my shaft, but it had nowhere to go but the cupped palm of Gre’s hand.
I lost track of my body, my sense of self all awry and in shambles. At just the point of overstimulation, he pulled the hand from my cock, fisted fingers sweeping up to my mouth, hand cupping over my lips to feed me my own release.Filthy…Still, I opened my mouth and tasted the sweet, salty, and earthen fluid.
My world spun as he stood, by some force of strength, spinning me on his dick and bending forward.
Those final few inches speared into me and my lips, cooling and wet with spend, parted for a breath that stifled under Gre’s lips.So dirty…
My flavor passed between us, tongues colliding. I pushed my tongue and hummed, forcing my essence into him as I closed my eyes. My shadow flitted just out of sight before I did so. I could imagine Ausmius pantomiming taking notes.
Our saliva pooled, and I swallowed, drinking us in until Gre’s face hardened.
He was beautiful when he came, his face fiercely twisted, jaw set. His eyelids fluttered, body jerked, and hot cum flooded into me with jerking pulses.
Like a rubber band snapping, something broke, a trapping unleashed, and wholeness flooded through me, throughus. And, as if I’d never been alive to begin with, as if I’d never truly been born or resurrected, I breathed, insides clenching as I came again, my cock not even fully hard as I spilled a warm puddle up my stomach in drunken bliss.
