His hips drew back—a little further this time—and he slid his cock between my ass cheeks. My hole clenched ecstatically, but to its dismay, he didn’t goin. His engorged muscle stroked through my crack, and his thrusts grew more enthusiastic. My leg clenched around his tense thigh, and I met his thrusts with equal vigor.
My breath nearly left my body—squeezedfrom my lungs by his hug, crushing me against his hard body. His teeth raked through my hair and along the back of my neck, then he bit my shoulder, and I almost fuckingscreamed—barely catching it as it careened up my throat. What surfaced was a crippled gasp. My head jerked back, digging into his shoulder, and his face was right there, so close to mine. A minimal crank to the left, and we could bekissing—mouth on mouth, sucking tongues, exchanging saliva.
I didn’t turn my head. I didn’t try to see his face in the darkness. In fact, I couldn’t evenopenmy eyes; they were fused so tightly shut.
The bed was rocking again,rattlingbeneath us as he fucked my ass crack as vigorously as if he were balls-deepinsideme.Oh, why WASN’T he?!As much as I wanted his dick pounding my hole, I wasn’t complaining. I would cum again—that was agiven—whether hetouchedmy cock or not. I was getting there lightning-fast.
My mouth gaped open, and all sorts of sounds came out, some I’m not proud of. In themoment, who fucking cares, right? We all sound like rutting hogs in the heat oflust.
His fingers gripped my throat without choking me, and his teeth clamped firmly onto my shoulder muscle as his breathhissed out the sides of his mouth and through his nose. I couldfeelhis nostrils flaring, and it was so fuckinghot. I’d never had a lover fuck me thisintensely—even when they werepenetratingme. I sure as fuck had never felt so lusted after, desired, or just plain…wanted.
My hamstring was cramping from clutching my leg around his thigh, but I couldn’tunclenchas my entire body was locked in a sexual frenzy. My dick slapped the sheets—smackingthe mattress, splattering cock juice everywhere. The cuddler’s own cum juices drenched my crack, and his thick muscle slipped between my cheeks like a well-oiled piston, the root of his cockpoundingmy sensitive pucker.
My noise emissions reduced to a guttural stream of“Uh-uh-uh-uh!”as my ass bounced against his dick. He released my throat and grabbed my chest, his blunt nails digging into my pec muscles, while his chest bumped my back with dull, wet slaps.
I wanted to grab my dick and jerk off wildly, but his arm blocked my access. It didn’t matter. I was seconds from blowing my load.
“Fuuu-huuu-huuuck…”I think I might’ve been sobbing at that point—I really can’t say—drowning in raw ecstasy. One heartbeat before the first spurt of cum shot out of me, the cuddler grabbed my cock, squeezed, and beat me off. His hand felt so fucking good I almost passed out, but I somehow stayed conscious as the orgasm tore through me. I gagged on my cries while the cuddler jerked my pulsing dick, and ropes of cum squirted across the mattress from what seemed an endless well.
His teeth were still embedded in my shoulder as he fucked my ass crack furiously and yanked my chain at the same time. He grunted suddenly, and hot, creamy cum shot up my lower back, filling my crack as he “fucked” through his orgasm, thespasmof climax making his hand squeeze a little tighter.
I gasped, and my eyes watered, but it still feltso fucking good. I fucked his clenched fist as he wrung a few more spurts of cum from me.
Our orgasms released us at the same time, and we sagged against the bed in a mess of sweat and cum, breathing heavily. His teeth pulled away from my shoulder, leaving marks I didn’t have to see to know were there. He stroked my cock a few more times, then ran his hand up my overheated, slick stomach, quivering with ragged breath.
My eyelids drooped with exhaustion, and warm tears trickled down my flushed face. The cuddler hugged me, softly kissing my neck and shoulders. His palm pressed flat against my sternum, caressing in small, comforting circles. My leg lay limp over his thigh, with not an ounce of strength left in me.
Without really thinking, I lowered my arm weakly, and my hand brushed his. His caresses stilled, and for a moment a light tension gripped us both. Then his fingers splayed across my hot, tacky flesh… and mine slipped tentatively between them. He slowly closed his hand, threading our fingers, and gently squeezed.
My heart almost shot out of my mouth.
He’s holding my hand!
Why was this such a big deal after everything we’d already done together? I had no fucking clue. It justwas.
I squeezed back, a little nervously. It seemed silly to be so nervous and excited about this when we’d just “fucked” like animals. But his holding my hand felt… significant. How? I didn’t know. I couldn’t explain the overwhelming, somewhat frightening emotions invading me just then, and I was too exhausted to try.
I wasso tiredthat I just wanted to sleep.
The cuddler seemed to understand my need, and he tucked me deeper into his embrace, sliding both arms around meand holding me tightly, tenderly against him. His chin rested comfortably over my shoulder as he turned his face into my neck. My befuddled brain finally registered the light stubble on his jaw tickling my damp, sensitive skin.
God, I love stubble. It’s so damn sexy…
My last thought before the Sandman swept me away.
5
I woke to a dark room—it was still night—and an empty bed. Slowly turning onto my back, I stared at the vacant spot in the spacious bed. My troubled heart—troubledas in “needs therapy,”desperatelyand like,yesterday—began to sink into despair… when I registered the sound of the shower running in the private bathroom. I looked over and saw the strip of light beneath the door.
He’s in there right now—showering!
I started to spring out of bed to join him, then stopped myself at the last second, nearly tumbling off the mattress. A niggling in my gut warned that it would be thewrongestthing I could do. We were in adance, every step in sync so far, and onemisstepcould throw everything off and disrupt therhythm. He was “leading” and doing a damn good job of it; I needed to keep following his lead… not take over.
I scooted back under the covers and tucked my arms beneath my head, then just lay there,notthinking. All of this felt strangelyright, as if I were living out a fantasy I hadn’t known I was sheltering. Rationalizing at this point would only ruin it. I was content in myirrationallittle bubble and didn’t want it to pop.
My gaze drifted to the large window. The blinds were closed—I’d left them open—blocking out the meager light from the streetlamps and casting the room in deeper shadows.Heclosedthem? A tingly shiver ran through me as I imagined him moving around the bedroom while I slept. It felt almostdomestic, as if this were his bedroom, too.
It is now—be honest.
