I still shiver and arch, writhing against him, trying to get more friction. I’m already cheating at this game, if we’re playing one.
The edging game. The waiting as long as we can to come game.
He has an unfair advantage, given that I’ve been plugged for a freakinghour, all while thinking about him and anticipating how deliciously filthy this might be.
I have no idea.
Not until he leaves my clit, coats his fingers in my arousal all over again, and taps the plug in my asshole.
Fissures of pleasure rocket through me. I grab onto the edge of the desk, cursing under my breath. “Holy shit!”
“Holy shit? Is that the best we can do?”
“What do you want me to say?” I grind out.
He taps the plug again, sending another hot wave of pleasure through me. Every single movement I made did this tome in the car on the way over, but this, having Shadow look at me, touch me… it’s a thousand times hotter and every touch feels so much more sensitive.
“Ahhhh, Jesus, god!” If he wanted blasphemy, that’s what he’s going to get.
He’s only just starting the torture. I figure that out pretty quickly, when he drops to his knees behind me and spreads my ass apart.Not clinically. Efficiently, though. He parts up my cheeks so he can see the whole plug.
“Purple,” he muses. “I thought so.” He gives me no further warning of a lead up before he surges forward and runs his tongue around the rim of my asshole. If I hadn’t already been lying across his desk, I think my knees would have buckled at the sensation.
I flatten myself on the desk, pressing my chest and face into it as hard as I can, just so my hips and ass have nowhere to go but in the air. They drive right back into his face. He keeps control of them, pulling back then diving right back in, licking around the plug. His tongue is warm. Glorious. I swear that I’m nothing but a straight ball of pleasure already. My legs are trembling. My feet are vibrating. My hands are practically numb. My nipples are shards of glass with only this sweater and a light tank top keeping them from being ground to dust by the desk’s hard surface.
I press in a little harder, craving that sharp bite of pain that I’m giving myself while Finn’s tongue gives me nothing but wet, hot bliss.
In the midst of it, he taps the plug. Just one sharp little movement of his fingers, and I nearly slip right off the desk into a melted puddle of goo.
“Are you gonna come?” he taunts. “I think you’re close.”
“I’m not close,” I lie.
He twists the plug. Slowly, but still. Gives it a damn full rotation that nearly makes me black out. “How about now?”
“No.” My teeth are locked together so tightly that I can barely even understand the word. I’m panting. Beads of sweat break out on my forehead. My whole body is overheated.
He palms my cheeks again and drags his tongue all the way up my crack before he rims me. This time, he works the plug, twisting it while he licks my sensitive skin.
“Fuck,” I pant. “Oh my fucking god.”
“I’m not sure if that sounds entirely positive.”
He spits on his hand noisily, then brings it between my legs. I jolt forward, ramming my hip bones straight into the edge of the desk. I curse as pain radiates through me, but even that feels more like twisted pleasure. The plug heightens every single sensation. Including Shadow’s fingers heading straight for my clit.
“I’ll be careful,” he promises. “No swapping holes.”
“Thank you,” I breathe, fully meaning it. I was nervous about that earlier. What sounds like a turn on in your mind, in reality might be less so. The fact that Shadow gets it and cares about my comfort during and after this, melts me.
“I mean, careful about bacteria. Not about making you come so hard that you forget your own name.” He twists the plug a little bit harder, licks me, and pinches my clit.
“Fuck me!” I shoot back against his hands, finding only electricity there, and rock forward into the desk, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation while trying to chase more of it at the same time.
“Okay,” Shadow drawls. “How would you like it?”
He grasps the plug and starts sliding it out of my ass. It already feels like sheer relief, having all that ratcheted up sensation toned down. He waits until it’s almost all the way out before he thrusts it back in, filling me all the way up again.
I make a noise that’s not entirely human. “Oh- my… holy… I- I- need…”
