“Good,” I manage. “Fuck.”
“More?”
“More.”
I open my eyes and force myself to look at his face, and I’m so glad I did. He looks absolutely wrecked. He’s focused on his task, carefully sliding two fingers in and out of me. The friction is intense with only his spit wetting the way, but I’m going to trust that he knows what he’s doing.
I was right to trust him. With a desperate look in his eyes, he dives in again, adding his tongue to his fingers and working me over so perfectly that I struggle to wrap my head around this level of pleasure.
I find myself rocking my hips again, trying to fuck myself on his fingers, on his face, on anything. He still won’t pay any attention to my cock, which is slowly driving me crazy.
And then the word spills out. “Please.”
Dammit.
“I got you, gorgeous.” He reaches across the bed to the nightstand, and when he reveals a bottle of lube, my stomach flutters with anticipation. He’s going to fuck me now. He’s going to put that incredible cock inside of me.
Our interaction in the club pops into my head, hazy and surrounded by a cloud of lust, but I remember he said I could have anything I asked for. Could I ask him to fuck me? Could I beg to be ruined? I’m kind of interested to find out what he’ll do without me asking.
The click of the bottle cap reaches me, and I have to blow out a breath as a shiver moves through me straight to my dick. It twitches, dribbling a bit more precum, and when my gaze meets Specter’s my breath hitches. If I’ve ever wondered what pure desire looks like before, I know now.
He slides his now lubed fingers back inside of me, resting onhis elbow so he’s got insane leverage as he hovers above me. Specter’s mouth moves to my balls again, and he sucks them gently as his fingers drive me to the brink of madness.
He hooks his fingers, hitting that perfect sensitive spot inside of me, and I cry out, unable to hold it in. He keeps at it, adding a third finger and twisting them around until I’m soft and open. If he’s going to fuck me, he better get to it soon.
Specter drags his mouth along my shaft, sucking gently on the skin but avoiding the head. Jesus, this man.
“Fuck, you taste incredible. What are you made of?”
I want him to suck me, fuck me,somethingto end this delicious torture. The more his fingers explore inside my body, the closer my orgasm climbs. It’s more visceral than anything I’ve felt in a long time. My toes and fingers tingle, my stomach tenses, and my balls tighten and pull close to my body.
Specter nuzzles my balls again, brushing his nose and lips back and forth over them while he pumps his fingers in and out of me, increasing his pace until all I can do is squirm, pant, and moan.
When it finally hits, I cry out in absolute disbelief. My cock shoots a seemingly endless stream of thick jizz onto my belly and Specter is right there to lap it up.
I came untouched. I’ve heard about it before but honestly didn’t believe it was true. I’ve always needed something happening to my dick to come, but it just happened.
Specter keeps his fingers inside me, slowing his pace as he cleans my release from my overheated skin. When my body is finally spent and drained, I sink into the mattress, throwing my arm over my eyes.
Oh god.
Fuck.
What just happened?
My eyes sting from the swell of emotion building within me.No. Hold it back. Push it down. It’s just sex, for fuck’s sake.
It’s just sex.
“Stay,” Specter whispers, kissing my thigh as he removes his fingers.
He’s on his feet and in the bathroom seconds later. I hear the water running then move my leg. It lands in a cooling puddle of cum on the comforter. He came too.
He came because I came.
Is this really happening right now?
Specter returns with a warm cloth. His expression is softer than it’s been since I met him. He looks calm. Younger.
