Lust spirals through me as I inch my fingers lower to touch my hole. “Fuck, Jordan,” I whimper, inching one finger into the first knuckle. A deep need builds in my belly. “Dammit!”
He grunts before saying, “What?”
“I… ugh, I want to be fucked!” Want isn’t a strong enough word. Ineedit. I need a cock in my ass.
Jordan says something I can’t hear, and when I open my eyes, his hand is flying over his cock again.
“W-what?”
“I said, do it then! Do you have a dildo?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Use it. Fuck yourself.”
It isn’t a request. Jordan’s heady tone tells me he wants it as bad as I do.
Setting my phone down, I reach in my drawer to find my favorite long blue dildo with the vibrating head. After quickly coating it in lube, I pull my knees up and begin to push in. It hurts like a bitch since I haven’t stretched my hole in a long time, but I don’t care. I bear down, craving the pressure.
An embarrassing groan comes from my chest, and pain makes my eyes well. I coat the toy with more lube before trying again, sinking deeper. The inner ring gives way, then incredible pleasure rushes through my channel.
“Oh, shit, yes. Yes!”
“Are you doing it, Miles? Let me see.”
I fumble for the phone, then curl inward trying to show him. The angle is horrible, but at least he knows what I’m doing.
He mutters a hard, “Fuuuck! That’s hot.”
“Can’t… hold… the phone!”
“That’s okay. Just let me hear you. Be loud and dirty for me, okay?”
I set the phone down and use both hands to fuck my ass. One to hold the toy, the other to spread my cheeks. It’s been way too long since I’ve done this, the angles and motions are almost unfamiliar to me. But with a little experimenting, and a lot of play, I find a position that hits every nerve.
“I forgot how good this is!” I say with a groan.
“If it was me, I’d fuck you harder. Right into the mattress.”
I get to my knees, then reach back so I can drive the dildo in harder, faster.
Through my haze, I swear I hear Jordan say, “How are you doing this to me?”
My hips move, cock bouncing, and I bend forward, hiding my face on the pillow. I cry out when I nail my prostate.
“So good,” Jordan says, but it sounds like he’s saying it more to himself than me. Like he’s in shock. “Fuck, it’s so good. I’m so close.”
“Me too.” I drive in a few more times before my body surrenders. My balls draw up tight, and I thrust again, nailing that sensitive nub.
“Ooh, God! Jord…an!” Hot cum spurts from me and my body spasms, ass clenching. The pressure is exquisite.
I don’t even try to hold back the moans. How can I, when it feels this good?
I turn the vibrating head on, gasping loudly as my orgasm heightens. “Fuuuuck!”
My knees give out, and I fall right into the wet spot on my side of the bed, but I don’t care. My hips rock desperately. Fucking, grinding. Holding the toy inside me, I imagine it’s Jordan’s cock instead, Jordan’s warm body hovering against my back. His long hair touching my shoulders. His soft lips on my neck. His voice in my ear.
If only it could be real.
