He adjusts beneath me, raises his elbows enough to leverage himself into a position where he’s staring straight at me over his shoulder. I continue to thrust into him with reckless abandon. His gaze calls my name, and I can’t fucking look away. Every thrust edges me closer to release. Every stutter of his mouth. Every wince of his eyes every time I slam against his prostate.
His hole is wetter, hotter, more slippery.
Sweat. Lube. Enough to keep him this way for hours.
He cocks his head just a little more and manages to press his lips against mine.
It catches me off guard, and I freeze in place.
But when he laps his tongue over mine, I don’t resist. He consumes me with a mouth that is somehow wetter and messier than his wrecked hole. I inhale the moans that he exhales and chew into his lip, craving every square inch of him.
His hips buck and spasm as he cries out in hushed grunts, shooting his seed into the sweat-drenched sheets beneath him. He breaks away from my kiss, saliva dripping from his bottom lip. His head drops sideways onto the pillow,exasperated.
I dig into his hips, curling my fingers around the thong. It takes every bit of strength I have to remain upright as I drive myself to the hilt over and over again. Sweaty skin on sweaty skin. The sounds of fucking and the sounds of pleasure.
Slapping. “Ngh!”
Clapping. “Aah.”
Smacking. “Mmm.”
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
“Gah. Uhhh. Ah-uhhhh.”
His whimpers are enough to finally send me over the edge. My fingers dig deep into his flesh, no doubt leaving marks that’ll bruise. I bury myself all the way inside him and hold myself there as I flood the condom with hot cum.
And then I collapse onto his back, my breath labored as I exhale against his skin. I stay here for a little too long, feeling our heartbeats that aren’t in sync. The heat becomes too much, so I pull out and roll onto my back, trying to catch the breeze of the ceiling fan that does jackshit to quell the inferno.
Seven rolls onto his side, the pouch of the thong cupped beneath his balls, cum still leaking from his slit, revealing a pool of jizz on the sheets. His chest heaves, his breathing hitched and wild, and yet he has the strength to reach forward to tug the cum-filled condom from my sensitive cock. He hooks a hand under my chin,guiding my gaze as he flips the condom upside down. Forces me to watch as my cum rolls down the inside until it drips onto his outstretched tongue.
“You..” I pant, “are truly insatiable.”
He squeezes every drop from the rubber, leaving a pool of cum on his tongue. Rolls his tongue backward to swallow every bit. And then he fucking smiles at me, lets out an incorrigible laugh that makes me fucking lose my fucking mind. But my view of the world goes sideways, and the darkness creeps in from the sides. Just as it always does. I’m back in that place, ready to run. I warned him this would happen, but it’s like he only ever hears what he wants to hear.
Why’d he do this to me?
Why’d he show up in that fucking thong?
There’s a knock on the door. I jump out of bed, praying it’s the repair man. I rush to the door, rip it open, and yep, I was right.
The repair man stands just outside the door with his mouth agape as he eyes me up and down.
I shut the door in his face, glance quickly down at my semi-erect cock hanging, then back to Seven. “In forty-nine states, that was probably sexual harassment. We should go.”
“We?”he questions, his eyes wide as he sits up in bed.
“I said what I said,” I say so matter-of-factly that I almost convince myself I’m not fighting an internal battle to disappear as Ialways do. Alone.
“How long do you intend to keep me around?”
“Why don’t you tell me where you’re heading, and I’ll make sure you get there?”
“That way.” He points in the exact opposite direction he pointed last night.
“A little more specific, please.”
“Anywhere but here.”
