I plunged my fingers into myself.
Tyler’s gaze latched onto the movement, and I could tell from the way his grip tightened on my ankle that he wished it was hisfingers filling me up.
“If you do a good job, I’ll give you another taste,” I said.
He cleaned every single one of my toes while I used my fingers to tease myself, to tease us both. When he was done, he started to lean in. I planted my foot on his chest to stop him. He frowned, an echo of the Tyler I knew so well visible in his stormy expression.
I swirled my fingers deep inside me, eyes rolling at the pleasure, at the feel of my inner walls clenching around myself, and then pulled them out. “Open.”
The thunderclouds cleared, replaced by a pleased expression that told me Tyler liked my little deception. I held my fingers up in offering. He strained forward, having to work for it because my foot was still on his chest, and I wasnotgoing to make this any easier for him. The hottest part was that I knewhe could overwhelm me if he wanted to, and yet he chose to play along instead.
He grabbed my wrist. Held it steady. Lifted his eyes to mine. And then he slid my fingers deep inside his mouth, tongue swirling around them, lapping me up, a pleased sound rumbling through his chest at the taste of me. I squeezed my thighs together, knowing how he must feel because I’d been craving another taste of him, too.
He slid off my fingers with apop!
“Get on your knees and put your hands on the headboard,” I told him.
He didn’t ask why, didn’t argue, just nodded in submission and crawledpast me. I turned my head, watching him, mesmerized by the sight of his complicity. And then he was in position, thighs bunched, back flexed, big arms braced, facing the headboard. His skin looked gilded in the soft light, and maybe Ididwant to hurt him, at least a little, because if I had a flogger, I would have gladly used it to redden his ass.
My eyes rose to the three red marks on his back. I wanted to kiss them, tell him I was sorry they were there, that no one should have done that to him, but he didn’t want to be in his head right now, and if I was being honest, neither did I, so that softer treatment would have to wait for another time, another mood. Right now, we needed something different, something harder on both of us, butespeciallyhim.
“Move back a little,” I said.
He complied, giving me more than enough room to slide between him and the headboard.
I turned, putting my back to him, and pulled my shirt off. “Are you okay with us not using a condom again?”
“God, yes,” he growled. “I want—”
I turned and pressed a finger to his lips. “No one cares what you want.”
His dick twitched against my back, even as his eyes flared. Oh, heloved it.
Turning around, I did whatIwanted, leaning forward, bracing one hand against the pillows, reaching between my thighs with the other to grip his girthy cock. I wasn’t even close to being able to take all of him, at least not easily, and the thought of the stinging pain that came from fucking a large dick without the proper prep only spun my desire higher. I remembered it well from our first time together and wanted to feel it again.Neededto. Because I had no idea how long this tentative peace would last and I planned to make every second of it count, give myself something good to remember if it all went to shit again because Tyler decided to go back to being The Worst.
“Don’t move a muscle,” I told him. And then I dragged the head of his dick through my folds, his skin hot against my slickness. I paused with it at my entrance, pushed back just a little to test myself. Oh, god, this wasn’t going to be easy for either of us. Him, because I planned to drag it out. Me, because my entire body was exhausted and hurt, and now I was asking even more of it.
My core pulsed at the thought of how good it had felt last time, warmth flooding my veins, nipples tightening. I swirled my hips, coating him in my arousal, and tried again, taking more this time. Another swirl. Another push, and I sank onto his head.
Tyler groaned above me, the sound guttural.
I smiled and pulled off him, repeating the motions, and sank back down. Oh, fuck, it was heaven. Exactly what I needed. The perfect blend of discomfort and pleasure. I wanted to prolong the feeling, so I stayed where I was, just existing, just breathing, while my body stretched around him. His chest heaved against my back, and I knew he must bedying, the urge to thrust so strong it was nearly overwhelming.
I shifted forward, back again, taking just alittlebit more before my body clenched up, fighting the invasion, trying to tell me it was too much when I knew damn well it wasn’t nearly enough. The sound of our breaths filled the room. My thighs trembled with exhaustion and need.
I released his dick and leaned forward on both hands, widening my legs, angling my hips as I slid almost all the way off him before shoving backward, trying to force it. A sting of pain, and then a flood of pleasure. Yes, this was what I wanted. For my brain to fade out and my body to take charge.
“Don’t come,” I said.
A tremor ran through Tyler, and his breath gusted out in a rush, but he knew better than to respond now. Knew I didn’t want to hear his voice. He was a glorified sex toy, and I was going to use him to get myself off before I even thought about releasing him from the order.
I shifted forward, thrust back, fucking myself onto him, and started a steady rhythm, angling my pelvis forward to widen myself as much as possible and moaning when it didn’t work, when I realized nothing was going to make this any easier and I was going to have to fight for every inch. Big dicks I had come by before, but none had been this wide, and it was a whole new experience.
The headboard creaked above me. I glanced up to see Tyler white-knuckling it, muscles straining, veins popping as he fought to stay still. The sightsoakedme, a heady wave of lust punching into my core before tearing through the rest of my body, igniting my veins, turning every part of me hypersensitive. I rocked back harder, took him deeper. Deeper. Oh, fuck. He must have been close to bottoming out.
I leaned down, looked between us, and tightened up at the sight of how much further I still had to go, how much cock I would have to coax my body to accept. This angle was different than last time, harder to manage. He was already hitting part of me I’d never felt before; any more, and he’d be rearranging my guts.
Maybe it’ll fix them, I thought, and almost laughed at the idea of my chronic illness being cured by a magical penis, like this was some sort of slutty fairytale.
