“You can come,” she said, and the feeling that roared through me was so base, so primal, sounevolvedthat it couldn’t be described with modern words.
I wrenched out of her, spun her onto her back, and slammed home, burying myself balls deep and immediately coming so hard that the sound tearing free from my throat didn’t even sound human. I sounded like a wild beast. Fuck, Ifeltlike one, pumping into her over and over again, coming harder and longer than I ever had before.
She clung to me through it, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, legs around my hips, gasping and moaning and whispering words of praise.
Afterward, I collapsed onto her, exhausted and shaking as I buried my head in her neck and just breathed her in. She scratched her nails down my back, and I shivered, wrapping my arms around her and rolling us sideways so I didn’t crush her, still buried deep, my dick twitching with aftershocks of the orgasm.
“You know the most annoying part of all of this?” she said, like she was picking up the thread of a conversation we’d been having.
I nuzzled my nose against that spot behind her ear. “No, what?”
“If you’d been less of a dick, we could have been doingthisthe entire time instead.”
My shoulders shook. Leave it to Stella to make me laugh right after making me come so hard I saw God.
¦ ¦ ¦
Somehow, we found the strength to get back in the shower together. The urge to immediately fall into a deep, dreamless sleep after what we’d just done was strong, but we were both covered in sweat and each other’s cum, and the thought of waking up gross and sticky was enough to convince us.
“You did so good,” Stella said, lifting the washcloth to my back while I stood beneath the water.
I grinned. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew how many times I almost blew inside you before you told me I could.”
She slapped my ass, hard enough that it would probably leave a mark, and there went my dick again, starting to stir back to life. I hung my head, staring down at it like,Really? What are you planning to do? There is nothing left in the tank, bro.
Stella had milked me dry. Like, my head was light, legs were weak, I was so dehydrated I felt hungover.
She poked my ass next, one fingernail digging right into the meat of a cheek before she suddenly pulled back. Her hand flattened over it. Squeezed.
“Flex,” she said, and I did as I was asked. “Yup. I want to bite it.”
“An ass man, huh?”
“Confirmed.” She gave me another squeeze. “Fuck, Tyler. I want to bite it and then tattoo my teeth marks onto you.”
My dick jerked at the thought. “Yes.”
Her forehead hit my back, and her voice came out breathy. “Are you sure?”
“God yes. I’ll be hard the whole time you do it.”
She made a pained sound. “Don’t turn me on. I can’t come again. Three times can’t be good with a head wound, and I’m pretty sure a fourth might kill me.”
Oh, so shehadcome again when I had.
“Also,” she said, palming both my ass cheeks and spreading them slightly. “I feel like we need to lay down more ground rules. First question: What are your thoughts on pegging?”
I chuckled and turned around, and the sight of her staring up at me with that wicked grin, even while visibly exhausted andinjuredpunched into my heart. I hauled her into my arms, careful with her like I should have been this entire time. “Shit, Stella.”
“Is that a no to pegging, or a yes?” she muttered into my wet chest. “This reaction is confusing.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes?”
“No, I mean, did I just hurt you? Fuck, why am I always so goddamnselfish?”
She yanked backward. “Hey, stop.”
