“You feel so good, please don’t stop Eris,” I gasp for breath. Tears prickle in my eyes, frustrated that my body isn’t cooperating. This should be enough.
“You needy bitch, of course I won’t stop,” Eris teases. “You’re mine, and I’m going to make you come if it kills us.”
My laugh sounds more like a sob. But when my body is on the verge of exploding and my skin is so tight it hurts, I may as well be crying.
“Tell me, Bambi,” Eris whispers into my ear, sucking on my earlobe. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Eris. Only yours.”
“Tell me who makes you feel this good.”
“You do, please Eris, you feel amazing, please never stop.” I’m right on the edge again, on the verge of tipping over. But there’s something just out of reach, keeping me from my peak.
“Tell me whose hole this is.”
“Mine,” I tease, panting and gasping and touching every inch of Eris I can reach. Scrambling for purchase, I scratch welts across zis glowing skin. “But I want you to use the fuck out of it.”
Eris laughs, that quiet version that’s mine and mine alone, and pinches my clit. “Fucking brat. I should stop just for that.”
But I’m already convulsing, crying out Eris’s name, mind blank and reeling. That shock of pain bursting through me has finally,finallypushed the pleasure coursing through me over the edge. Eris’s teeth sink into my bottom lip as ze moans, cursing as zis body shudders with mine, zis thrusts uneven, wild, and deep.
Eris sags against me, breathing ragged. “God, Bambi, you’ve ruined me for everyone else.”
“Good,” I catch my breath, boneless and trembling, clinging to Eris with every limb to keep zim close, soothing the lines mynails carved in zis skin. I want to say more, to let spill all of the dreams and plans in my head for us. But ze doesn’t want those thoughts of after. Tonight is only for now.
We lay there, quiet and holding each other, until Eris kisses zis way down my body to go down on me in the laziest way—using my thigh as a pillow. Each kiss to my cunt is slow and sweet and perfect. I play with zis hair and tell Eris how pretty ze is while I fuck zis mouth. That fucking tongue piercing makes me come twice more, before I need a break.
When I return from the bathroom, Eris is sitting back against the headboard, looking as wrecked and used as I feel. The window is cracked open to air out the room. I crawl between zis legs, peppering zis body with kisses and wiping the sweat and spit and cum away with a warm washcloth. Eris twitches in my hand, half hard by the time I’m done, so I lay on my stomach between zis legs to return the favor.
Eris watches me with a lazy smile on zis lips while I play with zim, figuring out what makes zim react. Last night, I didn’t get a chance to explore like this, to map out where ze likes my hands and tongue. How much ze likes it when I gently slide back the foreskin—which I’m not used to but am fascinated by—running my tongue along zis slit, salty with precum. Exploring how far I can take zim down my throat before I gag. If ze likes when I cup zis balls, or press my knuckles into zis perineum more.
“Look at you, Bambi,” Eris whispers, cupping my cheek.
I grin, popping off zis cock with a slurp to press a wet kiss into zis wrist. My feet kick in the air as I suck zim deep and slow, with no urgency or desperation. “After” is forever away, and we have all night.
With a dazed and dreamy smile on zis face, Eris seems in no hurry either. Reaching over to the nightstand, ze passes over the condoms to examine the roach Matt and I shared earlier. “May I?”
I nod with a hum, mouth stuffed full of zim.
Eris opens the tube, sniffing as ze grabs the lighter. “What is this?”
“Homegrown,” is the only explanation I can muster without interrupting my task. Better not to talk about my parents right now anyway.
“That could mean anything,” Eris teases as ze lights it, taking a deep pull. Smoke billows out around zis septum ring. “Fuck, that’s good, though. Want some?”
I nod again, and Eris pulls me off of zim with a fist in my curls, holding the joint between my lips so I can take a drag. I grin at zim as I exhale, licking the head of zis cock as smoke billows out of my mouth.
Eris groans, brown eyes widening. Ze pulls me up the bed with a tug of my hair, sticking the joint between my lips so ze can reach for another condom. “Jesus Christ, Bambi, and here I thought you were gonna be so uptight, that it’d be fun to unwind you. I knew you’d be a freak, but you’re fucking depraved.”
With a smug grin, I wait until the condom is on before sinking onto zim, smiling at the ache and stretch of zim. Taking another pull on the joint, I shotgun the smoke into Eris’s mouth. “Your freak.”
Eris grins. The scars on zis lips pale as zis smile widens. “That’s fucking right. My depraved toy.”
I kiss zim, slow and patient and sweet, stretched full as I grind on zis cock. Zis mustache is damp, scented with the earthy sweetness of my cunt and the grassy, citrusy smoke. I run my thumbs along those hairs, fingers caressing the stars on zis cheeks. “I want one of these.”
“The tattoo freckles or a mustache?” Eris asks. “Because Dream did my freckles.”
Our mutual lack of urgency slows my movements until we’re no longer fucking, but still intimately entwined. “Both, but I meant the mustache.”
