He actually realized and stopped dead, even though she knew he didn’t want to. It was obvious he was aching to touch her, and not just because that was the way things were supposed to go. He didn’t just need to stroke and caress her.
He needed something to hold on to.
He really, really needed something to hold on to, to the point where he had to say.
“I gotta sit down, honey. I think my knees are disintegrating,” he gasped, but he didn’t wait for her permission. He just backed up until he was at the bed then threw himself on in a big messy sprawl, half on his back and half not. He kind of had to in truth, because she couldn’t seem to let up long enough for him to do it gracefully.
She followed him with her hands, teeth and tongue, until he was practically writhing. His body made this beautiful twisting arch beneath her when she finally brushed himthere, and everything only got more tangled and intense after that. Somehow she found herself near nuzzling the recently bared cheek of his ass, while he rocked and moaned and tried not to do a thousand things.
She could see he wanted to rub against her fingers, because her fingers didn’t know what they were doing. She kept almost forming a circle around his thick length before darting away in a daunted sort of manner, and it was clearly driving him nuts. It was driving him so nuts she could now feel the pressure of his hands, even though they were still hovering an inch from her body.
One was close to her face and the other almost at her breasts, and if she moved another millimeter they would be on her. God, she needed them to be on her. For a second she needed it so wildly every wire in her body crossed, and that led to something completely insane. She didn’t know how it happened, really. She only knew that it did. It did. He almost touched her right breast and there it was—one overexcited slide of her tongue between the cheeks of his ass.
Of course she tried to tell herself she’d been aiming for something else. She’d just been mouthing along the curve of his spine, so really it wasn’t hard to veer down and hit...the thing she had hit. Yet somehow she knew that wouldn’t wash. How could it possibly, when he was already taking it exactly as she’d intended?
“JesusChrist, Alice,” he said, as though she’d just detonated a bomb.
Only the bomb was really, really fucking fantastic, by all accounts. He pressed his face into the pillow the moment he registered what she had done, and the way his hips rolled and bucked, holyfuck. She could almost picture a slick little pussy sliding down over him just by the way he pumped his cock into nothing but air and material.
And he had more things to say. Lord in heaven, he always had more things to say.
“Are you serious with this? Are you seriously going to do that? I’m going to have to jerk off if you’re going to do something like that. If you wanna give me a fuckingrim jobI have to put a hand on myself. You understand that, right?”
Luckily for him, she did.
She understood that he’d saidrim job.
Good Lord, was that what she’d just done? She supposed it was, if she was thinking of the right thing. She’d seen it done and sort of paired it up with terms for various filthy novels, but by God it didn’t seem like her. It seemed like some other super-horny girl, who got so carried away on a wave of moaning and dirty talk that she did sex acts on people without her own permission.
Then did them again, before her brain could kick into gear.
She licked him—this time deeper, hotter, wetter—and holy mother of all that is holy thesoundthat came out of him. It didn’t seem like something a human being should make. It was practically a grunt, so guttural she had to wonder if he’d come right there and then. The only thing that told her he hadn’t was the hand he had on his cock, though once she’d seen what he was doing she sort of wished she hadn’t.
He wasn’t slowing through the spasms of an orgasm. He was fucking his fist in the most desperate, delicious sort of way. For a second she actually forgot what she was meant to be doing and just watched as he pumped his cock—though he had to take some of the blame for that. He’d warned her what to expect, but he certainly hadn’t done it enough. Not by a long shot.
He was so thick he was practically straining against his own enormous grip, and so long he had to use two hands instead of one. She watched him rub the root of it with one and work the swollen head with the other in a way she’d never seen anyone else do before. Not even in that one Tumblr clip someone had taggedsize kink.
And that made her mouth hang open just a bit.
She knew it did because after a second he asked her if she wanted to stop—even though he clearly didn’t want to. He’d passed the point of stopping about seventeen years ago, yet still he said it. He even tried to slow down a little in deference to a fear she didn’t feel. He had to know that she didn’t feel it. She wasn’tafraid.
She was full of this sort of thrilling fascination, to the point where it took almost nothing to carry on. She simply bent her head and licked that bad place until she felt him falling back into that good, good rhythm again. The one that made him arch his back and rub too hard, pushing himself toward his orgasm at a punishing pace.
Or was she the one doing the pushing? It certainly seemed like it, whenever he managed to pant out a word. They were all about her—about how good she was, how hot, how it got him so close to feel her doing this filthy thing to him.
And he wasn’t lying, either.
The more she did to him the harder he lost it. She gripped his hips and his moans skewed sideways, and the second she licked a little deeper—right over his tightly clenched hole in a way that made her zing too—he called out her name.Alice, he said,Alice, Alice, and for the first time since she’d met him she found herself wishing for something odd. Odd because it happened in the middle of this insane sex, and odd because she was sosureshe wanted to be this person.
But for just the barest moment...she would rather have been herself.
And then it passed, thank God it passed. She didn’t have to suddenly stop all this lovely pleasure with a pathetic announcement. She could simply let herself sink back into it, drawn by the sights and sounds of him coming. Anyone could forget anything in the face of that. He seemed to clench all over like a fist, eyes tightly shut and muscles taut, everything straining so hard it almost looked like a fight...like maybe he didn’t want to go over yet.
Or maybe he did, and his body just wasn’t willing to give it up. Either way it was making her heart pound—hard enough to be visible. Her chest actually appeared to be vibrating, and she could hear a sound in her head like coming thunder. If he didn’t go soon she was pretty sure she was going to pass out, but oh it was no relief when he did.
She almost swallowed that pounding heart to see him do it. To see him arch and shudder so violently, eyes locking with hers for just a second before he went over. And then the way his cock seemed to jerk in his hand, spilling thickly over his still-working fist...to see him shooting in these thick ribbons all over the sheets...it was much too much to take in all at once. No reasonable person could be expected to withstand it, without at least nibbling on their own insides.
Thankfully, however, she made it her lip, instead of anything vital. And her lip was pretty easy to hide. All she had to do was swallow the blood she drew when she bit down a little too hard—then maybe not talk to him for a few hours. He probably wouldn’t notice that she’d mangled herself, but better to be safe than sorry. Plus it didn’t turn out to be too hard.
