“That’s not very convincing, Caelyx.”
He let out a tortured huff of laughter, rolling his eyes back for a second.
“You know I can’t be quiet,” he groaned. “It feels too good.”
“You have to try,” I told him seriously, giving his pecs a firm squeeze as I rolled my hips over him. I could actuallyfeelhis dick twitching against my ultra-sensitive flesh, his stiff, pulsing heat driving my lust higher and higher until I wanted to squirm on top of him.
I wasn’t sure if he was trying, but either way, he wasn’t quiet. He moaned and whined, flexing his hips up to meet the frenzied grinding of my dick on his. I bit down into my lip, trying desperately to swallow my noises, but I wasn’t being particularly quiet either. A vague sense of embarrassment was bubbling up in the back of my mind, but all my senses were focused on how good I felt and how close I was to coming.
“Caelyx.” His name tumbled out of my mouth as I desperately chased my release, my hips jerking and bucking on him. He arched his back and gripped onto my hips, forcing me even more tightly against him as he cried out.
The muscles at the base of his cock contracted and pulsed against me as he came, his thick load spilling out between our stomachs. It was so hot it pushed me over the edge, sending me into a mindless free fall of ecstasy, my toes curling as the orgasm took me over.
I collapsed onto his chest, shivering from the strong aftershocks.
“Oh, fuck,” he panted against my neck, his death grip on me gradually loosening as his muscle spasms ebbed into a relaxed state. He nuzzled into my throat as we wound down, only the sound of our harsh breaths breaking the silence for a bit. “Don’t be mad at me, Cupcake.”
I raised my head, staring down at him. “Why would I be mad at you?”
“I wasn’t quiet,” he said, blinking his long lashes at me. The cluster of golden freckles across his nose twinkled in the bright overhead light, and I suddenly wanted to count them.
“No, you were not,” I agreed, before planting a firm kiss on his lips. Why had I spent so long trying not to give into this? It felt incredible, like nothing I’d ever had with anyone else. “I don’t think I was, either.”
“Please don’t punish me by not fucking me,” he requested, and I snorted, dropping my forehead back onto his sweat-dampened shoulder. Like I’d do that. I’d be punishing myself just as much.
“You don’t need a break?” I wondered, reaching up to nudge the tendrils of pale hair off his forehead.
“No,” he stated lightly. “I’ll probably be hard again before you’re even done getting ready.”
“Is that a challenge?” I wondered, and he smirked, cupping the back of my neck to pull me into a slow, hot kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth, rolling against mine lazily, until my dick was twitching with renewed interest.
“That’s cheating,” I murmured, when we finally separated. “You’re deliberately distracting me.”
“You made me wait too long for this. I can’t get enough,” he admitted, pulling me into one more sweet, chaste kiss before letting me roll off him and head toward my duffel bag.
I’d been a bit self-conscious about the process of getting into my harness for my strap-on in the room with him at first, but all my nerves about it were gone now. He always gave me privacy, without me even needing to ask for it, and then once I was ready he always ogled me like a total pervert, drooling and panting like he couldn’t physically contain his attraction to me.
I fucking loved it.
Glancing back at him, I saw he was on his back with his eyes closed, arms hooked behind his head, totally relaxed. His long, lean body was basically perfect. His shoulders were broad, leading down to a carved stomach and trim hips, his half-hard cock resting just below his navel.
I wasn’t under the impression that I was ugly or anything. I was fine. The villagers wouldn’t be chasing me out of town with torches and pitchforks, but I wasn’t getting scouted by anymodeling agencies either. I was short, and not everyone was on board with the whole black nails and piercings thing.
But with his pearly, perfectly even smile and his sharp cheekbones and jawline, people stared at him everywhere we went. I knew he knew how hot he was, but when he was with me, it was like he didn’t even notice them. He was always staring at me instead. I didn’t exactly understand what it was about me he found so hypnotizing, but I wasn’t going to question it either. I’d spent too much time in my life being pushed to the side or set on the back burner for something more pressing. It felt too fucking good to be important to someone, for once.
“You lied,” I said, once I’d returned to the side of the bed. He cracked open one eye, then the other as he looked me up and down. He dragged his tongue around his teeth, before it flitted out to wet his lips as he drank in my appearance. The heat of his gaze had saliva pooling in my mouth.
“Did I?” He asked, shifting his hips a bit, bringing my attention back to his cock. It was twitching, swelling back up and hardening as I watched. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life, and judging from the smug little grin on his lips, he knew it. “I’m healthy,” he said, offering an explanation I hadn’t asked for.
“Healthy is not the word that comes to mind,” I retorted, and he chuckled, bringing up a knee and letting his thighs fall apart so I could see his perfectly sculpted ass.
With his eyes locked on me, he slipped a hand down over his hipbone, giving his stiff cock a few lazy strokes before gliding down to his ass. Prying his own cheeks apart, he toyed with his hole, circling two fingers around it. My breath hissed out between my teeth, all the muscles between my legs clenching at once.
“Are you trying to tease me?” I asked, and he nodded slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed.
Because I couldn’t stand it anymore and I suddenly felt crazed and feral for his body, I hitched myself up onto the mattress, gripping the inside of both his thighs and forcing them wider apart. His jaw dropped, his eyes widening appreciatively.
“Fuck, Cupcake. You’re so hot.”
