“As much as I want to hear you scream,” he says, fingers tracing down my back to my now exposed ass. “You’re going to have to be quiet, or you’ll get me in trouble. Do you think you can do that for me?”
I fist the blanket near my head and nod, not trusting myself to speak. He slips his fingers into my crack, rubbing and pressing against the plug. The mattress absorbs my moaned curse as he pulls the plug partway out and pushes it back in, fucking it into me a few times.
“Jesus, Jesse, how big is this thing?” He exclaims as he pulls more of the plug out of me.
“Not as big as you–Nnyggh!” I shove my face back into the mattress and cry out as he fucks me with the toy and I shake, on the edge and losing control at a rapid pace. He might be too, if the pool of pre-cum dripping on my lower back and ass is any indication.
I breathe a sigh of relief when he gives me a short reprieve to open the condom and squirt the lube on himself and directly in my hole, pushing it into me with the plug before he finally removes it entirely, dropping it on the bed where I can see it.
Luc grabs me by the hips to maneuver me into the position he wants, with my ass in the air and my face flat against the mattress. He snaps the garters at my thighs and runs his fingers down the back of the corset.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, holding his cock and rubbing it through my crease. Even that has me trembling and moaning. Luc rips the rest of my underwear off, balls them up, and shoves them in my mouth. “Shhh,” he whispers, sweetly kissing my cheek before licking behind my ear. My eyes roll back, and I whimper as heat builds in my core, getting hotter and stronger the more Luc teases my hole with the tip of his cock. My orgasm is already sparking to life by the time he sinks into me, and I’m shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck, Jesse. You make me feel like an animal,” he groans, pulling out and slamming home again. He picks up his pace, pounding into me harder and faster, hitting my prostate with the precision of a machine. It’s all I can do to fist my hands into the bedspread and hold on for dear life as the heat in my body overtakes me. The underwear gag is barely muffling my cries. He doesn’t let up, pushing me past the point of orgasm and into a full-body meltdown, my muscles contracting so hard my scream is silent and I’m in danger of my vision blacking out.
Luc holds himself still for a second while my ass clenches around his cock. We’re both breathing like we’ve run a marathon, sweat pouring out of us. He stays buried inside me, helping me lift my chest off the bed and cradling my back against his chest. Somehow, my cock is still hard. Luc thrusts, and I scream. Actual tears fall from my eyes. The angle is too intense, I’m too sensitive.
Still moving inside me, Luc’s hand comes up to cup my jaw, turning my face towards him. He licks up some of my tears and runs kisses over my jaw to my mouth, pressing his lips to my gagged mouth. “Are you okay?”
I whimper through the gag, sucking air through my nose with the small reprieve. I nod, and he smiles. His lips and tongue move down my neck, and his hand covers my mouth. His other hand wraps around my aching cock. Every time he thrusts into me, a whine leaves me. The faster and harder he moves, the more I cry, until I’m screaming again. Screaming for him to stop, to keep going, to slow down, to push me over whatever edge is looming. He muffles the sound with his hand and keeps going, pulling out and slamming into me, the angle hitting the already pulsing pressure point inside me. Despite not coming down from the first orgasm, the relentless assault on my prostate forces a second wave to hit me hard and fast. I sob, spraying the bed.
Luc pulls out, and I collapse on the bed, but he’s not done yet. He tears the wig off my head, and the wig cap, and threads his fingers into my hair. His other hand grips my thigh and pushes one leg up like a frog, then he’s there again, pushing inside my swollen, aching ass.
He uses me like a life-size cock sleeve, fucking into me with reckless abandon, harder than I knew he was capable of. He’snever been quite like this before, and I am all the more wrecked because of it.
Luc lets out a warbled grunt and slows his thrusts to a smooth, rolling motion that has me moaning. It hurts so fucking good.
“Jesse,” he murmurs. “Jesse. Jesse…” He shudders, emptying the last of himself into the condom, and I wish desperately that I could feel his cum flooding me.
Luc gently pulls his cock from my body, falling to my side, still catching his breath. He pulls the underwear from my mouth and hikes my leg up over his hip for easier access to run his fingers over my abused hole, soothing and massaging.
I’m in a daze. Where did my big, shy, gentle giant go? And how did he learn to fuck like that?
He kisses my neck and shoulder and collarbone while he soothes my aches and whispers, “How is it so good with you, Jesse? How do you make me feel this way?”
SEVENTEEN
LUC
A text informs me that my room service has been delivered and is just outside my door. I asked for a no-contact delivery to avoid anyone getting a peek at what I’m hiding in my room.
My sexy as fuck rockstar is lounging across the bed like some kind of erotic Victorian painting, his long limbs stretched out, beautiful face lying on one arm. He’s watching me hungrily, and not because of the food. He’s insatiable, even after everything I put him through when he first arrived. I didn’t even know men could have back-to-back orgasms like that. We’re both young and healthy and have an active libido, or at least I do when I’m around him, but it usually takes us at least twenty to thirty minutes to rally.
He passed out almost immediately after rasping just how good and perfectly wrecked he felt. I stroked his hair while he slept, chuckling at how wrecked he looked, given the costume makeup smeared all over his face. Wanting him to be comfortable, I untied the corset and loosened it as much as I could without rustling him. I followed him into sleep with him hugged againstmy chest, and we took such a long nap the sun was going down when we woke up.
The bathtub here isn’t anywhere near as massive as the one in the Dallas penthouse, but it’s big enough that we fit in together with my back against the porcelain and Jesse’s back to my chest. I washed and massaged him while he scrubbed the rest of the makeup off, and told me about the New Orleans cancellation. It’s ridiculous how choked up I feel that he went through all the trouble to come see me.
He soothes that ache by teasing me about my recent change in body wash. “In all seriousness,” he says, turning in my arms, “I’m completely obsessed with your dick smelling like me.” And that’s how we ended up getting hot and heavy again so soon after I was rough with him. I was supposed to be helping soothe the ache, and here Jesse was trying to coax me into fucking him again.
He's so swollen down there, though. He needs a rest. Jesse keeps insisting that he loved every intense second and would do it five more times tonight until he was bleeding and unable to walk. I feel guilty for going that hard on him, but it’s like my mind left me. I’m a bit weirded out by how much I like the rough talk, although I’ll admit that the intense session was exactly what I needed after being deprived of him for weeks. I’ve been taut as one of Jesse’s guitar strings, and I can feel the tension released from my body. That said, I love our passionate, drawn-out make-out sessions and slow lovemaking even more. I can’t wait to really show Jesse how much I missed him with every inch of my body.
I got us off with my hand wrapped around both our cocks and water sloshing all over the floor, making him come for me when I told him tonight it would be me taking his cock. He’s beenlooking at me with those bright, calculating eyes ever since, like he’s trying to decide all the different positions he’ll bend me into.
Shaking out of the dirty turn my thoughts have taken, I pull the room service cart inside and gesture for Jesse to join me on the couch.
“I was just thinking that I’d rather eat you for dinner,“ he teases, climbing into my lap to kiss me.
I groan and squeeze his ass through the sweatpants I was wearing earlier, which are comically large on him. I don’t think of him being that much smaller than me, but we had to cinch the drawstring and flip the waistband to get them to stay on his narrow hips. Holding him against me, I shift us so he’s lying on the couch beneath me and get lost in his devilish tongue. Then his stomach growls, and I remember what we were supposed to be doing.
