“Lick your dick. And then I’ll fuck you.”
“Fuck you.” I had no idea what I was doing. What was coming out of my mouth. No control over anything.
I was free. I felt so fucking free.
“There,” he said, his hand gently behind my neck. Pulling. His mouth on mine. And then my dick was against my chin.
Weird. But also…
Fuck. He turned me on. Turned me on so much. The things he made me do. The bravery he gifted me.
“There,” he whispered, as I let my lips open. Just enough. The tip of my dick right there. A lick of my tongue against my own skin. The stretch in my back at breaking point as he joined me. Both of us, our mouths on me.Him taking in the tip as I licked at his lips. Then I took myself…just the head against my tongue as he spurred me on. His mouth. His lips.
I wanted to warn him that I was close. I wanted to come. I needed everything that this was.
Sex. The ridiculous… Oh God.
He sucked me fully into his mouth, then let me go with the slowest, most drawn-out movement. Ever.
Torture. Pure torture.
“Please,” I begged.
“You’re so good. So cute. So… Fuck, Georgie.”
I only mouthed it because I didn’t have the strength, trying to hold myself up and breathe and speak at the same time.Please.
“Going to fuck you now,” he panted out, readjusting himself. On his knees. Bent over me, all that hair in his face. “Not going to last long.”
“Go,” came out.Please. Please, please, please…
I couldn’t even watch, even though I wanted to. The click of a lid of something. Rips of condom packets. I knew…somewhere I just knew exactly what he was doing. My neck stretched so far back as the pressure on my opening finally built.
It wasn’t anything bad. Just anticipation and want and need… I wanted it all. To be filled by him. To have him inside of me. To have my insides stretched and pulled and…
Perhaps I roared. Perhaps it was him. Maybe the way my body moulded itself around him was just my imagination playing tricks on me, but I felt no pain. Nothing to cause any concern. Not a trace of fear.
“Brave,” he panted. “You’re so fucking brave.”
I wanted to respond and say I wasn’t brave. I was just his.
Like this.
Like how we fit. Where his groin was pressed against my buttocks and where he was so fully inside me that I could feel him in my throat.
Ridiculous, but yeah.
He was everywhere. Hands on me, around my face as we became one giant curled-up… What was it he had said?
A fucking human double pretzel.
I was laughing into his mouth, into his kisses, my hips moving on their own to meet his violent thrusts.
It was probably mere seconds. Perhaps infinite time. But when my orgasm hit? That’s where the pain hit. It was excruciating, the overwhelming sensation shooting through me. I didn’t want it. I wanted this to last forever. Yet it was there and my mouth made sounds and I was clinging to him, gripping at his skin. My nails clawing into his back as I tried to hold on to him. Make him stay. I wanted to be here. Forever.
He stilled in that moment, his sweat glueing him in place against my skin. I held him. Rocked him. Wept into his shoulder as my teeth bit into him.
I felt out of control. Like I couldn’t get close enough when there was nothing between us.
