I do as I’m told, enjoying the stretch across my chest and shoulders and the way my cock is awkwardly smushed under my weight.
He abandons my body as he reaches over and digs around in the drawer by my bed.
“Close your eyes, honey.”
I’ve never been one for endearments, but coming from Oakley…I like it.
I close my eyes. The snick of the bottle of lube being opened. My hole, prepared again. A familiar dildo inserted.
Low buzzing becomes medium buzzing becomes an electric fucking cattle prod against my prostate. I come, hands-free, soaking the towel below me.
“Can you keep your hands where they are? Or do you need a break?” he asks.
This is where bragging about my nonexistent refractory period is going to bite me in the ass.
“I’m fine.”
“Still good with your eyes closed?”
I shake my ass at him.
“Good enough for me,” he murmurs.
Once again, I’m wiped clean like a baby. He reaches below me and finally adjusts my cock under my belly. His strong hands glide up my back and down to my ass. He grabs my modest butt, spreading my cheeks obscenely wide, murmuring about the pretty dildo. Tonguing my stretched hole. Flipping me over like a pancake.
I jerk at the chilly buzzing at my nipple.
I recognize that. I have a collection of metal sounds that vibrate.
“I’ve always wanted to try one of these,” he murmurs as he moves the buzzing sound over my other nipple.
“Open your mouth.”
The bed moves and shakes as he repositions, his heavy knees flanking my head. The smell of musk and then his thick cock pushing past my lips.
Mm.
I suck on him, wishing I could capture the feeling of his weight on top of me, carry it around, pull it out whenever I get anxious.
As he fucks my mouth, he leans forward, and once again, my dick is engulfed in the wet heat of his mouth. I’m disoriented and floating. Just a few quick sucks, enough to get me back to full hardness.
Lube, right at the tip, and I know what’s coming. Pressure at my slit, more painful, perfect stretching as he slides the thick metal rod down deep inside me—oof, he’s using one of the thicker ones—reaching my prostate. He moans as I suck him in deeper, hands a bit shaky as he plays, pulling the sound out and pushing it back in again.
And then again buzzing. Lighting me up from the inside. His thick cock forcing its way into my mouth, the vibrating metal sound pushed all the way deep down inside my cock, sandwiching my poor prostate between it and the dildo still in my ass. The orgasm hits like a thunderclap, no warning. Cum rockets to the surface, pushing the sound up and out. Fuck, that hurts.
The pain makes me come that much harder.
My moans are cut off when his cum floods my mouth. Turning me out turns him on. Another glug of cum from my cock.
Fucking hell.
Murdering a bad guy would be, I suppose, the equivalent of a postcoital cigarette right now. A delicious, perfect ending, but not necessary.
Good to know.
As I’m floating in the feel-good hormones, my front door bangs open in the distance. My eyes fly open, and I grab the stiletto Velcroed to the back of my headboard.
“Cupcake’s home!” Rami calls out.
