I panted into the couch, still rocking my hips against him, even though it hurt—maybe because it hurt?He was so wet now, so wet from me.Fuck, I made a fucking mess…
He ran his hand up my spine, then back down again, and murmured, “Thank you, baby.”
He kept petting me for long seconds, our breaths resynchronizing; my breathless panting, his measured inhales.My ass felt a little bit like it was on fire, but the deeper pain I’d started to feel toward the end had worn off.My arms and legs felt heavy, my prick sticky.
Eventually, he said, “Can we move?”
I nodded, opening my eyes and twisting around to look at up him.“You okay?”
“Goddamn near came in my pants, but yeah.What do you need?”
I tried to think about that.But honestly.Nope.“You.”
He smiled and helped me crawl off his lap, then reached for me again.
I shook my head and tugged at his half-buttoned shirt.
I watched as he obligingly slipped out of his clothes, revealing all that soft hair I’d been dying to bury my face in, then the deep dip of his navel, his fat cock, the head messy with pre-cum, and those thighs…
I leaned forward, fully prepared to faceplant in them.
He caught me and arranged us front to front, stretched out on the couch.Thankfully, most of my cum had ended up in his jeans, so I wasn’t stuck lying a puddle of my own bodily fluids.Like, even in the aftermath,hiscum was pretty hot.Mine, not so much.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close, so I buried my face in his tits, rubbing my face against the hair, then licking his nip lazily.“I knew you’d be good at this.”
His chest bounced with gentle laughter.“How?”
“Because you’re a fucking freak.”I laughed too but a lot more lazily.“Like me.”
Which was true, though it wasn’t the only reason.I was way too far gone in the moment to think about words, however.
“I sure am.”He kissed my forehead.
Him and his fucking forehead kisses.Christ.I never stood a chance.Not at seventeen and sure as fuck not at twenty-seven.
He ran his fingertips over my blazing ass cheeks, tickling the hairs there in lazy circles.I pressed into the heat of his erection, rubbing against it with my thigh purposefully.It gave a little jump when I licked his nipple, then sucked.
“Fuck.”The word caught in his throat, half-formed.
The use of my limbs was returning slowly, so I wriggled farther downward, to kiss his belly.
He tensed.“Should I go get the cold—?”
I reached upward and covered his mouth with one hand.My tongue was busy circling his navel and then sliding down and down and down.I wanted his skin against mine.I wanted to feel him unravel, and know that I’d done that, and that was mine.
And okay, true to form, I also wanted a big, juicy load of cum from him.
Was it unhealthy that I was trying to fill up the empty places in me with everything I’d been missing out on with him for the past eight years?And probably managing to conflate that idea with him filling me with load after load?
I mean, who cares?It’s hot.
***
I let him bring me water and a cold washcloth after my insatiable hunger for cum was satisfied.At first I thought it wouldn’t make much difference; not that Drake never did aftercare stuff, but he had a limited menu, if you know what I mean.Like most of the stuff we’d tried out together, Taran was treating it like eleventh grade chemistry: Doing all the research and then using it to impress the fuck out of me.
And goddamn, if being a kink nerd wasn’t incredibly sexy.
And goddamn if I didn’t enjoy drinking ice cold water and letting him cool off my blazing asscheeks in bed.Like fucking spa day came early.
