I know I told him he could do whatever he wanted with me, but he’s relentless.
“More?” he asks, as I’m coasting through the almost painful shudders of my last climax.
“I don’t think?—”
“You’ll take more.”
He pulls out of me, and I nearly scream in protest. It dies in my throat when his cock presses against my asshole. Instinctively, I close my legs, but he pushes down on my thighs, forcing me open again.
“You’re okay,” he whispers, soothing. “It will burn a little at first, but I promise, if you just breathe and relax and try not to fight it, it will be the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.”
This from the man who’s broken that record countless times.
He strokes a hand between my legs, slicking his cock with my arousal. He nestles between my cheeks again, notching his blunt head against what, to me, feels an unbreachable entrance.
There is no way this is going to work.
He rocks against me, not pushing in, just a steady pressure against my hole. Several times, I’m sure he’s about to slip in and I tense up, push him away. He never gets frustrated, no matter how many times it happens. Just keeps telling me how well I’m doing, how beautiful I am, how he’s the luckiest man in both realms to have me this way. All the while, he’s stroking my clit and everything starts to feel looser and looser.
Once I’m relaxed and pliant enough, he nudges the head of his cock in and?—
Oh, holyfuck.
Pleasure jolts through my clit, not enough to make me come but nearly. He’s still stroking it lightly, pushing a bit further into my ass, and the look on his face is nothing less than transcendent.
He’s right, it does burn. But at the edges, I catch a hint of the pleasure he’s talking about. The longer he moves, shallowly in and out of me, the easier it is to hold on to. And soon enough, I don’t have words to describe how good this feels. He’s filling me in a completely new way, my cunt fluttering around emptiness.
I grip my bindings, holding my torso upright so I can watch him work himself into me.
His deep blue eyes find mine across our bodies. “Is this alright?”
I nod, an unfamiliar type of moan building in my chest. It’s not from my lungs, but somewhere lower. Far deeper.
His brows furrow, incredulous. I’m sure I’m wearing a similar expression. We’re giddy. Overcome. How is this so good? Every boundary we break fuses us together more tightly.
My breath hitches, and it’s about to happen. He senses it, starts thrusting slightly faster, slightly harder.
Scream my name through thediamrhán,he commands.I want your voice in my veins when you come.
Palm up, he pumps his middle and ring fingers into me, stroking my clit with his thumb, and with one final thrust of his cock into my ass, I explode.
My body convulses, and I moan,Lachlan,into our minds while burying a bestial roar into my shoulder. The orgasm has been multiplied ten-fold, radiates deep through my pelvis, fires up my tailbone.
Lachlan’s own pleasure follows shortly after and I don’t think he meant for this to end yet, but he’s no more in control than I am right now.
I am fairly certain my soul leaves my body.
That must be why my ears are ringing, as if I’ve ascended to some great height too quickly to adjust to the altitude.
I become aware of myself again, of Lachlan untying my restraints, of him flopping down next to me and pulling me on top of him, just as fucked out as I am. He kisses the sweat from my temples, nuzzles into my curls, and whispers against my cheek, “Please stay with me tonight.”
God, I shouldn’t. Tonight of all nights. I am cracked open, raw and exposed, and if I let him in any further, I fear I shall never extricate him. At least not without severe damage.
But despite my hesitations, I find myself nodding.
Once. Maybe just this once, I’ll allow myself to pretend we belong to each other.
I smile at the beautiful lie, then drift away on a smoky-fig-scented cloud.
