‘Please.’
‘I love it when you beg.’ He urged me up to slide my underwear down and I didn’t care any more that I was completely naked and he still had his socks on. All I cared about was his thick, hard cock, standing at full attention again. ‘Up on the bed, babe,’ he said, tapping my thigh, and I hopped back without question.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection as he crawled up over me. I didn’t have a large sample to judge, but his seemed rather pretty as well, uncircumcised, straight and pale and I kept thinking about licking it, wondering how it would taste, what his skin would feel like on my tongue.
His voice interrupted my thoughts, his tone amused. ‘Go on, Leesa.’
‘Hmm?’
‘Not too much, because I’m getting ready to blow, but go for it.’ He gripped the base and gave it a little pressure, which he seemed to enjoy.
I blushed furiously, wondering how I could have been so transparent.
‘Or you can just keep imagining it,’ he said with a crooked smile. ‘I know I will.’
His baiting worked. I scooted down the bed between his legs, propped myself up and took the swollen head straight into my mouth.
Salty. Smooth. Hot. Mmm.
He jerked in my mouth. ‘Jesus Christ!’
I swirled my tongue, flicking it and then taking him further in. His hands fell to the headboard and I tumbled onto my elbows as he went deeper with a choked grunt. But he pulled out again with a gasp.
‘How was that?’ he asked through panting breaths as I shuffled back up to the pillows, his fingers drifting to my knee and urging my leg up. ‘I knew you weren’t a nice girl.’
‘Iama nice girl,’ I insisted with a smile, even as he pressed his weight over me, his cock brushing my thigh. Holding him in the cradle of my legs was its own thrill, my impressions of him from the past two weeks swimming in my memory: sweat dripping off his body; drops of blood; the darkness that crept into his eyes; the sad dragon.
‘Maybe you are a nice girl,’ he allowed. ‘You sucked my dick like a fucking angel and I’m going to see that in my dreams when I’m an old man waiting to die.’
The vivid images he drew with his words took me aback. Imagining him thinking of me while he was dying made my thoughts and feelings swirl together in a mess.
‘Still with me, Lees?’ he asked, his voice rasping as he smoothed his thumb between my legs, along the slippery furrow, stirring me up, making my blood pound, my thoughts consumed by what I wanted him to do to me. The tip of his thumb nudged gently – far too gently – at my clit and I could barely breathe. ‘Doing okay?’ This time I caught the amusement in his tone.
‘Yep,’ I managed to reply, grabbing a handful of his hair. ‘Just preparing my Henry Cavill fantasy.’ I had no such thing. The way I had to separate my thoughts and feelings during sex was more abstract than that. But the stupid comment had the desired effect.
‘You’re going to have Colin Gallagher fantasies from today,’ he promised roughly.
I just raised a brow and he growled at me, his mouth slamming down onto mine, his tongue hungry and insistent.
I was much less self-conscious when he propped one elbow by my head and reached down with his other hand to guide his cock to where I wanted it. There was a moment of sharp pressure, the most compelling friction, and I couldn’t contain a gasp.
Then he was there, in my body, lodged deep and tight, his face buried in my neck.
I wrapped my arms around him, the fingers of one hand tangled in his hair. My stomach dipped, questions flooding my mind as I wondered how I had allowed him this close.
But his lips closed around my ear and then he murmured, ‘You’re gonna ruin me. Fucking perfect around my cock.’
Colin
My brain had never had to work so hard in bed, but I was having fun. She got a sort of shadow in her eyes when she was going off course. I was getting the hang of bringing her back, though.
She felt so good: the way she softened to take me; how she bowed her body, giving me the perfect angle; the noises she made, as though my dick were the exact thing she’d been missing. It was getting difficult to stay focused on her pleasure when mine was skyrocketing.
I wasn’t going to last as long as I would have liked, not when it was this good, when it washer. She’d better let me have another go, or I’d be more of a mess than before we tried this.
I was in trouble when she lifted her knee higher and I sank so deep my vision blurred. She hooked her leg around me, as though she needed me closer, didn’t want to let go, and I gave her what she wanted – I’d give her anything she wanted. Grinding up into her, I hit an angle that turned her into a panting mess.
‘Ungh, ahhh, yes!’
