“Whose dick’s in me right now?”
His hands dig into my back hard enough to leave marks.
I rut down, and hold.
I reach behind, bracing myself with both hands as I flatten my feet to the mattress.
My hips rotate until I find exactly where I need him to be.
The curiosity on his face pumps my ego, and I spread my knees so he can see as I raise my ass up, tilt further, then slide back down.
Tek’s eyes widen, and he looks drunk. The same kind of intoxicated he was the night in his parent’s basement when I showed him my piercing.
I lift one hand and trace my fingers across my lower stomach. Right over the slight bulge that’s pulling all his focus.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
His lips part, and his breath shakes.
“You can touch it.”
It’s hesitant, at first, the way he reaches for me, his fingertips ghosting over my skin.
I press his hand flat, then lift before slamming myself back down with more force, my cock slapping between us.
“Fucking hell,” he stammers, throwing both our hands aside so he can grab my waist.
Holding me still, he tilts himself back, then we both watch as the bulge grows and my dick jumps until I can’t take it anymore, my head falling limp.
I whimper, “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
Tek raises me up, then fucks up into me as he slams me back down.
My back arches further.
“Fuck… Look. Look at what you’re doing to me.”
“Not bad for such a small dick.”
“So perverted. Getting off on stretching me like this.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
My smile sharpens, and I try to look at him.
My thighs tremble, and I know I’m only able to hold this position because Tek is supporting me.
His arms flex and he rocks up into me.
Each thrust is heavy, calculated, and deliberate.
He wants me to feel every inch and pulse running through the length of his cock as it splits me open.
Raw and wet moans spew out of me, and the walls of the van are too small to contain them.
It rocks with every slap of our bodies.
I’m losing it.
