I wasn’t that much smaller than him. Definitely strong enough to flip him over and land myself where I wanted to be. My foot was screaming in pain as I accidentally flexed the sole, but it was worth it. Worth it for the kiss I got, the way he let me bury my face in his chest hair and drag myself down over his stomach. Softness everywhere. Skin. Warmth. And that cock, the reward at the end. Kisses into his groin, coarse hair and gorgeous musky scents hitting me from every angle.
Sun cream perhaps. A hint of fragrance, even down here. Clean.
Him. Oh God. He was nothing like what I had imagined. He was a million times better. Perfection hitting me from every angle, as I gave my cock a few more tugs down there, trying to hold myself up with one arm, my face still somewhere in his groin.
I was horny as anything, turned on to the max, and if I wasn’t careful, I would…
“Turn around. Give me your arse,” he barked from up there. His hands were back in my hair, but this time he was pushing my head down. Helping me turn and straddle him, arranging my arse over his chest, his hands now positioning my body like I had no willpower of my own. No control.
Nothing. And I was gasping out little breaths, wondering what he was about to do to me. My cock straining, my arse twitching, his hands pulling me apart, and my foot?
“Careful,” he whispered. As I gently placed my goddamn foot on the pillow next to his head. “And arse over here.”
Apparently.
And I opened my mouth, gasping for that big, fat cockhead in my line of vision as he buried his face, his mouth, all that stubble, right in my crack, and I might have shouted. Roared with shock and excitement and heaven knew what was going on in my head.
Silencing myself with a mouth full of cock only to let go so I could roar as his tongue lapped over my opening.
What the hell had I created here? A monster, apparently. The forty-something man on holiday with his parents? Had turned out to be… “FUCK!” I had to shout that right out when he once again turned me inside out, licking around my twitching hole. He was making me all weak, my hips jerking around, my knees spasming, and here I was again, shouting out obscenities, then gobbling up the head of that cock again so I could suck at him, hollowing my cheeks around him, my tongue lapping up all the flavours he brought.
He tasted of sex. Of him. Of everything that so blatantly turned me on. And yet, he was…surprise after surprise. A big, thick digit now prodding at my hole as his tongue still gave me sharp tremors, my body reacting to him with everything I had. My dick twitching. My mouth drooling. My vocal cords producing violent breaths as he pushed that finger right inside me.
I might have screamed. I might have just gasped. I had no control anymore, apart from that I pushed my arse back so he could go deeper. Way inside me with whatever finger that was.
“Please fuck me,” I pleaded, as he once again removed the finger and replaced it with his mouth. Sucking at my slack opening and making me wonder what the hell this was. People didn’t fuck like this. Or did they?Noah Fairweather apparently did. And fucking me he was, with his mouth, his fingers, that cock on him in my mouth and the things he was saying?
He was saying nothing at all, and I thought it made me calm. It made me braver than perhaps I usually was. He made me feel wonderful and free, and perhaps those pills were helping, but I had simply lost all those little brakes that would hold me back. Just keep me on the straight and narrow where I wasn’t too much. Where I didn’t tip the scales into being something nobody liked.
I held back. And now? I suddenly didn’t want to. Not with him. Not with that big, fat finger sloppily fucking into me. I felt like I’d lost touch with time and space, and I swung around, perhaps a little too fast, but he kept that finger firmly there, sliding and slithering until he couldn’t anymore and instead just had me hooked onto him. And I was on top of him, straddling all that gorgeousness, looking down at his face. His mouth wet with saliva and his skin no doubt smelling of me. Tasting like me.
I didn’t care. I kissed him. Pressed my mouth hard on him as I moved down. Knees up. There. Arse where it mattered.
“Condom,” he said sternly, like he was still in control and I wasn’t. “I’m not fucking you raw, and you need lube.”
Did I now? My body slid further down as he let that finger out of my arse. I hated that he did. Wanted it back, but now those big hands of his were making swift work of that condom. His cock? I wanted him to fill me up. Split me right open and make me feel him. I wanted everything. Was that perhaps greedy?
I wanted to feel like me again. Another me. One who was happy and carefree and maybe even…
Here was lube. Far too much of it perhaps, a generous layer all over that cock of his. Then he hauled me up, making my cock press against his chestas he smeared lube between my arse cheeks. Pushed that finger back inside of me as I gasped and panted and…and…
“There,” he declared, and I went for it. Because I could. Because he wanted this, probably as much as I wanted it.
“Yessss,” he hissed, as I pressed my opening to his cock. Held him in place, the unfamiliar girth a thrill in my grip. Letting that thick prick press through my fist on the way inside of me, feeling the stretch. The enormous stretch.
Perhaps I wasn’t prepped enough. Perhaps I was impatient and would feel this for days. I didn’t think I cared at this point because I just wanted him. Wanted to have him inside of me and have him hold me down. The second I thought that, his arms were tight around my waist, his legs shifting until he had me riding him at the perfect angle. His arse bucking upwards trying to meet my thrusts, my hands steadying my weight on his pecs.
Insane. Hot as hell. And mind-blowing. Because I didn’t need to think. I was just along for the ride, his cock moving deep inside of me, every nerve ending singing on my insides as my cock bounced against his stomach. Stealing small rubs of friction between us, my head so far in the clouds I could barely think.
There were no more coherent thoughts as he fucked me. Fucked me well and good. Fucked me like he meant it, and all I could think before I lost control was that I felt free. I felt so fucking free and good and loved and…happy.
Then I came, far too fast and almost unexpected, and it was bewildering because it was nothing like me to do anything like this. I never came without… Well, my hand was on my cock, but I’d barely touched myself and here I was squirting ropes of come over Noah’s chest.
Noah. Who was just watching me in absolute awe, still jackhammering into me with his forehead knitted into a frown. His cum-face on point.He was close, so fucking close, and just watching him made me shudder as another pool of white formed on his skin.
The arousal was insane. The dryness in my throat making me gasp for air. My heartbeat off the charts as he bent his neck back and finally let himself go.
The sounds coming out of his mouth were desperate, and I roared in absolute sympathetic bliss. Staring at him come undone, his mouth gasping for air. Like he was trying to hold everything back when he absolutely didn’t need to, and I was right there, my lips on his skin, my mouth shushing him and trying to rock him through it. His cock still twitching inside of me as he tried to keep going and simply couldn’t.
