My hand wanders between his thighs, underneath his nightdress. My blunt nails lightly dancing on his flesh. “We’re good, baby.”
My palm slides up, cupping his semi-hard cock. Gently I stroke him, through the fabric of his underwear, until he’s fully hard. This literally never happens without gay porn playing in the background, but I’m not complaining by any means. Multiple times tonight I was brought to the brink of caving and giving myself over to Caleb, but something deep within me kept wanting for the safety and security of Marcus.
“Mmph, that feels good,” he sighs, his hips hitching up into my hand.
“Do you want me to suck you off while I play with myself?” I ask him, keeping my voice as low and smokey as I can make it.
“No. I want Earl,” he whimpers as I stroke him with a little more force behind my grip. “I want you to fuck me, Lo.”
I roll over to get my toy and some lube out of my nightstand. “My nails popped off,” I note. “Want me to prep you?”
He nods, having removed his thong and taken over stroking himself while I get Eggplant Earl situated in me. I grab my pillow and nudge his ass to encourage him to lift his hips so I can slide it beneath him. “That’s a good boy,”I coo when he does.
Marcus acts like he hates it when I call him that, but whenever I do, his dick always twitches at the praise.
I situate myself, on my knees, in between Marcus’ spread legs. God, he’s stunning. Absolutely gorgeous all spread out for me like this. Needy and expectant. His thick, veiny cock has a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip.
I’ve never had his dick inside me. It’s always ever been me fucking him, but I can’t say as I’ve never envisioned what it would be like. I just know that’s not what he wants, and I’m not about to ask him for more than I’m sure he’s willing to give me. Knowing him, he’d try it and fake getting enjoyment out of it, simply for my own benefit.
He continues to pump himself, now taking three of my slickened fingers in and out of his needy ass, before he stops me. “I’m ready, Lo. Please, fuck me before I blow, baby.” He bends his knees, planting his heels into the mattress, and lifting his hips for me even more.
I drizzle a bit of lube on Earl before placing my palms on top of his thighs and scooting myself in closer. “Deep breath out, Marco,” I warn him, as I notch the toy at his entrance.
Have I ever mentioned just how fantastic this strapless strap-on is? Fuck, Earl just hits all the right places whenever I thrust into Marcus’ ass. It can vibrate too, if I want it to, but tonight that’d probably betoomuch stimulation. I’ve been on edge all friggin’ evening, each time Caleb and I made out.
I’m serious. At one point, I could have easily dry-humped the shit out of him. The fact that he likely went home with blue balls, even after I kneed them, is a testament to just how many green flags Caleb waves.
It’s not about the sex for him. He’s looking for more, like aconnection. Makes sense, too, given how much of an outsider he feels like. And, for once in my life, I feel like making that sort of connection. No,I’mcravingit. Sort of like how, right now, I’m craving the opportunity to give something back to the man who has given me so, so much…
Something deeper than just us meeting our needs. This should feel less like an arrangement we’ve talked over at length on numerous occasions, and more like our bodies intertwining together the same way our souls already have. I want tomake loveto Marcus.
Gingerly, I press in past Marcus’ tight ring of muscle. I wonder what that must feel like with arealappendage. I mean, I know what it feels like with my fingers, but I imagine the sensation is completely different to a cock. I do know that the toy is currently doing wonders to stimulate my clit though.
When I’m fully seated inside him, I begin to thrust. “Ohhh yeah, baby,” Marcus groans. “Right there. Harder.”
I grip his thighs tighter and use that leverage to snap my hips harder. I feel the burn of exertion from this, along with the workout I got in earlier, emanating in my thighs and lower back. It’s not unwelcome though.Thistype of pain, that is. Seeing him writhe beneath me, pleasure coursing through his entire body, it spurs me on even more.
He whimpers and grunts, skin slaps against skin, our breaths come out panting and loud—it adds to the heat coiling within me. The toy rubs my clit in all the right ways, and the bulb at the end nudges my G-spot just fucking right. I’m set to careen into an orgasm at any minute.
Then, Marcus surprises the hell out of me. “I changed my mind. Take the toy out, Lo. Ride me. Fuck yourself on my dick, baby. I want you to feel come on me,please.”
My pace slows a little. All I can do is blink at him in astonishment. “Y-you’re sure?”
“Positive, babe. Please, letmebe the one to make you come first tonight. Let me come inside you when I do.”
His begging is nearly enough to do me in on the spot. I pull out of him, reaching between my thighs to pull out the toy, and toss it aside. I maneuver myself enough so that he can close his legs and I can straddle his hips.
For a brief moment, nothing but a quick second, I panic at the thought of what's about to happen. What if this triggers some sort of flashback and I freak out? What if this hurts, and I ruin the experience for him? What if, I don't know… shit, what if this is just a pity fuck?
Just one look at Marcus, laid out below me in silk nightgown designed for women and about to fuck one for the first time—just as vulnerable and hesitant about this as I am—it causes all my worries to dissipate. He would never intentionally hurt me—mentally or physically. I'm the one on top of him. I'm still in control here. I might not be wearing the dick anymore, but I still have all the power.
I suck in a steely breath. “Last chance to change your mind,” I warn him.
He shakes his head. “I’m sure, Lauren. I want this. I wantyou.”
Oh, he must feel this same pull to connect on a deeper level tonight too. I'm still in shock as I reach back and grab his dick, slickening it in my wetness, before readying him at my entrance. My eyes roll back as I sink down on top of him. A desperate noise of approval escapes my mouth.
“Oh god, Marcus,” I cry out. “Baby, your dick feels amazing.”
