Page 79 of Apparently, I’m Torture

The Same Night

Lilly’s Apartment

He was still inside me. Thrusting short, sharp movements that made my back arch. Embarrassing, desperate sounds slid out of my throat, and I moaned, breathed and sighed. I said things like: more, please, oh god, don’t stop, as he pulled and pushed, his thick cock finding the one spot that melted me into a puddle of warm goo.

He was between my legs, sitting on his folded knees, my thighs resting against his as he held me up and pushed into me. I was spread out in front of him, ass suspended on his lap, bent back, with only my head and shoulders weighing down the mattress.

“So fucking good,” he growled, throwing his head to the side as he slowed. “If I don’t stop, I’m going to finish.”

I whimpered, disappointed. My eyes were heavy, limbs exhausted, but the searing, throbbing ache between my thighs demanded more. It was four in the morning. He’d made me come with his cock, his fingers, his mouth. We were out of condoms, and I still wanted more.

He pulled himself out of me, lifted me by my thighs and flipped me. I laid on my belly, groaning as I shifted on the mattress. He smoothed his hands reverently against my ass, moaning, “So perfect,” as he spread me apart.

The cool air of my apartment moved against me, and I shook at the rawness of it. Bracing on my knees, bent over and gripping my pillow, I twitched my hips. I was sore and aching. I wanted relief.

He groaned, his breath hot, fanning across the back of my thighs, and I squeaked. He was so close, fingers still holding me open, and then there was his tongue, sliding from my clit to my entrance and back again. Rough, slow strokes. I almost died.

“You taste so sweet. I could lick your pussy for days.”

I moaned as his tongue darted out, licking and teasing, as he lapped my juices. My hips moved on their own, and I trembled as he whispered against me, “I’ve wanted to taste you for so fucking long.”

His tongue skimmed against my clit and, as he firmed against it, a severe ache spread from deep inside. A groan slipped from me, and he rumbled low in his throat as my entire body shuddered, weak from pleasure. I was shaking, totally and completely lost in every touch, lick, flick. He had me, and I was done, so done.

I came hard; my orgasm shattered underneath my skin. The pillow muffled my voice as I shook, kicked, curled my toes and dug my nails into my palms. I was still coming when he stopped, pulled his tongue away and pushed himself back into me. I bucked against him, my ass trembling as he held me still, my pussy pulsing around him, gripping tight.

“I love it when you come for me,” he whispered, thrusting into me as I screamed.

Biting into the pillow, with his arms caged around me, my eyes rolled back as he slid in and out.

“Fuck. You’re so wet. So tight. I’m going to–”

But I beat him to it, arching my back and crying out, my sore, exhausted, aching body came around him again. He let me ride it out, and through my haze of pleasure, I felt his fingers ghost across my breasts as he whispered, “Good girl. That’s it.”

He pulled out again, letting me collapse against the mattress, and I groaned as I moved, my whole body under protest, a delicious hum still vibrating through it. Gripping his shaft, I pulled him into my mouth.

His head rocked back as he groaned, and I tightened my fingers around the base of him, lazily licking and sucking as he sat back, taking his pleasure as my pussy thrummed happily.

He came in my mouth, and I swallowed, as Shawn collapsed on the bed, looking up at me with hooded, exhausted eyes.

“Okay. I think… we might be done. For tonight.”

I nodded and laid down next to him, a warm, happy ray of sunlight bursting through my chest as he wrapped me up and gathered me close. He lifted the covers and tucked them around us, and I sank into him.

“I don’t think I can handle anymore,” I agreed, despite having said the exact same words to him hours ago.

He tilted my chin and brushed his lips against mine. “But you take it so well, like you were meant to be fucked over and over again.”

I pushed his chest. “I’m sore, Shawn. I need a minute here.”

He smiled and I just… ugh it was so perfect. He was so perfect. This was so perfect. The best night of my life.

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, Trevor and the email lingered. But right now, in this moment, I was so content I could’ve been convinced never to leave my bed again.

“So, what now?” he asked, glancing at our phones side by side on my nightstand. “If we fall asleep, we’ll be worse off in the morning.”

I snuggled against him. “Are you saying we should stay up?”

He nodded against my head. “And since sex is off the table… what do you want to do?”