Page 30 of Complications

“Yes. Oh my fucking God.”

Michel’s smug chuckle forced me to hide my smile. He didn’t need to know that I loved it when he edged me over and over. With the tiniest bit of a groan, Michel pushed himself to his feet. He cupped my stubbled jaw and sweetly kissed my lips. I tasted myself on him, and that made me leak all the more.

“If you’re sure…”

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure,” I reassured him. “Never been more sure. One hundred percent.”

Michel smiled against my lips at my promise, but much to my relief, he grabbed a small packet of lube from his pocket. Without hesitation, I turned around and pressed back against him. He steadied me with one hand while tearing the packet open with his teeth.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to make the wait worth it,” Michel murmured as he slicked himself.

I heard the wet sounds, and all I wanted was his cock inside me. It needed to happen immediately, or I might not make it through the night.

With slick fingers, Michel carefully stretched my hole. I wasn’t in the mood to go slow. Leaning over my kitchen counter with my ass in the air and him behind me, I wanted to be fucked, not played with. Unfortunately for me, Michel was in a mind to go slowly. Knuckle by knuckle, he pushed his finger into my ass. I pushed back, trying to get more, but he kept the slow, steady pace. When he pumped his finger in and out, I thought I was going to lose my mind. The sensation cascaded over me, and I knew I wouldn’t last long tonight. I was already too close.

“I don’t need prep. Just fuck me,” I whined.

“My job is to fix you, not hurt you,” Michel said sternly. “Prep is important.”

“I don’t need it,” I promised with a breathy sigh. “I just need your dick.”

“You’re gonna get it.” Michel paused, then with one of his evil chuckles added, “Right after I finish prepping you.”

I felt the brush of his hard cock against me, and I knew he wanted it just as much as I did, even if he was acting like he didn’t. I pushed back, trying to convince him it was fine. My answer was a sharp smack on my exposed cheek.

“Babe, if you don’t knock it off, you’re not going to get anything.”

That threat was enough for me to allow him to finish preparing me. I wasn’t missing out tonight, no matter what.

After one finger, he added another. This time, he curled them upward and brushed against the one spot in my body that sent me into the stratosphere. My keening cry filled the kitchen. My self-control was hanging by a rapidly fraying thread.

“Fuck me,” I ground out.

After a few more thrusts of his fingers and more lube drizzled down my crack, Michel lined up his cock. With a groan, he pushed inside me—too slowly—but I wasn’t going to risk another complaint to tell him so. Even prepped, the burn was intense. It felt like I was going to split wide open.

“You okay?”

“I’m good. Better than good. Fucking amazing,” I rambled. The burn had dissipated, and what was left was a scorching, hot need.

“If you’re sure,” Michel muttered.

He drew back and then slammed into my ass. He was pure lust, and I was here for everything—every thrust, every jab, every whispered promise. There was no need to be petty and romantic when I could have this.

Michel slammed into me and sent fire through my veins. My body was going to go up in flames, and I couldn’t think of a better way to go.

Sounds, mostly groans and muffled curses, tumbled from both our lips. As I came closer and closer to the edge, Michel sensed it and redoubled his efforts, fucking me harder.

“Fuck, Michel, I can’t wait.”

“Don’t wait,” Michel urged. “Come for me, babe. I want to see you.”

With his instructions, Michel reached around me and stroked my rock-hard cock. It was so sensitive that it was almost painful. Between him fucking my ass and jacking my cock, I wasn’t sure of my own name, but I knew one thing for sure—I never, ever wanted to be without this man.

And then I stopped thinking altogether. I turned myself over to the sensations and felt tremors rumble through me. My cock spurted white ropes while Michel whispered sweet reassurances before flooding my hole with his cum and collapsing onto my back. The weight of his body on mine grounded me.

Michel’s soft kisses on my throat and murmured words of love were more than I could have ever imagined, and I’d never wanted anything more.

“Babe, those deep thoughts. I must not have fucked you well enough,” he whispered.

“You did it just fine.” I sighed, then snuggled back into him like a cat in the sun. “Better than fine. The best.” Thank God he was anchoring me to the counter because my bones had melted. “Ten out of ten. Would recommend.”

“I’ll put that on my Grindr profile.”

“Never mind. You’re terrible. No one else will want it, but I’ll keep it so no one else has to.”

“You’re a giver.”

“Yeah, I really am.”

“It’s why I love you, babe.

“I love you too.”