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He rises to his feet, and I fucking shudder when he cups my ass and then runs his nails up my spine.
"No you don't," he whispers against my ear.
I fist his hair and tense for the fight to drag his lips back to mine. Instead, he goes all soft and pliant, which makes me seem desperate and aggressive.
Which, I am because despite everything…despite openly sharing his bed and finally succumbing to that insistent, mind-bending need that Justin brings out in me—it's only gotten worse.
I suck on his tongue and press him to me as tight as I can, searching out friction as I rub myself against his body. Justin humors me, allowing me to thrust against his stomach before taking both of our cocks in his hand. We kiss and kiss and kiss, sloppy and wet and deep. He hums into my mouth and twists my nipples and bringing me to the brink until I’m keening and arching and begging him for just a little more—
Then he drops my dick and breaks our kiss, and leaves me gasping as I work my way back from the brink.
“Two,” I whisper.
He’s edged me twice now.
"Tell me what you want, baby. It's just you and me. Anything you want, and it’s yours."
He drags the flat of his tongue across my nipple before latching his lips around the nub and sucking. He sucks and sucks and flicks his tongue across the tip, all while watching my face from underneath his lashes.
He means it. I could ask for anything, in this life or the next, and he'd do everything in his power to give it to me. It’s intoxicating. I feel drugged out on Justin. It’s my favorite feeling in the world.
With one arm around my back, pinning me how he wants me, he squeezes the globes of my ass with the other, dipping his fingers in to press against my hole before sliding to the other side to squeeze me some more.
His lips turn into teeth as he scrapes them across my chest.
I'm lucky I'm even still on my feet.
I keep one hand fisted in his hair and use the other on his back to hold my balance while I thrust lazily against his stomach.
"I want…"
Justin catches my wrist and brings my hand to his lips. He licks my palm and up my middle fingers before sucking two digits into his mouth. I'm already floating. I want everything.
"I want to forget my own name."
He pushes me backward onto the bed, then follows me down. He reigns kisses over my chest and stomach before smacking me on the hip.
"Hands and knees, facing the mirror. Hurry to it."
"What?" I boggle. "Why?"
I try to coax him up higher so I can wrap my legs around his waist and force him back inside me. My mouth is gaping open and closed like a fish, hoping to lure his lips to mine. Justin kisses the crown of my cock before taking it all in his mouth and pulling off just as fast.
"Because I'm going to eat your ass until you come with your cock untouched."
Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!!
The buzzing in my ears gets stronger, and my entire being focuses down to a pinprick. Just him and the way he touches me. He scrapes his teeth over my hip bone, then bites, then bites harder, watching me and waiting for me to react.
My fingers scrabble for purchase in the tangled sheets, and my back arches off the bed, but I can't—he wants me to watch him do that?! I can't even understand why I let him do it in the first place, except—well—I like it.
It's like being dripping wet and jumping into a pool of pop rocks. Every single graze makes my body explode.
"I want you to see your face when you come on my tongue," he says again, and rather than wait for me to gain the courage to roll over on my own, he wedges his hands under my body and flips me himself. "I want you to see how gorgeous you are when I take you apart piece by piece."
I'm moving by rote now, body responding to his touch and instructions through the thick and tacky headspace of the sub. We pivot on the mattress, so I'm facing the glass head-on. I see my reflection in the mirror but can only focus on him. I see myself as he must see me. Pupils blown wide and hazy. Sweat coating my skin. My ass is in the air, and my legs are spread and—
Justin slaps my ass, sharp and unexpected. The noise registers first, then the sting of his palm against my flesh. Then the pain withers into pleasure as I lift my hips and silently ask him to spank me again.
