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Used right? There weren’t a lot of ways to use a penis, but he sounded like he knew what he was doing. It was almost a disappointment to see him roll on a condom, but I could still see the tempting little bar through the thin rubber.
Joystick placed his hands on the mattress, next to my hips, and pressed his lips to mine as he nudged my body back with his. At the prompting, I scooted further up on the bed, trying not to break the contact between us in the process. Everywhere his skin met mine there were sparks.
And then I was lying down, with him hovering over me. This was like in the park, but with no clothes between us. I couldn’t help but study him further, tracing my fingers along his tattoos. Especially the more vibrant colors.
The soft moans he made, the way he sucked in sharp breaths when I touched certain spots, filled me with a new kind of temptation. I had power here after all, even boxed underneath this imposing, playful man.
He teased the head of his cock along my slit, and a shock of pleasure jarred me each time that metal ball bumped my clit. In retaliation, I dragged a thumb over his nipple… my nails up his sides… tilted my head up to lick up his chest… and loved the way his expression shifted through ranges of enjoyment with each new touch.
Joystick fell closer, startling me, and crushed his mouth to mine. “Enough play.” His growl was rough and enticing.
The rest of the world fell away when he thrust inside me. I was so turned on, he slid in easily, but he was big enough to stretch me out. And I felt when he struck deep inside. Felt that piercing hit just the right spot when he straightened his body, driving him deeper.
He sought out my clit again, and the sensations inside me, combined with him pressing his thumb into me, were almost too much. I hovered on a thread between uncomfortable and the promise of bliss.
“Let go.” Joystick’s words were as much encouragement as command. “Just let this overtake you.”
I didn’t know if I could. But I wanted to. I needed to. I—
Christ.
Climax spilled through me, filling me past the brink. As I hit the peak, Joystick started pounding hard and fast. Frantic.
I didn’t know where I stopped and he began. I didn’t care. I clenched around him, I needed to keep him in me. There were so many sensations… I’d never felt this. I was floating on a cloud of intensity.
The sounds he made when he came were primal and delicious. The way he tensed. His grip digging into my thighs.
We were floating away. So far away.
The edges of reality fuzzed back in as he slowed to a stop, but we were still in our own little world. He dropped his head between my breasts, his skin hot against mine, as we both caught our breath.
And when Joystick rolled to my side, he grabbed me and pulled me with him, as he fell out of me. “That was fun. In the most amazing way,” he said.
I was glad it wasn’t just good for me. “It really was.”
“Thank you for being my best night in Italy, Kandace.” He kissed me on the nose, on the chin, and on the lips.
Was I grinning like a dork? I assumed. “Thank you for setting the bar impossibly high for anyone in the future, Joystick.” I shouldn’t have said that out loud.
I didn’t care.
“You’re quite welcome.”
I was never doing something like this again. Tomorrow I’d go back to my ordered, responsible life. But I had no regrets about tonight. It would be an incredible memory, and that was all I needed.
TomorrowI’d go back to being responsible. Tonight, I was going to linger in this fantasy.
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elijah
Nothingin the world compared to the excited buzz that hung in the air on set during the first days of shooting a new movie.
As a teenager, I thought I needed to be one of the stars to appreciate this high. When I lost that chance, when I made the mistake of fuckingthestar, and the decision fucked me in return, I thought I’d lost this feeling forever.
“Eli, hey,” one of the Assistant Directors called from across the large warehouse where they were setting up. “If you’re here before we even start, should I be worried?”
“Nah.” I waved Alvin off. “Everything’s amicable.” I understood his concern. These days I was a script fixer, rather than an actor. And I wasn’t typically on set unless the producers expected to need alotof fixing, right now. Typically because they disagreed with the original writers.
