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"Yes." I wiggled my bottom, crying out as he shoved another finger into me, then another. I didn't know my hole could stretch like that — didn't know it could feel so amazing. "I need your cum," I whined.
He hesitated, his fingers stilling, buried deep inside me. "I get tested. I'm clean," he murmured, as if weighing the risks to himself. "But it would still be better to wait."
"Can't wait, need cum," I grumped. "Need you inside me, bare."
He chuckled softly as he slipped his fingers out of me and turned me so my back was against his hips. His voice was full of a fondness that seemed a little out of place with our lewd acts. "Little slut."
His hands—so large and sure—gripped my hips, positioning me with an expertise that made me smile, shoving me forward, and the cool metal of his workbench made my nipples harden. I felt him nudge my hole, the head of his cock breaching the opening. And then he pushed inside, slowly, inexorably stretching my asshole open. A gasp tore from my lips, my fingers clawing at the metal surface beneath me.
It was too much. It wasn't enough. I wanted all of him, and he was taking forever to get inside me. I shoved back, bracing myself on the workbench, trying to force him deeper.
"Fuck, you're tight," he swore, his breath hot on my neck. "Patience, little slut. I'll be buried to the hilt in no time." The sensation of him filling me was overwhelming, a delicious violation that left me trembling. He pulled back and thrust forward again, the pain of being stretched open by his huge cock almost too much to bear. For a moment, I wondered if I even liked anal sex.
I moaned, the dark thrill of our public indiscretion spiraling me closer to the edge. I wondered if Gunnar did that with his BDSM club, if he fucked women in front of a crowd, while they got off on the picture he and his submissive painted.
"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" Gunnar continued to drive his cock in and out of my ass. The sound of his voice was like a drug, making me crave more of his touch. "You like being fucked hard and deep, like having your ass filled up. So responsive."
I could only moan in response, my body betraying me as I pushed back against him, wanting him deeper inside me. Being dominated by Gunnar felt so perfect, so right. It was like I had finally found the missing piece to complete me. Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me over onto my back, dragging me to the edge of the workbench, spreading my legs wide. I felt empty without him.
"Gunnar," I whined. "Need you back."
Raising an eyebrow at me, he leaned forward and sucked on my clit, making me buck, licking up the juices dripping from my pussy. After having him in my ass, everything felt sensitive, and even more delicious. I buried my hands in his hair, shaking it free of the hair tie, a keening sound slipping from my lips as his lubed fingers shoved into my ass, fucking me while he sucked my clit.
"Need your cock," I cried as a deep, unrelenting pressure built inside me, something that felt different from normal sex. He waited until I was at the edge, my thighs shaking around his face, my body writhing with unrestrained need, before he lifted up, slid me to the edge of the workbench, and slammed into me with renewed force. The change in position let him get deeper and sent sparks of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body.
I bucked beneath him, crying out as a few hard thrusts sent me over the edge, my body convulsing with the intense pleasure of this new kind of orgasm.
"God, you're so tight," Gunnar groaned, meeting my eyes as he thrust into me again and again. "But you can take it, can't you? You were made for this."
With a final powerful thrust, Gunnar drove in deep, his cock pulsing as the heat of his cum filled me. He leaned over me and took a shaky breath, the first time I'd seen him at all vulnerable. Then he scooped me against him and buried his face against my throat.
"You're so damn beautiful," he said. "Good girl."
I wrapped my arms and my legs around him and held on until his cock softened and slipped out of me. With a sigh, he backed off, kissing my forehead. He cupped my face. "You okay, sweetheart?"
I nodded, shivering a little at the loss of his warmth. He grabbed a hoodie off a hook and draped it over me, kissing me on the forehead. It smelled like him and was long enough to go down to my knees.
"When you go home, you'll never get fucked like this," he muttered.
"Who knows, maybe I'll decide I like Hazy Cove." I couldn't hide the hopeful note in my voice.
His jaw tightened. "Don't flip your life upside-down my account."
"Cocky of you to think it's about you." I tried to be bold and brash, when really my heart had a funny little ache in it. "I'm beginning to think I need a change of scenery."
I didn't miss the note of concern in his eyes before he nodded tersely. "The bathroom is back there if you want to clean up. There's a shower. I need to check on something."
Check on something? Didn't he want to shower with me?
Gunnar
The bell above thedoor jingled as I stepped into Tangled Pages, clutching a box of wine bottles that my friend Anna had asked me to bring for her event. The Central Coast Social Club was small but active, and Anna was excited to host a munch in the bookstore's upstairs event space. Our club's munches were casual social events, though Colby was a member, and as long as the munch happened when his store was closed, he gave us the freedom to host talks or demonstrations at the munches as well. But it wasn't a sex party, and no one would expect anything sexual from me, which was convenient, because Mira apparently owned my goddamn dick.
My boots thudded heavily on the wooden floor as I made my way towards the counter, looking for Colby so I could get the key to the upstairs. Instead, Mira was standing there, staring at me, a smile on her face.
"You're here." I tried not to sound surprised. Or pleased, though I was. It was hard to fight the smile that threatened to break across my face. I reminded myself of the problems we faced. I'd fucked things up with her father, and I still hadn't figured out a solution. And even worse — she lived in Portland and would have to turn her whole life upside-down to be with me.
"Yep. Like I said, Colby offered me a job and I need a break from everything." Her dark eyes met mine, defiance and curiosity mingling in their depths. Her long, wavy hair framed her face perfectly, and those damn lips were still distracting as hell. "Nothing to do with you."
