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I laugh and then groan when he slowly starts to turn his thumb. Oh wow. That feels insane. If I thought I was tingly before I was so fucking wrong. I squeeze him with both holes, holding him tight as my orgasm powers through me.
I scream into my pillow, his name, a string of curse words… I’m fucked. Well and truly.
He hammers into me harder and harder, grunting when I find his balls between my thighs and roll them with a tender touch.
As I’m spiraling back from my climax, he’s building up to his.
“I want to put it in your ass,” he says, pulling out suddenly and pressing it against the wrong fucking hole.
“Dude, you’re a lot bigger than your thumb,” I complain, glancing at his excited face over my shoulder. “That’s gonna hurt.”
“You can handle a bit of pain,” he whispers, spitting on his cock and smearing it there.
“Oh God,” I whisper and hug the pillow to my face. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Nope. Have you?”
I shake my head, no.
“Fuck yes. I get to deflower both your holes.” He presses on and the ache is immediate. It hurts a bit. No… a lot. “More lube?”
“Are you kidding me right now? This isn’t fun.”
“It will be.”
“How do you know? You’ve never done this before.”
His eyes cloud over and his lips twist with a look I can’t decipher, anger perhaps, reminiscence?
“Whoa,” I say softly, turning and stopping our “fun.” “What was that look all about?”
“Nothing,” he replies bitterly, “just get back on your knees.”
“No,” I answer, grasping his cock with my hand. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he snaps, angry now.
“That means there is something,” I mumble and roll my thumb over the head of his cock. He trembles and slots himself between my thighs. “You can trust me with it. I’m the least likely to talk about your shit.”
“Stop talking,” he whispers, sucking on my ear as he sinks back inside my pussy. “You really are so fucking tight.”
Yep.
I wrap my legs around his ass and whimper when he sinks all the way in. I circle my hips to meet him but we take it slower this time. It feels good again, so good, so tender and tingly.
I feel him come, his body shakes with it, his thighs tense with it, his hips buck with it and his face contorts with so much pleasure.
When he collapses on top of me, I push him to the side and catch my breath.
He rests his head on his hand and he stares at the ceiling.
“Are you going to tell me what happened to you? I know that look. It’s the same look my sister gets in her eyes every time she…” I stop myself, letting my words drift off. I hardly know this guy and I’m ready to tell him our business? No. That’s dangerous. He can’t know about us and what we’ve been through. He might ask questions. Questions I can’t answer.
“Every time she what?”
I kiss the space above his nipple. “If your secrets are yours, mine are mine.”
“Fair deal.” He sighs heavily, as though there’s a weight on his body so strong. “I like you, Lilith.”
My body tenses with glee as I search his eyes for any sign of a lie. “I’m not a likable person.”
“I know, it’s not an easy thing to do on my part,” he jests, kissing the end of my nose.
“Fuck you,” I hiss playfully and twist his nipple.
He rolls me onto my back and narrows his eyes. “I say something nice and you cause me pain. How’s that fair?”
“Sorry, boo, did I hurt you? Let me kiss it better.”
“Such a bitch,” he growls and goes for my neck again. I kick and laugh and try to buck him off. I can hardly breathe.
“Stop,” I beg, wriggling under him.
“You guys want pizza?” Nash yells up the stairs.
“Fuck yeah,” Nok calls back, becoming distracted for long enough. I take the opportunity to wriggle my hips until his recently hardened cock is at my sex. He tenses and looks at me. “Again?”
“You can’t handle it?”
“Oh I fucking can.” He thrusts inside.
“Pepperoni?” Nash yells as Nok grinds against me.
“Ham and pineapple,” I reply, trying not to moan because whatever Nok is doing with his hips is incredible.
“Ew,” Nok says at the exact same time as Nash calls it. He looks down at me, disgusted. “Pineapple doesn’t go on pizza.”
“And dicks don’t go up asses but who am I to judge?”
He laughs into my neck and his entire body shakes with it. Including his penis.
“Pepperoni is great, Nash,” I say loud enough for him to hear. “I love a bit of sausage.”
Nok laughs even harder and I smile triumphantly. When I’m with him, it feels different to when I’m at home. I feel different. I feel like I can be myself no matter what and he’ll accept me for it all.
