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I try not to grin, because we’ve talked about what we wanted, and I asked for this the moment I saw the underwear in his drawer. “Anything.”
He bends to press a kiss to my hip, my abs, my chest, sucks little marks onto my neck, then the lightest kiss to the corner of my lips. “Get me wet, A.”
I yank his hips forward, and he nearly chokes on a laugh, climbing up my body until he’s positioned with his bulge directly in front of me. He grips onto the headboard, and I tighten my hold on his hips as they start to shake.
I flick my tongue against the lace where the damp head of his dick is stretching the material, and the little shudder I get in response only strengthens when I wrap my lips around the head. I can’t suck him like this, so I drag my mouth up and down his length, pressing my tongue to the thick vein on the underside. When I nip at where his balls hang heavy in the lace, one of his hands comes down to dig into my hair as he grinds down on my face.
There’s spit everywhere, and the sound of Blair moaning and panting above me has my body buzzing with arousal. Not with the desire to come, but with the insistent need to bring him pleasure. I want to be covered in his release. Filled with it.
Is this what sex feels like for other people? This attraction that wants him to absolutely own me, to use me?
He shifts up, and he doesn’t have to say a word for me to push the underwear string out of the way and strain my neck up to lap at his hole. Blair gasps and relaxes his weight so I have easier access, and he opens to me so readily. My tongue slips inside, the muscles constricting around me, but he’s pressing me closer, pushing down until I can barely breathe, and that makes it even better.
I love when he gives in. When he lets me give him what he needs.
When he presses my head into the pillow and pulls away, I’m a panting, sweating, dripping mess, but I’d dive back in for more if he gave me the chance.
“Still green?” he asks, and I look up into those dark, concerned eyes and am filled with so much love for this man that I almost want to abandon the plan and just kiss him into the mattress for the next hour.
But I want this. I want to try.
“Green, Bumble B.”
He groans and slides back down my body, capturing my lips in an aggressive, powerful kiss that begs every part of me to submit. It isn’t even a question. I go lax for him, and he smiles against my mouth.
“So good for me. Stay relaxed, alright? I’m going to touch you. We’ve talked about this. If you need me to stop, just say so. I’ll always welcome you into my body.”
There’s the click of a cap opening, and then a slick finger is pressing into me. It’s not the first time he’s fingered me, so it takes very little for me to open up. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange, like when a hair is tickling your nose. Not bad, just slightly off.
It gets better when he crooks his finger and brushes something that sends electric currents up my groin. A few strokes has my dick red and hard like I’ve never seen it, and as Blair notches another finger at my entrance, he bends forward to take my swollen dick into his mouth.
It’s a collage of pleasure/pain after that. His tongue and throat work my cock while his fingers pump inside me. And then he switches to sucking and stretching my rim at the same time.
By the time I hear the rip of foil and the squelch of Blair slipping the condom on his now uncovered cock, my hole is clenching helplessly around the emptiness.
“I’ll be slow and easy. ‘Yellow’ if you need a break. Alright?”
I nod and reach for him, our lips colliding in a beautiful symphony of ecstasy. He positions me, hooking my ankles around his hips and fitting his dick at my hole. He explores my body with a hand as he gently rolls his hip until the tip slips inside. I gasp into his mouth, and he drags his nails down my chest, distracting me from the pain as he pushes in deeper. When he’s buried to the hilt and his balls are flush against my ass, he pulls away from my perfectly wrecked mouth and lets me gasp in a gulp of air.
He leans back, rubbing his hands over my thighs in soothing circular motions. “Look at that,” he says, a little breathless, face a full flush that spreads down his chest. “You took my cock so good.”
“Not done,” I grunt, rocking down on him and making us both shudder. “I’m okay. Green. Fuck me, Blair. Please.”
He might take it easy for my first time, but there’s nothing shy or hesitant about the way he pulls back and snaps his hips forward. It knocks the breath out of me and makes my gut clench, but it also sends tendrils of pleasure dancing up my spine so I gasp out, “do that again.”
He does without question, starting a slow pattern of slipping out and pumping back in. It’s an intoxicating feeling, being so full of Blair. He doesn’t fuck me hard or fast, careful not to rip the condom with his piercing. He’s already wearing a slightly bigger size to make it less of an issue, and since this time technically isn’t for protection purposes, we aren’t worried about a little cum slipping out.
It’s incredible, and Blair doesn’t comment on how I close my eyes and throw my head back onto the pillow. Moans punch out of my chest at the movement, of how deep he slips inside, and a barrage of firecrackers goes off in my mind. Is it bad I just want to lay here and enjoy it? Enjoy my body taking his cock over and over; enjoy how good my body makes him feel?
I hardly notice my own cock slapping against my stomach, back to its semi-aroused state. It doesn’t deter Blair’s thrusts inside of me, doesn’t falter his pace.
I reach down to hook my hands behind his thighs, slipping my fingers underneath his garters and pulling him forward until he has no choice but to bury himself inside and grind his cock against my quivering walls.
“Impatient,” he mumbles, rocking his hips and throwing his head back. “I know I said I don’t need sex, but fuck if I wouldn’t live in your ass, Atlas Huxley.”
I smile and lift my hands back to his ass, giving them a squeeze and traveling up to cup his back where a plastic wrap covers a pad of gauze. He grins down at me, angling his hips and thrusting his cock into that sweet place that makes my back bow.
“You ready to see it?” he asks, leaning over to capture my lips in a kiss that’s much too soft to match the short, powerful pounding he’s giving my prostate. I can’t even kiss him back let alone answer his question; all I can do is moan and whine into his open mouth. “Give me a color if you want me to come.”
