“It’s a very small and perfectly formed cock, thank you very much.” I say cockily, as my dick begs for my hand. But I control myself, because… Well...
I could come. Easily, as he lifts his knees up to his chest, and exposes his, frankly, shockingly hairy hole.
“I should shave you.” I hum. “That would be bloody sexy. Maybe wax all that hair off your arse.”
His hole twitches at that, and yeah, there’s real fear in his eyes, as I shove the dildo back in his mouth to shut up any complaints. He wouldn’t like that, I know that. It’s bad enough when he watches me wax. He watches and squirms and screams, and hides under a cushion, with every rip of the tape.
“Keep it in your mouth.” I say sternly, trying not to laugh as he sucks it like a dummy, and tries to lean up to see what I am doing, as I waggle my finger at him.
“I should blindfold you for this...” I laugh. “…but it’s sexier when you can see.”
“Ahhyliikchtoschee” He says, his mouth full of rubber cock.
“You like to see.” I nod. “Then suck on that cock, baby.”
I’m ridiculous and his chest jumps with giggles as I get busy lubing up the thin prostate wand. It’s a ridiculous-looking thing with a blob on the top, but it works wonders on me, so I’ll try my best to make him… yeah. Like it.
I know he’s not into all of this. He hates the stretch and intrusion, he hates having anything near that precious hole of his, which is ridiculous to me, as I live for having everything and anything shoved there, as long as it’s coated with a bit of lube, and isn’t made of chocolate. That wasn’t sexy whatever Luca says about eating out my hole like it was a very filthy chocolate fountain.
I still stroke my throbbing dick, then pinch it, hoping I will last until I get inside him, because anything else would be…wasteful.
“Spit the dildo out...” I demand, “And hold your knees up against your chest.”
I grab a pillow and try to make him more comfortable, the way he does to me before shoving giant rubber toys up my arse. Or his cock. I’m not picky really, because whatever he shoves up there is usually good enough to make me see stars.
“Now relax.”
He doesn’t.
I spank his arse with the lube tube, and he howls.
“Relax.” I demand. He doesn’t, but I push the wand inside of him as he squirms and moans and breathes. “That’s it,” I soothe. “Gotta get this hole loose and ready for me.”
“Fuck.”
“I know, baby, relax.”
His hole is clenching beautifully around the wand, as I carefully pull it out, then push it right back through the ring of muscle, as he claws at his legs, his fingers grasping at his own skin.
“That’s it. Be brave, baby, it’s just a small wand, and it will start to feel good. Just give it a minute.”
“I’m not… convinced.” He stutters out. “This… part is… weird.”
“Uncomfortable?”
“I’ve got a thing up my arse.”
“Yup.” I smile.
“Come on.” He urges, rolling his hips. “When do we get to the good bit?”
I carefully drag the wand out, and shove it almost violently back in again, as far as I know it should go.
He moans. I laugh. Then I turn the vibration on, and he arches off the bed, kicking his leg out to the side, luckily missing me and avoiding another trip to accident and emergency.
“Calm down, baby.”
“Get it out!” He shouts.
“Absolutely not.” I demand, pushing his legs back into place as the wand happily vibrates inside his arse. “Now the fun starts.”
I fuck him with it, then move it round in circles, relaxing the muscle until it slips in and out with ease.
He moans and complains. I switch the vibration off. Then back on. He moans even louder. I laugh. He sticks his tongue out at me.
I keep going until he’s finally starting to relax, moaning and not jerking away every time I push it fully inside.
“You should see how fucking sexy you look.”
“It’s… not… too bad.” He whispers as I turn the vibration on again, and duck another ill-placed kick.
“Wanna try my dick?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah?”
“Do it.”
His eyes are closed so I take that as a good sign, wriggling around trying to get into a good position. He giggles. I slap his arse.
I don’t use lube. Because I can be a bastard too, and I think perhaps I lubed him up a bit with the wand. I also want him to feel me, tomorrow. And the day after. If I can.
I’m not gentle or careful, and I don’t warn him. Instead, I grab his legs as forcefully as I can, and use my hand to shove my cock inside him in one foul, dirty move that has him roaring with what I hope is more pleasure than stretch. Or pain.
“FUCK!” he roars.
“OH, FUCK!” I shout back.
I’d forgotten about this. The amazing warmth of having your dick shoved into a nice wet, warm, tight hole. I love that it’s him, because, fuck, I love him. I love that it’s me making him drop his legs and wrap them round my hips, so he can force me further inside.
“Hold still, I want to savour this.” He says softly. “I want you to fuck me, really hard. Give it all you’ve got, baby.”
“Who’s in control here?” I scold him.
“Fuck me!”
I respond by giving him a firm slap on his thigh.
“More.” He moans.
“Fucking brat.” Comes out of my mouth.
“Fuck me.” He smiles, then winks. “I need to be taught how to behave, Sir.”
“Don’t mock me,” I warn, trying to remain stern, when I half need to come, half feel faint and half need to fuck the living daylights out of him.”
“I shouldn’t be allowed to chat back to you like this,” he says, in his own Dom voice.
“I can Dom you fine, all by myself. I don’t need your help,” I say back, mimicking his sternness. “Don’t be a brat.”
“Then fuck me, Sir.”
I lean over him, squashing his cock nicely between us, and kiss his stupid face.
“What did you say, my little Dommy brat?”
“Fuck me.” He stares at me, and he’s soo bloody intense that I almost lose it again. My dick is a loose cannon stuck inside him, and my hips are trying to move of their own accord, and there is sweat forming on my forehead, despite the air conditioning blasting though the room, and I swallow loudly as I try to compose myself.
“Gonna fucking come the minute I move.” I whine
“I’m trying to help, to get you to, you know, be rough with me. Slap me. Like I do to you.”
“You’d like me to?”
“You don’t have to ask. I told you, give it to me. Be a bit rough. Show me how you like it, and how far to go. I…”
My hand flies through the air before I can stop myself, landing the perfect slap across his face, leaving a frankly terrifying red blush on his cheek.
He swears loudly, a string of explicit poetry echoing through the room, at the same time as he grunts out, “More,” as I am struggling to hold myself up on one arm.
My hand still aches as I dish out another one with the back of my fingers, leaving nice red lines in his stubble, which I kiss before sticking two fingers straight down his throat.
“Suck them,” I demand, as my hips finally start to roll. I slide out and push back in, leaving me dizzy with arousal.
The third slap is even harder, the wetness of my fingers leaving a delicious sound in its wake, as he shouts in surprise, and pain, and fuck, I don’t know.
“Fucking bossy brat,” I groan out, as I start fucking him the way I like it. Shoving my dick in and out in strong fast movements making my heartbeat race along my aching limbs, as I get up on my knees and try to hold on to his thighs, and rain sharp slaps over his legs in the process.
I don’t last long, my orgasm almost disappointing me in its sharp bur
sts of pleasure, as I pull out and fall back to rest on my haunches, like a worn-out limp mess. I feel about as dominant as a kitten, with my worn-out cock, and the stamina of an eighty-year-old to boot.
I pant, trying to catch my breath. He whines, his legs falling limp on the bed beside me.
“Need to come.” He moans, as I just sit there like a fool.
My beautiful, wonderful, amazing Luca. His face red and wet, his eyes closed, his hands now hanging on to his knees in a futile attempt to raise them back up.
“Hold my head down, and get off in my mouth.” I hiss out, with exhaustion washing over me like a warm blanket.
I need it. I need the taste of him. I need to feel like myself again, and I sigh with sudden relief as his fingers thread through my hair, and the familiar push into my mouth starts, his hands heavy on my head, as he forces me down onto him.
I breathe. Salivate. Gag. Try to cough, yet he won’t let me. His hands push me further down as my throat constricts, and that beautiful sense of panic starts to set in. I can’t breathe, yet air is forcing itself in and out of my nose with noisy breaths. I can’t move as he wraps his legs around my back, locking me further in place. I soar into that state of mind, where I really don’t care, where there is just him and me and delicious bliss. Where I’m just me, and he has all the power in the world. Where everything is black and white and simple.
“Take it. Take all of my cock. Then I need you to swallow it all down. I’m gonna make you lick my cock absolutely clean, don’t wanna see a single drop of that come wasted, is that clear?”
I would answer if I could, but I can’t. I just breathe, my lungs filling and emptying as the static in my brain starts to build. He’s going to make me come, again. Hard and fast. I shuffle a little and manage to wrap my hand around my dick, and give it a few clumsy strokes as I retch again.
He pulls out and gives me a second, rolling himself up into a sitting position, before grabbing a fistful of my hair, forcing my face up, so he can see me.
“Gonna fuck your face so fucking hard. Crazy hard. You gonna be good?”
I cough, because my body does.
He slaps me so hard that I see stars.
“Open.”
I shouldn’t like it, but I do. I love how the pain keeps me sharp, the rush of the violence, the way he is so in control, yet so turned on. I love that his face is flaming, marks from my fingers still visible on his cheeks. I love that he’s wrecked, so close, yet so completely gone in his head.
I love that he gives me exactly what I need, so I look up at him, bite my lips together and wait.
Another delicious slap across my skin as I stroke my dick faster and faster, chasing what I know will put me right over the edge.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he hisses as he raises his hand again, and I scrunch my mouth up as hard as I can, as another blow makes me soar with my nerve endings screaming, and my dick releases a gush of liquid over my fingers.
I pant, trying to compose myself enough, and his fingers stroke my skin, and force my jaw open, just wide enough for him to push his dick through, my lips stinging as he slowly works his way deeper inside.
I come before he even starts to move, crazy sounds trying to escape from my mouth, as I convulse in the aftershocks. My breaths becoming weird groans as my eyes water, and my throat gets coated with come.
I know he’s coming. I know this, because I know him so well. I know the way his body shivers in the middle of an orgasm, and I know how he relaxes his hold on me, and sinks back onto the bed, trying to drag me along, so he can cuddle with me.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers softly. “Are you good?”
“Super.” Someone, who I think is me, whispers back.
“You do realise we are both going to go out looking like shit tomorrow.”
“You are going to wear Speedos with brush marks all down your legs.” I cough out. “I will just be sporting a really weird suntan on my cheeks.”
He laughs softly and drags me up further, so I can kiss his skin.
So, he can kiss mine right back.
“Clear your head, okay?”
“Yeah.”
I know it’s not a cure. I know an hour of sex won’t change the world.
I know my family will never change, and I frankly don’t expect them to.
But I have him. He has me. We’ve got a weekend in the sun, on an island full of promises. Then we’ll go home, and everything will be right in the world.
My body aches with exhaustion as I curl myself into him, letting my head rest on his shoulder.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, as he kisses the top of my head.
“I love you even more,” he whispers back. “Thank you for… you know... topping me. I think, maybe, you can do that again. Another time.”
I smile at his stupidness.
“You hated it.”
“Yeah…” He admits, a cheeky grin on his face. “I don’t…I mean…I suppose…I mostly hated it. I hate stuff up my arse, even if I love your dick.“
“It’s not that bad, you know, being on top, really,” I say, stroking his chest. “Next time I’ll get you to keep that dildo in your mouth, and I saw a really big one online, with a handle, you know, to make it easier to move it. I’ll order one. Mouth full of rubber cock, and arse full of even bigger rubber cock. I might put a cock ring on you to make you last longer.”
He places his hand over my mouth as the laughter spills out of him.
“Next time I will make you wear the ball gag, and treat your arse to that hairbrush, until your skin is all red and sore. Then I’ll put the large plug up your pretty little hole, and use my belt on your thighs until you can’t take it anymore. Then once you are all worn out? Then I’ll fuck you until you scream.”
I squirm, as my dick jumps with interest.
“Tomorrow?” I need a rest. Too exhausted to even think.
“Sleep,” he demands.
So, we do. We sleep as the sun rises into another day. We sleep as people live their lives. We sleep and then we go on to live ours.
Because he loves me. And I love him too. Because he’s mine, and I am his, and I think that might be all we need to be.
Thank you to everyone who has read my books, and thank you for being brave enough to read this one. I hope it made you smile, and perhaps even laugh out loud as Luca and Andreas muddled their way through this whirlwind of a romance.
Andreas and Luca were a challenge to write, as the theme of their story was so out of my comfort zone and knowledge, that I honestly didn’t know where to start. I hope I have done them justice, in their own muddled ways, and I am as much a part of the crew of fools here, diving headfirst into a subject I knew very little about. If I have made mistakes, they are all my own, and at least nobody ended up in the emergency room during the writing of this book.
Thank you to Erika and Jenn for the amazing feedback and beta reading, Ann Attwood for editing, and Katie for proofing. Leslie for once again being patient with my complicated formatting demands, and Aurelia for the fantastic perfect cover.
Look out for the free Chistleworth bonus story, where Charlie will get his happily ever after, coming in January as part of the Winter Wonderland giveaway. The Short story Custard and Kisses is set in the same Chistleworth universe, and is available as a free download from Prolific Works.
Sophia Soames should be old enough to know better, but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.
Her long-suffering husband just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.
She lives in a creaky old house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.
Discovering that the stories in her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis ever and she hopes it may long continue.
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717 miles
717 miles Christmas
The Scandinavian Comfort Series
Little Harbour
Open Water
Baking Battles
In this Bed of Snowflakes we Lie
What if it all goes right?
The Naked Cleaner
The Chistleworth series
Custard and Kisses
Ship of Fools
This thing with Charlie
The Clouds Hotel Series (Coming soon)
Short stories
Honest
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