“You gonna let me fuck you here?” he asked, pressing the tip of his peen right up against my balloon knot.
“Mmm. Maybe,” I teased.
“I seem to remember you begging me to do it this morning...”
I snickered. “I can’t be held responsible for the things I agree to while mid-orgasm.”
“Well, now that you have your wits about you,” he said, sliding his soapy fingers across my clit, “can I get a definitive yes?”
I started rocking against the motion of his hand, reveling in the little earthquakes he was encouraging in my belly, loving the sweet pressure of his cock nudging against my back door. It already felt pretty amazing, but I was understandably a little hesitant. “Will it hurt?” I asked.
“Not if we do it right.”
I was uneasy about it, but mostly, I was curious. Jesse had already taken me to places I’d never been before, why not let him visit a place no one else had ever been before? Before I could fully explore the thought, my mouth answered on its own. “Okay.”
He slid his hands up my arms, raising them over my head, grasping my wrists and pressing his body against me, flattening the length of my front against the tile wall. My heart was beating out of my chest as he reached above my fixed palms and pulled two circular things off the hooks on the wall above them. I quickly registered that they were cuffs of some sort, attached by two thick chains that met near the ceiling. There were also numerous handle-looking things placed sporadically along the upper part of the wall as well. I don’t know how I missed them before. I was probably too mesmerized by his gorgeous bod, and I guess my peripheral vision had simply registered it as some kind of art.
Wrong!
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice shaking, hopeful.
I think I managed to squeak out a “Yes,” but who the hell knows. I was too fixated on my frazzled nerves. He clapped the padded cuffs around my wrists as a familiar throbbing hammered between my thighs. I was excited and scared and completely turned on. I was learning that fear of the unknown was one hell of an aphrodisiac. What did that say about me?
At that moment, I didn’t really care. The fact was, I’d long since made the decision to give myself over to Jesse completely. He hadn’t disappointed me yet.
I looked over my shoulder to find him squirting a bottle of clear gel into his hand. “You keep lube in the shower?” I asked.
He snickered. “Not normally. I just hoped we’d end up here at some point tonight. I was dying to try out my newly customized shower stall.”
The space was more “watery fuck-box” than shower stall, but okay.
He rubbed the silicone gel around my holiest of holeys, slipping one of his fingers inside to lube up my tight opening. The delightful pressure made me hyper-aware of my pulsating bunghole. He fingered me for a minute before pulling out, causing a shudder to race along my sensitized nerve endings.
He ran his palm along the length of his dick, then positioned it against my ass. “We’re gonna take this nice and slow. I want you to tell me everything you’re feeling. If you need me to stop at any time, just say so. Okay?”
There was a nervous knot in the pit of my stomach, so all I could manage was a head-nodding, “Okay.”
I clamped my eyes closed and flattened my cheek against the wall as I waited for the inevitable pain. I tried to play it cool, but my vibrating body could hardly escape his notice as he pressed the tip of his dick inside. There was pressure, but no undue discomfort, and I started to think that maybe this could happen after all. But Jesse didn’t push in any further. It must have been torture for him to hold out, but he kept himself still as he slipped his hands around to my front. One palm grasped my breast and the other went straight for my lady-garden.
“You okay?” he asked, running a finger through my slit.
“Mm hmm. Mmmm...” I moaned unabashedly.
Jesse pinched my nipple as he rubbed my clit. “How ‘bout now?”
“Yesss.”
I got so caught up in the sensation of his hands that I didn’t even realize I’d been pressing my backside against him. With every nudge, his thick cock had been making a leisurely slide further and further inside me. He kept up the motion of his skilled fingers, rubbing my pinkest part, sliding a finger inside my hot cunt. My body strained to accommodate his girth as I felt an overwhelming feeling of fullness, but not all-out pain. Every extra centimeter that his dick entered me was only slightly more uncomfortable than the last. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Besides, I was so caught up in the pounding of my throbbing vag that it all managed to feel amazing.
“How we doing?” he asked through sandpaper, his voice hoarse and hungry.
“Good. So good,” I scratched back.
All I knew was that I wanted to feel him deep inside, fucking me hard. The impulse overwhelmed me. I pressed back with purpose, corkscrewing his dick further into my ass.
Jesse took the cue and thrust his hips forward, burying his pork sword to the hilt. There was a flash of white-hot ache until my body was able to become familiar with the new sensation. The pain quickly subsided once I allowed myself to appreciate how incredible it felt.
He started rocking against me slowly as his hand sped up against my clit. He was the one trembling this time, a realization that almost made me come right then and there. His breathing was hard against my ear—primal, animal sounds that shook me to my core as he pounded into my puckered starfish again and again and again.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” he said on a series of thrusts, slamming into my ass, fucking me hard.
I rocked back against him, taking him deep, loving the invasion of his huge cock in my ass and his fingers fucking my cunt. The water rushed over us as my tits smashed against the hard tile with every plunge; my wrists protested in their restraints. “Fuck me hard, Jesse.”
Jesse impaled me with his dick, balls-deep as he slammed himself inside, grunting on every thrust, swearing against my ear. He pulled his fingers out of me and pinched my nips tightly, sending a shockwave straight to my core.
A chain of obscenities spewed from my mouth, over and over again as my insides throbbed and my bones abandoned me. I could feel my nerve endings gathering at my center, twisting, tightening, until—“Oh God! Oh fuck! Ohhh!”—everything detonated outward in an apocalyptic explosion as the universe shattered around me. I screamed and cursed and slumped against the wall, my body supported by nothing more than the restraints at my wrists and Jesse’s superhard dick.
He pulled out and spun me around to face him, and I probably looked no better than a slab of meat on a butcher’s hook—spent, exhausted, sated.
I got a bit of a second wind as I watched him soaping up his cock, the frothy bubbles gliding across his thick member. God, this man was so beautiful. It really wasn’t fair that my body managed to lose all control around him.
“You didn’t wait for me,” he slithered, a wicked smile decorating his gorgeous face.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just let me fuck you ‘til I come.”
I really didn’t know how much more I could take. But Jesse stepped closer and slid his hot cock inside its proper hole, and I found I had more energy than I thought. It was impossible to avoid turning into a horny slut whenever that boy came near me. He guided my feet to the strategically placed ledges situated on either side of the stall, gripped the handles on the wall next to my head, and proceeded to thrust that massive member in and out of my body.
Every time he entered me, my back raised against the wall. Every time he pulled out, my slack form sank down onto him. Once he really got going, it caused my body to bounce up and down in a steady rhythm, repetitively impaling me on his cock. I tried to use the ledges at my feet for leverage, but between Jesse’s incessant thrusting and my fatigued muscles, I had no control over the situation. I swung like a pendulum from the restraints, and my shoulders felt as if they were ripping from their sockets as my back slammed mercilessly against the hard tile, but
I reveled in the pain, feeling everything. His pace picked up as he pounded into me with fevered madness, screwing me with abandon, driving the both of us over the edge. It was like he was trying to fuck all remaining thought out of my head.
Not a far stretch.
I was already exhausted from the first orgasm, but sure enough, my body was gearing up for a second. Just as the stirring started, however, Jesse wrapped an arm tightly around my waist, making animalistic noises against my neck, grunting, swearing, “Oh fuck, Sugar... I have to... I’m gonna come so fucking hard...”
At the last second, he pulled out and fisted his dick as jets of hot cum spurted across my skin, decorating my belly like a monochromatic Jackson Pollock painting.
He was as wasted as I was, but he managed to release me from the restraints, the both of us breathless, speechless. My body had gone limp; I was barely able to hold myself upright as I rinsed off. But Jesse had a towel waiting for me, so I slumped into his chest and let him wrap me in his arms. He took such care to pat me dry, kissing every inch of my heated skin as he did so.
My emotions got the best of me in that moment. I don’t know if it was simply post-orgasm release or something more, but my eyes started to well up with tears. I felt so completely connected to him. So perfectly matched. So very adored. Awestruck.
“Fuck it. You’re right.” Jesse’s comment knocked me out of my musing.
“Right about what?”
“That we’re more than just sex.” His proclamation startled me, even moreso because his voice was shaking.
“I never said that.” I’ve thought it, but I never said it.
“You didn’t have to. I can see it every time you look at me. And the thing is, I’m crazy about you right back, Stef. Have been for a long time, in fact.”
“You what?”
“You heard me.”
“I’m not sure I did!”
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me again. “You never knew me before. I wasn’t always this asshole who had to stick his dick into every woman he met. Even after the breakup with Misty, I didn’t go off the deep end. But then I met you, and you were so not interested, and I knew I didn’t stand a chance. I’ve been trying to fuck you out of my mind ever since.” He dropped his head and shook it, running a hand over his damp hair. “But now... Now that I’ve had the real thing? There’s no going back for me.”
His confession was mind-blowing. He’d been “crazy about” me all this time? Through all his snarky comments and all my bitchy retorts... All these months of me being a cold-hearted cuntsicle... and the whole time, he wanted me? “Does that mean...?”
“If you’re in, I’m in.”
“We don’t even like each other.”
“Wrong. We’re in love with each other.”
My eyes went wide at his pronouncement. I knew he meant what he said because Jesse wasn’t a liar. In fact, he tended to be too honest. And here he was, tossing out the L word. As disbelieving as I wanted to be, the fact was, I knew he was telling me the truth. And—God help me—I was pretty sure I felt the same.
Didn’t stop me from messing with him, however. “Two. Hours.”
“Huh?”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “It only took you two hours to go from chastising me for talking about our ‘relationship’ to telling me you’re in love with me.”
He snickered. “That’s what an asshole looks like when he’s trying to play it cool. It’s a piss-poor defense mechanism; I’m sorry. I just didn’t think you could ever be mine.”
“What the hell happened in the past two hours that changed your mind about that?”
“I told you. I can see it. Am I wrong?”
I could have played it cool but what would be the point? He was right. He deserved to hear it. I bit my lip, scared to admit it, but forcing myself to do it anyway. “No. You’re not wrong.” I knew I was fishing, but I didn’t care. I wanted to hear him say it again. “Do you really think you’re in love with me?”
In true Jesse fashion, he managed to sound sweet and sexy all at the same time as he answered, “Come to my bed. Let me prove it to you. I want to do more than just fuck you tonight.”
I LET JESSE LEAD me to his bedroom as a nervous anticipation swirled in my gut. I guess I was expecting a full-on sex dungeon, and I was unsure how whips and chains would factor into our “lovemaking.” But instead, I was met with a modest space decorated in gray and black. No handcuffs on the nightstand. No sex swing in the corner. Just a regular old bedroom that would lead anyone to believe Jesse was just a regular old guy.
But I knew better.
The fuzzy thoughts were short-lived, however, once I realized my stomach was still in knots. Yesterday, I was nervous about fucking Jesse, but it was nothing compared to the fear of actually making love to him tonight. I took a look at his humongous bed, and anxiously pulled the towel a little tighter across my chest. Where the enemy sleeps.
The thing was, after only one short day, Jesse wasn’t my enemy anymore. I guess he never was. My mind replayed all the beautiful things he’d said to me—I’m a one-woman guy. I’m crazy about you. We’re in love with each other—causing a delicious ripple to shiver down my spine. The thought that he had such strong feelings for me was both humbling and gratifying all at once.
He rested a hand on my shoulder as he leaned in to kiss me tenderly, allowing my brain to chill out. His lips were warm and sweet as his fingers slipped into my damp hair and pulled me closer, locking our mouths together. I thought I’d been kissed by this man in every way possible, but here he was, surprising me yet again. His movements were attentive and adoring, patient and reverent.
Time stopped as he peeled off my towel, pulled the comforter from his bed, and lay me down on his cool white sheets, my damp hair splaying across his pillows. He took a moment to appreciate the view, a wicked lip curling as he said, “You are so beautiful, Stef.”
Not “Sugar.” Not “Cupcake.” Not any of the nicknames he’d bestowed upon me over the past year. For now, fun and games were over.
The expression on his face was entirely too serious for my comfort as he stripped the towel from his hips and let it drop to the floor. I was struck yet again by the sight of that goddamned body. It was seriously the craziest thing I’d ever seen. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to how perfect it was.
He climbed on top of me and brushed a soft kiss across my collarbone, the heat from his mouth in contrast to my chilled skin. He moved his lips over to my shoulder, up to my neck, finally meeting my mouth. He braced his arms on either side of my head as the kiss picked up a bit of steam, and I found myself getting swept away by how sweet it all was. Jesse was a sexy bastard, but here he was, intent on showing me his softer side, and it was almost as erotic as any of our past encounters.
“I’m crazy about you, Stef. Just kissing you is already driving me crazy.”
His peen must’ve been crazy about me too, because I could feel the stiff length of him rubbing against my thigh.
A moan escaped from my throat as I wrapped my arms around him and opened my mouth against his. I pulled him in closer, loving the feel of his bare skin against mine, the weight of him on top of me, of his words, reveling in the tiny bolts of lightning that were shooting through my belly.
His mouth moved down to my neck, licking and tasting and biting as his palm cupped my breast. His lips found their way there, too, and his hot breath caused a shiver to race along my skin as my back arched toward him. He sucked the tip hard, shooting sparks straight to my core, and holy Jesus I might very well come just from this.
He worked his mouth down my torso, planting soft licks against my abdomen on his way to my hips, my thighs. Gently, he kissed the spot in between, which almost launched me off the bed. “Oh God, Jesse. I’m already so close.”
He chuckled against my pinkest part as his scruffy jaw scratched my inner thighs. Even that felt phenomenal, the abrasiveness heightening every sensation he was stirring within me. He li
cked me from crack to clit, flattening his tongue and applying more pressure against my wet pussy, enthusiastically lapping away and causing me to groan. It was all I could do to keep myself still enough to let him do his thing. My hands fisted in the sheets and I bit my lip as his movements picked up speed. Purpose. Determination.
Jesse switched tactics and started fucking me with his mouth, plunging his tongue in and out of my quivering hole. My head thrashed back and forth on the pillow as the electric charges raced along every nerve ending. And then, without warning, he sucked my clit between his lips and rolled his tongue around the tightened bud.
I saw God.
An inhuman sound roiled from the deepest recesses of my soul as a blinding white flash exploded behind my eyes. I grabbed Jesse’s hair in my fist and pulled his face right into my wet cunt, causing him to let out with a heated growl that reverberated throughout my insides. He threw my legs over his shoulders and just went to town on my convulsing vag, his palms gripping my hips as his face buried between my thighs, riding out my climax.
My control already relinquished, Jesse slid his body up the length of mine, slipping his hard cock between my wet thighs, sliding it against my sensitized skin. He devoured me with his mouth, ramming his tongue deep inside as a distinct humming vibrated in the back of his throat. He pulled back enough to whisper against my lips, “That was quite a show, Stef. I could go down on you all night.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Maybe later. I’m too fucking hard right now I might explode.”
We chuckled as I pulled his mouth to mine again, totally making out with his face. He hooked a hand under my leg and hitched it over his hip, grinding himself into me. Wet-humping. Nice. I was writhing underneath him, sweaty and slippery and out of my mind, and somehow, the tip of his cock managed to just... slide in.
We both froze in that instant, with the first inch of his cock breaching my entrance and the both of us staring into each other’s eyes. I could feel him throbbing against my sensitive rim, his body craving to push in further, but he refused to break.
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