Page 122 of Cross To Bear

Part of me worried if Maddie was up for the task, feeling like I’d have to lock away a part of myself and let it atrophy because it made her uncomfortable, but while my head had been spinning with all these possibilities, my girl came in and moved me through the simplest of instructions and yet I’d never been hotter. I would’ve said yes to fucking anything right now, but her hands on my arse? I knew I wanted it, knew I needed it as soon as her thumbs began to move.

I’d never heard another bloke talk about it before, but it was like there was this fucking ache all the way down my cock, only to disappear somewhere deep inside me beyond my balls, right up until the moment a girl showed me what my prostate could do. I saw fucking stars as I became all too aware of parts of my body I’d ignored before this. Now every time I came, I felt like it resonated all the way through me, not just my dick. But to feel her stroke it directly. My cock felt like it was leaking in a near constant stream of anticipation.

“Yes, Maddie, please.”

I forced those words out and only those words, because otherwise the rest would come. How much I fucking wanted her, needed her, but specifically this. Something to defuse the terrible tension that felt like it’d been building up inside me since the day at the studio. I was a keg, ready to go off and I needed her to light my fuse.

“So polite…” Her little chuckle was like a flurry of light caresses all over my body. I loved that I was the one that made her laugh. But my back arched and I leaned into her hand, cuing just how keen on this idea I was.

The big bottle of lube sitting on my bedside table was probably a clue. I felt my skin cool as she pulled away, but she returned quickly enough, the sharp pop of the lube bottle cap making me jump.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

My eyes fell closed as my heart took her words and pulled it close, cradling it against my chest. I needed that, needed that certainty. But right as I was blissing out on that, something slick and wet slid across my skin.

“Fuck…”

I couldn’t keep it in, I couldn’t, the word escaping me.

“Shh…”

She stroked my back in soothing movements, but her other hand pressed down, her thumb tracing the shape of the ring of muscle. I was clenched too tight, my balls boiling, my cock ready to explode and as if recognising that, more lube was poured out and a slick hand covered my shaft.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I kept chanting that inside my head, the word a rope thrown out in a stormy sea, the only thing helping keep my head above water. I was this fucking close to losing it. The bear paced back and forth, back and forth, not knowing what the fuck was going on. He was about ready to erupt from my flesh, only her sure touch enough to settle him. In my mind’s eye, he stared me down, making clear what I had to do. Whatever punishment my mate chose to inflict on me, I needed to weather it. I got a little huff along with that, as if reminding me of the torture I’d put Maddie through. I was just about to start babbling out pleas for forgiveness when her finger pushed inside me.

How did she know…? She found the spot that ached inside me, rubbing back and forth, then hooking her fingers like a baculum to dig in deeper. I wasn’t embarrassed to admit I cried out then, the relief, the ecstasy and then resulting frustration as she slowed her movements, precluded anything else. I was always completely and utterly hers before this point, but now I was gone.

There was no Crash, no Cayden, just an endless sea of pleasure, tugging me along in its inexorable tide.

“You’re doing so well.” Her praise radiated like the sun, warming me through. “Do you think you can take another finger?”

I could do whatever the fuck she wanted, I was sure of that. Slay a dragon, bring her the head of her enemies, her every wish my command, but all I could do right now was nod. She pulled her finger free, making me sob from the lack, right before applying more lube and then pushing back in.

Jesus fucking Christ, if her come hither movement was rocking my world beforehand, it was tearing me apart now. I couldn’t miss the sweep of two fingers. I felt full, so fucking full of pleasure, of bliss, of her. As if in recognition of that, cum came spurling out the end of my dick, not in orgasmic pulses, though it felt similar, but instead in one long, rope of pleasure. It didn’t have a beginning or an end like an orgasm would, instead the heady heights you felt just before you blew stretched on and on. I was mumbling some shit, unable to stop, praying to dark gods or fucking Maddie, I didn’t know. I was almost feverish with pleasure, sweat prickling right across my skin, when her hand around my dick moved.

I couldn’t fucking stand it anymore. I was gonna blow, I just was. I let every muscle go limp, let the pleasure spike hard, ready to surrender to it when she snatched her hand away. My cock lurched in the air, about to splatter the bed below, but not able to without stimulation from her. Instead I just hung there, waiting.

She appeared at my head, not where I needed her, smirking down at me as I stared at her with bleary eyes.

“Imagine how good it will be when I finally let you come.”

Her words were a promise and a death sentence all in one.

“No, Maddie, please.”

“I’ll stop as soon as you say so.” Her smile faded as her expression grew serious. “I can’t do safe words and any of that right now. No means an immediate stop to everything.”

Stop everything was all my brain heard.

“More,” I said, wanting to flip the roles now, snatch back the control I’d given her, even though I knew it’d all fall apart if I did. The crystalline pleasure she created in my body every time she touched me.

“OK, you can have more, if you’re a good boy. Don’t come until I say you can.”

I was kicking my own arse for ever introducing this idea to her, even as I felt her hands roam my body.

“I’ll be good,” I whispered right before she went back to work.

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