Page 59 of The Lies We Tell Ourselves

“Fuck me. I need to c-come.”

“All in good time, baby. All in good time.”

My ass was throbbing in time with my cock when Dillon’s tongue pushed past the tight ring of muscle. My body locked up tight at the intrusion before bliss flowed through me in drugging waves. He fucked my ass with his tongue until sweat slicked my sin, and I was begging like a whore. His finger teased my rim before it slipped in alongside his tongue and stroked my walls.

“Fuck. Fuck. Now, Dillon. Now,” I demanded and thrust my hips into his face as I tried to ride him from the bottom.

Another finger entered me, and the burn was everything I needed to stop me from splintering into a million pieces. “Such a greedy little hole.” Dillon’s voice was pure sex. My eyes fluttered open to see him kneeling between my legs, eyes fixed on where his fingers entered me. He was enraptured, like a man possessed with a singular focus. Nothing else existed to him but his finger in my ass. It was hot in the extreme. I’d dreamed of moments like this, but they had nothing on reality.

“Jamie?” My eyes snapped up to him at the hesitancy in his voice. “I need to feel all of you.” He licked his lips, groaning at the taste of me on his lips. “I had a full panel before the semester started. I haven’t been with anyone…”

It took my misfiring brain far too long to work out what he was saying, but I eventually put the pieces together. “I want that too.” I shuddered as his finger stole over a part of me that made electricity pulse through me. “I-I’ve never done this, so I’m safe… I don’t want anything between us. Ever.”

His eyes were wide, his fingers in my ass slowly scissoring and stretching me. “E-Ever?” he rasped.

I shook my head. “No. We promised to be each other’s firsts, remember?” Guilt had his open eyes shutting down, and he started to withdraw his fingers from my ass. I clamped my walls around him, keeping him where he belonged. Inside me.

“I-I…” Dillon shook his head.

“Hey, look at me,” I said softly. “That was a promise made as a child who didn’t know what the world would throw at us. I’m not angry you lived your life, babe. In fact, I’m glad you did. I wouldn’t have wanted you to suffer.”

Dillon’s eyes glistened in the muted light, but the anguish that crashed into him was a palpable force. “I… I never enjoyed it. Any of it. I did what I had to, to forget about you.” He winced as the words left his lips. They landed like a sucker punch, but I pushed them aside and focused on him. This moment and us. We would never be the same after this, after I gave him everything I was. My heart was on the line once again, but I trusted him not to break it.

“That’s in the past, Dillon.” I held my hand out to him and cupped his cheek. “Tonight is about us. It’s the beginning of our story.” He turned his head, nuzzled my hand, and placed a kiss on my palm before pulling his fingers from me. The click of a bottle cap made me tense. Cool liquid trickled down my crease and pooled around my entrance.

“I can’t wait to feel your body suck me inside you.” Slick fingers pushed inside me, coating my already stretched walls. Anticipation swelled inside me like a storm. He covered his length in lube and pinched his tip until he flinched. I looked at him with questions in my eyes. “I don’t want to come before I’m buried balls deep inside you, baby.”

“Oh.”

“Are you ready? I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

A blush heated my cheeks at the thought of his dick being inside me, but it had nothing on the way I hungered for the connection. The way I craved to feel him pushing inside me and owning me. “I’m ready, babe. Please.”

He swiped the blunt head of his cock up and down my crease, every pass had my fingers sinking deeper into my skin until his head notched at my hole. His dark eyes were obliterated with lust, filled with a need so fierce it rivaled my own. I nodded my head and bore down as he pushed into me. The burning stretch made me gasp and tense. Dillon wrapped his hand around my softening length and stroked it as he rolled his hips in time with his strokes until he was buried to the hilt inside me.

“Ahh. Fuck. Jamie,” he shouted. His cock throbbed inside me as he heaved lungfuls of air, trying to calm himself. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, crossing my ankles behind his back and pulling him in closer, forcing him deeper. Fuck, I loved being so full of him.

“Dillon. Please. Fuck me. I need you.” His eyes widened, and I nodded, silently begging him. “Please.”

“Fuck. Hold on, baby, because I can’t be gentle with you. I need you too much.” With his words still ringing in my ears, he pulled back until just the tip was inside me before thrusting back in one smooth forceful thrust that pushed me up the bed. A look of reverence stole across his face as perspiration beaded on his brow. I lost myself to the feel of his thick length dragging along my walls as his pace grew more forceful, more demanding, until the sound of skin slapping on skin drowned out our moans.

Grabbing my right leg, Dillon pulled it over his shoulder and changed the angle, deepening his strokes as his fat cockhead hit my prostate on every stroke. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” I chanted in between gasping breaths as he fucked the air right out of me.

“There is no god here. Just me, Jamie.” His large hand wrapped around my throat as he loomed over me. The possessive hold pushed me higher as his hips slapped my ass with every fierce thrust.

“D-D-Dillon,” I groaned and threw my head back. Liquid head pulled at the base of my spine and my cock thickened further. “I-I’m gonna…” His next thrust fractured my mind as my orgasm detonated inside me. I clamped down on his cock, making him groan, but I couldn’t focus on him as my vision whited out and thick ropes of cum spurted from my pulsing dick.

“That’s it baby, come on my cock.” Dillon fucked me through my orgasm, pushing me higher and higher until it felt like I was floating among the stars. He cursed, his thrusts stuttering before his body locked up tight, and he shouted his release. Hot cum filled me as my walls spasmed around him, clamping down on his dick and refusing to let it go. He lived inside me now. “Fuuckk, Jamie.”

My eyes fluttered as a warm cloth ran over my stomach, along my soft cock, and between my cheeks to my aching hole. “I’m so sorry, baby. I was so rough with you, but I couldn’t help myself. You consumed every atom of my being. All I saw was you, all I could feel was you, and I lost myself. I’m sorry.”

I kissed him to shut him up. He tasted like mint as his tongue licked along my bottom lip. Dillon pulled back when I opened for him and chuckled when I huffed. “Happy birthday, Dillon.”

“You need to sleep, little crow. So do I. It’s nearly sunrise.” His voice faded into a dream, one where we were happy and living together. I don’t remember falling asleep because reality felt like the very best dream.

When I opened my eyes again, bright sunlight blinded me until I was seeing stars. I screwed my eyes shut and pulled the covers over my head. The movement of the sheets assaulted me with the scent of sex and Dillon. A wide smile bloomed on my lips as memories of the previous night filtered through my mind. It was so perfect, it felt like I’d gone to heaven, but the twinge in my ass made it real.

“Holy shit.” I giggled as joy radiated through every cell in my body. I felt like I was floating. I didn’t want this blissful moment to end, so I shut my eyes, breathed in our combined scent, and let my memory give me a blow-by-blow replay. My dick thickened against my stomach. I wrapped my hand around it and gave myself a few strokes before swiping my thumb over my leaking tip. It didn’t take long before I spilled all over myself. I sighed as euphoria made me go lax, easing the nervous energy starting to creep up on me.

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