Page 77 of Sleep

I hadn’t realised I’d been grunting and groaning in pleasure.

“I’m going to play with you. If anything is too much, say stop.”

“Like a…safe word?”

They stopped and looked up at me, an amused smile on their face. We were in the dark, but the light of the city spilled across the apartment, painting us in its soft, blue glow. “Exactly. I don’t know you well enough yet to get this right, so I will push you. But you have to set the limits.”

“Okay,” I breathed out.

“I trust you to guide me here.”

“Thank you.”

“You need to trust me too, Jonny. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I answered truthfully, which was strange. Objectively, it wasn’t that long since I’d existed in a world where Mabel Donovan was part of my life, but I liked it.

No, I loved it.

More noises. I did my best to stifle them, but it was difficult with that warm wetness engulfing me. I had no control over the way my body was reacting. My neck craned back of its own volition, and my nipples were hard, I discovered, when my fingertips found their way to teasing those hard nubs.

“Pinch them,” Mabel said before swallowing my cock back down, ridiculously deep. My leg reflexively kicked out. They were holding my other foot down, causing me to slide to the side. Oh God. I couldn’t stay still. But I did what they told me to do and pinched hard enough that I moaned.

“Shhh. Don’t wake the kids.”

Kids? What kids? Oh, yes. Kids. I laughed, then swallowed my breath as they licked down over my balls. I gasped and flailed some more, my back arching off the sofa.

I loved the way their fingers gently parted my bum cheeks while their tongue lapped underneath my balls and up over them, rewarding my poor, neglected penis with a full, deep kiss.

God, I loved this. I loved having my balls played with, what they were doing with their tongue. I willingly spread my legs, shuffling down another inch or two, begging with my body for them to give me what I wanted. This. All of this.

Sex was fun. It had never been fun before, but it was with Mabel. They slid up on top of me, rubbing their shaft against my stomach, and my mouth was on theirs, or maybe theirs was on mine? What did I know? I didn’t care where that mouth had been because the whole naughtiness of what we were doing was the biggest turn-on.

“I’m going to get some lube when I’m out tomorrow,” they said. “The good stuff that’ll get you all nicely wet and ready and—”

“Yes!” I gasped out as they kissed down my neck, my hand on my cock, theirs on theirs. Maybe it should have been the other way around. Or maybe not…because just watching them handle themselves, the way their fingers worked the head, the hand sliding down…

I wanted it back in my mouth. Or did I want mine in theirs?

The details didn’t matter, I just wanted…this. Their mouth so close to mine, lips softly nudging mine.

“Next time, with all that lube?” they huffed out, holding my gaze.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to finger you. Just loosen you up down there, get all those juicy nerve endings around your passage on fire. Nothing hardcore. Just…get you—”

Oh, God. Putting that vision in my head after the way they’d worked me up, all my no-penetration rules went straight out the window and evaporated miles above the skyline, and that enormous roar… Yes, it was me, because as I spilled my load over my stomach, I wanted all of that. I wanted my backside in the air getting completely destroyed and whatever pain would go with that. I wanted my hands on their chest, exactly the way I was positioned right now, with their cock inside of me, the two of us joined together, all sweaty and raw and primal and making me feel like this. Free. Alive.

Human.

My body was still on fire as Mabel’s orgasm tore through them, all shivers and hard breaths and their lips crushed against mine in a kiss that took my breath away before they collapsed on top of me, far too heavy, but it was a weight I welcomed. I was sticky, exhausted, full of feelings I wasn’t quite ready to acknowledge or admit to out loud.

Maybe one day.

Keeping my sticky hands in the air, I stroked their back with my forearms, my legs bending around them in some kind of double-limbed attempt at hugging.

I was a hugger. How had I never known that before? I needed hugs. Their skin on mine. This closeness.

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