Page 94 of Ride With Me

Warren swiped his tongue across my rim one more time before turning, setting his teeth into the plumpness of my ass again in a way that I knew would leave marks. “Fuck, you’re so sweet, and I bet you don’t even know. So soft and helpless… I could just…” He was quiet for a moment, then I felt the heated slick of saliva pooling from his lips and falling against my ass. He let go of one cheek, and the sudden pressure of his finger against my entrance was nearly enough to make me whine.

I wanted to squirm back against him—I wanted to fuck myself on his hand and tell him that I liked it rough, that I liked the burn… that I loved the thought of him tearing me apart and me never being able to say a word.

I couldn’t do any of that—I just had to lay there and feel like I was burning alive from the inside out while he thrust his finger into me slowly, and then bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying out when he brought his mouth back and started to lick against my rim again. He worked me open that way for what felt like hours, his finger rocking and his tongue lapping until I was dizzy with want and need, until my cock was so hard that I felt like I would explode from a simple touch… and then the heat of him was gone.

It was sudden, and almost enough to draw me out of the trance I was in. I started to move, to turn and tell him that I wouldkillhim if he quit now, but the pressure of his hand at the base of my spine stopped me.

Warmth spilling through me—heat… a steady pressure that told me he was still here. That he wasn’t finished.

“I could spend all day tasting you like that, Benji. You’re so tight on my tongue, so warm. Someday, I’ll tie you to a bed and make you come from my tongue alone.” The promise made me shiver, but he wasn’t finished. I heard foil rip and the sound of his hand rustling as he rolled on a condom. After a second, I heard another sound… a cap popping.

It made sense that a man on the road came prepared.

The cool feel of lube slicking along my crease was almost enough to make me move again—but his fingers pressing against me and then sliding inside forced me to still myself. He fucked me open in quick, efficient thrusts of his wrist—one finger and then two—pressing the lube inside me and slicking me up. I wanted to fuck myself on his hand, but he was gone before I had a chance to give into the temptation, leaving me wet and open andwaiting.

He was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t say a damn word about it. Being chained from the promise of pleasure alone was such a heady thing.

“Look at you, baby,” he murmured. “I’m going to split you open.” For all the filth that he spoke, his voice never rose above that low growl. If I’d actually been asleep, it wouldn’t have woken me—it would have seeped into my dreams like some incubus, ready to suck the life from me one drop of cum at a time.

I shifted, just slightly, angling my hips up again to beg him without words.

Please,I said when he seized my ass cheeks and spread them wide.

Fuck me, I demanded, and clenched my hole around nothing. He made a noise behind me and moved—the sudden press ofhis fat cockhead against my entrance tore a moan up my throat, trapped at the back of my tongue.

But the sensation of him thrusting forward with no warning, of his dick doing exactly what he’d promised and splitting me open finally forced a sound out of me.

The air punched from my lungs on a half-bitten moan, and my fingers twisted in the sheets.

Above me, Warren didn’t seem to care. He held my ass cheeks wide, and I could almost picture what he was seeing—my hips in the air, his cock disappearing inside of me over and over again as he thrust hard and fast. He’d teased me to the point that I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to fly over the edge.

I wanted him to come with me.

I wanted him to want thisagain.

An involuntary shudder tore through me as he shifted his angle, and the glide of his cock pegged my prostate. He was watching me, because a low growl of approval played at my nerve endings. He stayed locked in on that place, fucking into me until I was panting, whining, until I couldn’t contain my sounds anymore and it was only the pillow against my face that didn’t completely ruin the charade we were playing.

“I want to fuck you every night,” Warren whispered behind me. “I want to fuck you and fill you up and leave you wet and dripping with my cum. I want you to wake up in the morning and not know why you feel so full, baby.” He rolled his hips and thrust again, and I could feel my body starting to tingle, to tighten. I could feel myself starting to let go. “Fuck, Benji. You make me want to lose control, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing… but I can’t help it.” He shifted his body, and the sudden warmth of his big hand wrapping around my cock and squeezing was too much.

He didn’t have to jack me off. He didn’t have to do anything—that heat alone pushed me over the edge.

I came on a cry that made my throat feel raw from swallowing it down, but I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting, couldn’t stop myself from fucking into his hand as he completely let go. He lifted his fingers to cut off my cry, stuffing his cum-soaked digits between my lips and feeding me back the taste of my own desire. I couldn’t resist sucking hard, and didn’t stop him when he thrust so deep into my throat that I gagged around his hand and swallowed so he would give me more. He finger-fucked my mouth with the rhythm of his hips, and I waslost.

Warren wasn’t trying to be easy anymore. He wasn’t trying to be anything. He fucked me hard and fast, and the panting of his hot breath against the back of my neck was the pace that seemed to dictate the thundering of my heart.

When he jerked back and I heard the snap of a condom being ripped off, I felt my body seize in pleasure again at the hot spatter of cum that landed on my lower back, across my ass cheeks.

Warren’s breath was heavy behind me, then he shifted again. The heat of his tongue chased the pleasure he’d spattered my skin with. He took his time, licking me clean so slowly that I was half worried I’d get hard again. With a low groan, he ran his tongue along the crease of my ass one more time, dipping it into my worked hole and lapping an apology for how hard he’d fucked me with the sweet heat of his mouth… and then he slid back up along the length of my body.

When his arm wrapped around my waist and he rolled me over gently, I knew what I needed to do.

I knew what game we were still playing—we were both breathing hard, drenched in sweat and smelling like sex… and I blinked my eyes open slowly, like I’d just woken up.

“Mm, did you say something, Warren?”

Pleasure danced through his eyes, and he shook his head slowly. “I think you were dreaming.” His gaze was fixated on my lips, swollen and slicked with cum.

“Was I?” I stretched in his arms and wriggled closer to him, sliding my leg between his and entangling our lower bodies. It brought my mouth inches away from his.

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