Page 47 of Dire Straights

My head fell back on the pillow as his motions and words sent electricity spiraling through my blood. When his finger finally breached me, slowly and gently, my abdomen tensed. Reminding myself to breathe and relax, that I’d taken way more than a finger before, I blew out a slow breath.

“This okay?” He asked, eyes searching my face for discomfort.

“It’s good,” I said honestly. “Keep going. I want more. I want you.”

He nodded, lowering his eyes back down to my body. The pressure of his finger magnified as he slipped another in, stroking my inner walls and spreading cool lube inside me. When he hooked them, dragging up toward my abdomen, a strangled gasp tumbled out of my mouth and all my muscles clenched.

“Oh,” he said, sounding surprised. “That was easy. I thought finding it would be hard.”

Only Ren Suzuki could voice such an observation out loud, knuckle deep in my hole, and not be embarrassed about it.

“Keep going,” I repeated, my own voice nearly making me cringe with how desperate I sounded. The slick drag of his fingers was good, but I was aching with need for more.

I didn’t know how much time passed, but by the time he rolled the condom on, I was quivering and shaking. The fat headof his cock lit me up like a Christmas tree when he pressed it against my hole, giving me a pleading look.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes, yes, it’s okay,” I panted out. It felt fucking unreal and he hadn’t even started yet.

With his eyes locked on mine, so dark and intense that it made my heart flutter in my chest, he slowly pushed inside, popping through the tight ring, my muscles stretching to accommodate his girth. Fuck, he was so big. The pressure was unbelievable as he slowly inched his way in, my thighs clenching and relaxing every few seconds, my balls tightening up into the base of my cock with every tense throb.

“Oh mygod,” I moaned, more like a cry, when his head nudged my prostate. Sensation flooded through me, every cell in my body sparking like a lit match. It was so much better than the dildo, not even fairly comparable. His cock was so hot, like a burning spear piercing through me in the best way.

He froze, panting. “S-should I stop here?” He asked, sounding agonized, like if I told him to stop there he would have done it, but it might have killed him.

“Fuck no,” I answered. “It’s so good.” I suddenly wanted him on top of me, crushing me down to the mattress, so I could wrap my arms around him. When I reached out for him, he instantly knew what I wanted, lowering himself down to line his body up with mine. The change in angle had him rubbing against that perfect, mind-bending spot again, dragging more moans out of me that I couldn’t hold back.

Hooking my thighs up around him, I nudged him deeper and deeper into my body, the overwhelming pressure of his size fading into an indescribable sensation. When he bottomed out, and I could feel his balls, full and heavy, pressed against my ass, I shivered. I’d actually taken the whole thing inside, first try.

“Maddy,” he panted against my neck. He sounded drunk, like in an altered mental state. “You’re so tight and so hot. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

His words, incredibly embarrassing but also incredibly vulnerable, hit me straight in the chest like a battering ram. The culmination of every kind word he’d ever spoken to me, every time he’d ever shown me grace and patience for acting like a moron, and every comforting gesture he’d given to me exploded inside me like dynamite, and I suddenly felt frantic. Frantic to come, and frantic to make him come.

“Fuck,” I mumbled out, because it’s all I could say, dragging his face down to mine and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Tearing my hands down to his back, I dug my nails into his skin, urging him to move.

When he finally dragged his cock out, just enough that it could grind against my prostate as he pushed back in, we both moaned into each other’s mouths. It wasn’t graceful or considerate, the way our hips slapped together, too fast and urgent. I dug my heels into his lower back every time he withdrew, unable to stand even that instant of emptiness.

Sweat slicked over both of us as his thrusts intensified, fucking me so hard into the mattress that it almost knocked my headboard against the wall.

The sensation of my prostate being hammered combined with the way my cock, leaking and throbbing between our abdomens, was being ground against with every pump of his hips, felt like it could drive me insane. I was so hard it was almost painful, the need to come so intense I wanted to scream. He reached between us, taking it in his hand and fisting it to the pace of our fucking. It only took a few pumps before every fiber of my being was solely focused in my cock.

“Ren,” I sobbed out his name, the only warning I could give that I was coming. The intensity was staggering, taking overmy whole body so I could feel it vibrating through my abs, my thighs, my shoulders. Everywhere. Come splashed up out of my cock to pepper both our chests, my hole spasming and clenching around him.

His mouth dropped open, the sexiest groan ever pouring out as he stiffened, fingers digging bruises into my hips as he came, burrowing so deep in me that I could feel him in my stomach.

When he finally went limp, collapsing on me like a stone, I raised a weak and shaky hand to pet over his damp hair. We were sweaty and sticky and disgusting but I didn’t have any inclination to move yet. I could still feel his dick twitching and throbbing inside me, a sign that he’d come really, really hard. I had a pretty good hunch that I’d be sore as fuck tomorrow, but it was definitely worth it.

“Hey, so, um…” Of course he would be the one to talk first. I’d barely even caught my breath. “Did that count as my favor?”

A small laugh burst out of me, despite that my lungs were working overtime to get me caught back up. “I think I liked it a little too much for it to be a favor for you, so we’ll say I still owe you one.”

“Oh, good,” he sighed contentedly, nuzzling his face into my neck. He was definitely a cuddler.

“Did you have something in mind?” I wondered. My muscles were limp and felt wonderfully used, like I’d just had the world’s most gratifying workout.

“We can talk about it when we get back,” he said.

“Yeah, okay.”

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