Page 67 of Dire Straights

“Hey,” I greeted Ren in surprise when I opened my door, closing it behind me. Sitting in my desk chair, he put down his phone, a slow, happy smile carving across his face as he took in my appearance. “I didn’t know you were back yet.” We’d been texting back and forth all day, like always, but he hadn’t mentioned when he’d arrived.

“Surprise,” he answered, standing up and moving toward me. His eyes were dark and intense already, locked on mine. Suddenly feeling exposed, I swallowed as heat crept over my skin.

“Ren, y-” I broke off as he covered my mouth with his, sliding his hands up into my hair to anchor me. All my thoughts slid out of my head as his tongue thrust into my mouth like he was fucking it. Gripping onto his shoulders for balance, I whimpered as he nudged the towel away from my body. Cold air washed over me, making me shiver. There was something kind of embarrassing about being totally naked while he was stillcompletely clothed but he didn’t let me focus on the thought as he kept melting my brain with his tongue.

“You really missed me, huh?” I tried to inject humor into my voice to lighten the sudden intensity in the air when we broke apart to breathe, even though my dick was already hard and throbbing. But if he understood my attempt, he didn’t show it.

“Very much,” he answered, his voice a low, rasping growl. His eyes were still locked on mine as he reached for me, running his palms down my body possessively, like he was reminding me that he was the only person that had ever fucked me. A chill snaked up my spine, but I felt my cock swell up even more. “And then you come in here like this, after I spent all break missing you.”

“Ah, I… Um.” I felt myself stammering like a complete moron, but my brain wasn’t exactly functioning at peak performance level. “I didn’t know you were in here, so…”

“And I think you missed me a lot too, right, Maddy?” He asked, completely ignoring my assertion.

I started to answer, but let out a gasp when he slipped his hand between my thighs, cupping my sac and pressing his fingers against my hole, giving it a firm stroke.

My knees went to jelly and I could feel myself clenching against his fingertip, but I forced myself to talk. “You know I did.” Holy fucking shit, what was he doing to me?

“Did you miss this part of me?” He asked, grasping my wrist with his free hand and pulling so my palm was pressed against the thick outline of his cock in his jeans.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, rubbing my palm over it, trying to squeeze my fingers around, but his jeans were too tight. I’d never been so hard in my life, or so I thought, until he said his next sentence.

“I think you should show me how badly you missed me.”

My breath huffed out, my chest pounding. I didn’t know what to say or do, other than sink down onto my knees. My fingers trembled as I fumbled with his button, then dragging his zipper down so his cock could spring free. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I breathed in the scent of his skin, gripping him at the base.

“Get it really wet, okay, Maddy?” He ended the sentence like it was a question, but it didn’t feel like one. It felt like an order, one I wouldn’t even think about disobeying.

With his fingers curling into my short locks of hair, I ran my tongue up the length of it, laving the head to sweep up the precum he’d already leaked out. I was pretty sure he didn’t want me teasing him or taking my time, so I opened wide to suck in as much as I could, until his fat head was nudging the back of my throat.

Taking him in and out, loving the slick glide of his cock between my lips, I moaned. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me still as his hips gently rocked into me, cramming his cock deeper. My eyes watered with the effort it took not to gag and choke on him, my fingers digging into his thighs to help me keep my balance. After what felt like a short time, he was pulling me up, his cock releasing from my mouth with a wet pop, and maneuvering me toward the bed.

“Stay like that,” he commanded, when I stumbled onto the mattress on my hands and knees, via his guidance.

My hole clenched, like my body knew I was about to get pounded. Panting from the exertion of practically choking on his cock, I turned back to watch him shed his clothes. He was definitely in a hurry. When he settled behind me, the anticipation was so strong I was practically quivering, my breath tearing out in sharp bursts.

My cock felt heavy between my legs, ready to burst. I wanted him stretching me out so bad, I was aching for it. I would have begged for it if he’d asked me.

I felt his thumbs on my ass, spreading me open, before I felt his hot tongue on my rim.

“Fuck,” I panted out, digging my fingers into the sheets under me as he licked me over and over. “That feels so fucking good, Ren.”

Unable to stand the overwhelming pressure in my groin as his tongue sent spirals of pleasure into my balls with every lick, I reached between my legs, stroking my fist over my leaking cock. He smacked my hand away, dragging a frustrated groan out of me.

“I don’t want you to come yet,” he said. His words had an apologetic twinge to them, but it didn’t exactly take the sting out. “You want it that bad?”

“Fuck,yes.Just fuck me. Please.”

To my intense relief, he reached past me to open my drawer with the lube in it.

“Did you mean what you said, about wanting my come in your ass?” He asked, reminding me that I’d blurted that out during our Facetime session without meaning to. But I was feeling even more mindlessly needy now than I was then.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“So it’s okay if I don’t use a condom?”

“It’s okay,” I confirmed, gasping and jerking at the splash of cold lube on my hole. He passed over my prostate as he prepped me with his fingers, over and over until I collapsed forward onto my elbows, my ass tilted up into the air. When he finally lined his cock up and started pushing it into me, I could have cried.

His groan was so deep and so feral, I felt my cock throb between my legs at the sound of it. “Your ass is so good. Fuck, Maddy.”

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