Page 68 of Dire Straights

My moans were loud and insanely embarrassing in my ears, but I couldn’t hold them back. It felt even better without a condom, his cock even hotter inside me, stretching me out with so much heat that my eyes and mouth watered. The sting was so good. The drag of his movements stimulated my prostate at a constant pace, the sensation so overwhelming that it sent an orgasm crashing over me with no warning. All my muscles clenched, my hole spasming around his thick length as I gasped and cried into the sheets.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he rolled into me, drawing it out so I kept coming and coming, until it was borderline painful.

“W-wait,” I panted, feeling like I was close to blacking out. “I need a minute.” Having his cock pressing into my spot right after coming was too much.

“Sorry, Maddy,” he apologized, but didn’t stop moving inside me. Pulling out until only his tip was in me, he pushed back in, lighting up all my nerve endings one by one, lighting them on fire until my brain was blinking out. “I told you not to come yet.”

“Ren.” His name tumbled out of my mouth in a pathetic whine, but I was glued there, trapped by his hands gripping my waist, anchored by his cock filling me up.

“I want you to do it again,” he panted out, pounding into my prostate so hard it was sizzling, the sound of his balls smacking into my ass punctuating every rough thrust. “And this time, your tight little ass is going to milk every drop of come out of me. Can you do that, Maddy?”

“Yes.” What the fuck else was I supposed to say?

It didn’t take too long until another orgasm started building in my spine, radiating out to pulse in my balls. By this point, I was practically mindless, murmuring out little pleas and broken sentences.

When it hit me, the sensations were as intense as always, dragging sounds from my throat and clamping my ass around Ren’s cock. His hips stuttered against me, his whole form stiffening as he came. The hot spurts of come felt like lava against my sensitive walls, but it was so fucking sexy, feeling him spill out into me like that.

When he was done shooting his load, he slumped against me, but kept a tight grip on my hips, like he didn’t want to slip his softening cock out yet. I didn’t want him to pull out yet, either.

“Holy fucking shit, Ren,” I finally panted out. I didn’t know what else to say. Where the fuck had allthatcome from?

He chuckled a little, still out of breath. “You’re the one who made me like this. Teasing me with that dildo, and then sending me those amazing selfies all week.”

“Those weren’t even hot,” I argued, laughing. And they really hadn’t been. They’d just been regular shit like when my dad had taken us to a museum, or me eating my breakfast.

“They were hot to me,” he said simply. “But really, I wasn’t planning on this or anything. I just wanted to surprise you because I missed you. But then you came in here in just a towel and, um… Well, yeah. I just got really turned on.”

“You’re not apologizing, are you?”

“No,” he answered instantly. “That was way too awesome to apologize for.”

“Good,” I said, biting down into my lip to muffle my yelp as he finally pulled out. The brief instant of gaping emptiness was awkward as usual, but this time was accompanied by the even more awkward feeling of his come seeping out. “My bed is so gross now,” I complained.

“I’ll change the sheets for you,” he promised, nudging me to my side and snuggling down onto the bed next to me. Clearly he didn’t care about laying in a gross wet spot. “Um, so… In case it wasn’t clear, I really missed you.”

“It was pretty clear,” I said, leaning up into his soft kiss. The feral, dominant person that had just fucked me into a quivering, moaning mess was gone, replaced by a sweet, considerate, rambling nerd. That was fine. I liked both sides of him too much to complain about anything.

“I just don’t want it to seem like I meant it’s all about sex or anything. Because I don’t feel that way.”

“Right,” I said, furrowing my brow a bit at his concern. “I know you don’t feel that way.” When he didn’t say anything, his eyes becoming dark and intense again, I reached up to brush some of his shaggy hair away from his forehead. “Is there something else you wanted to say?”

He hesitated, then shook his head. “Not really. I’m just glad to be back with you.”

I’d never really imagined having this kind of connection with anyone, where I felt like I could really say or do anything, and not have to worry whether he’d like it or not. I could tell there was something else he wanted to talk about, but he was so good about not pushing me when I wasn’t ready about stuff that I knew I had to let it be.

“Do you want to sleep over?” I asked, and he nodded eagerly.

“I can leave early to shower and get dressed and stuff before class,” he said.

We ended up ordering food in and spending the rest of the evening together, holed up in the bedroom like it was our own personal little bubble of peace and happiness. Which was good, because when I went to the front door to grab the food delivery, Caelyx made fake porno moaning noises at me, rolling his eyes back and sticking out his tongue, until Cyprian smacked him in the arm. Asshole. I couldn’t wait until he started seeing someone so I could fuck with him over it. Then again, the guy had no shame, so I wasn’t exactly sure yet what I could even tease him about.

“Did your coach say anything to you about missing the trip yet?” Ren wondered, twisting pasta around his fork from the styrofoam take-out box.

“Uh, no,” I answered. I’d been sort of trying to avoid thinking about all that. “He left a voicemail on my phone the morning everyone left, and it was pretty passive aggressive. He’s definitely not happy with me.”

“I guess I don’t understand sports but threatening to get rid of the best person on the team is kind of, uh… Weird,” he said.

“Yeah. This team isn’t like any I’ve ever been on.”

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