Page 61 of Skeletons in the Closet

Tallus let me get started before moving my hands to his ass, and fuck my life, it was a perky and firm ass. Hard and soft. Perfect. I’d been inside it once before but never felt it like this. His glute muscles tensed as his pleasure grew. Requiring guidance was embarrassing but caressing him was exhilarating. I lost myself in giving him pleasure and more than once firmed my grip and drew him closer until I was choking on his cock, eyes watering.

“That’s it… Yeah.”

Tallus moved his hands back to my head, which meant he wasn’t holding me in place anymore. I could let go. The instinct was fierce, but I didn’t. I continued sucking and squeezing his ass until his knees trembled so much, I worried he was going to collapse.

When he warned me off, I stopped.

“I’m gonna fucking come if you keep it up.” He stepped back, and I sat on my heels, staring up at him, a servant on my knees, waiting for instructions. “Get a condom.”

As I stumbled to my feet, Tallus moved to the love seat. My head was scrambled. I’d never felt so inept with sex, but Tallushad expectations. Tallus had taken control to ensure I met those expectations, and all I could think was,I’m failing, I’m failing, I’m failing.I’m not going to satisfy him. He’ll hate me even more when he realizes I can’t be fixed.

I found a condom.

Tallus kneeled on the couch, bracing his hands against the back cushion as he peered over his shoulder, ass on display. “Do not make this impersonal, Guns.”

Right. But what did that mean?

I undid my belt and pants. Should I take them off? Get naked? I didn’t want anyone to see the damage under my clothes. What was already visible to the world was enough to cause people to whisper behind my back.

I kept my pants on.

Condom.

Plenty of lube.

Don’t make it impersonal,I reminded myself.

Fuck.

I coated a few fingers with extra lube and coached myself into slowing down.

I needed a drink. Several. I was too sober for this. I never fucked sober.

I was too alert.

Too aware.

Too liable to overthink.

Tallus groaned when I worked him open. First, one finger, then two. Unsure what to do with the other hand, I placed it tentatively on his hip, keeping him motionless. It felt awkward, but he’d said to touch him, so I did.

When he cursed the size of my fingers, I slowed down. When he begged me to get to it, I listened.

It was surreal how many times I’d fantasized about Tallus. I couldn’t understand him. The man could have anyone he wanted. Why was he inviting me to do this with him again? Me.

Because I didn’t want him angry, I kept my hands on his waist. The heat of his skin was intoxicating, almost as good as the feel of his ass around me as I sank into his body.

Tallus groaned at the intrusion.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations take me away. I was someone else. In another dimension. On another planet. Negative energy didn’t exist. I was free from the binds that strangled my life. I floated. I soared. I wanted to stay in this place of disconnect.

In no time, the pleasure mounted. The noises spilling from Tallus’s mouth infiltrated my thoughts, drawing me back to the present. Those beautiful, throaty sounds fueled me. Tiny grunts, long moans, and several curses. He whimpered and writhed. He clutched the couch cushion in tight fists.

When he rested his face on the back of the couch, his flush cheeks were on full display, lips parted and glistening. When he opened his eyes and caught me watching, I looked away. Ashamed.

I moved faster, taking cues from his mumbled words and how he drove himself backward, meeting my thrusts. When he asked for more, I gave him more, even when I worried I’d hurt him.

It took effort to stay present. It was overwhelming, and I wanted to drift away on a cloud of sensations alone. But seeing Tallus like this, undone, exposed, raw, and open, was mesmerizing. I wanted to please him. I didn’t want him to have regrets.

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