Page 30 of Lust

“How is it possible your mouth feels even more intense than when you touch me?” I ask. “Like it’s got a direct line to my cock.”

He lingers a while longer, his lips and tongue building that pressure in me so that I’m steadily thrusting, eager to get to release.

Being beneath him, his body a blanket over me, I feel sated, so far from the distressed headspace I was in when he first showed up to my room. With our bodies flush, his fat “magic cock” tight against me, I wonder what it would be like to take it. I’m not ready for it, but something in me—connected to the desire that draws me to him—assures me it’ll be explosive. If he gave it to me, would I ever be able to manage without it again? Or would the rest of my life be agony, knowing I’d already experienced the greatest pleasure possible?

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Brad asks because he must have sensed it. Even if he didn’t have this power, I doubt I could hide this from him. “You want to know if the rumors about me are true. If it’s really that good. You want to know what it feels like to have a cock inside you. To have a man opening you up. No, not just a man, butme.”

I should hate that he has access to my vulnerabilities and desires, but I’m so wrapped up in this moment, I don’t give a fuck as long as he gives me what I need.

“I know it’s too soon,” he says, “but promise me your ass. Tell me you’ll let me be the one. I promise I’ll be good to it.”

As his hot breath slams against my flesh, the combination of what he’s doing to my body and the fantasies he stirs takes me higher and higher.

“Promise me it’s mine,” he begs.

My eyes water like I’m fucking relieved he wants me all to himself, and though I know this uncontrollable, overwhelming lust that’s overtaken us is simply chemistry, I can’t help myself. “It’s yours, Brad. All yours.”

He sighs and growls as his lips return to mine, his tongue rewarding me for my surrender. Then he pulls away and says, “You like the idea of me building you into it? Easing me into you?”

The images he’s conjuring seize control of my thoughts. I can’t imagine what it’ll feel like to have a dick in me, but I’m fucking obsessed with the thought.

“Not sure how I’m gonna keep from blowing right into that virgin ass,” he says against my lips, licking when he’s done. His words are the promise of an adventure, but also torture because he’s not doing it to me.

I roll my head back against my comforter as waves of sensation course through me. When I thrust up against him, my cock throbs. I’ve never been this painfully hard without shooting, but I can tell by our pace that we’re both getting close. There’s a rhythm to it, but also an erratic frenzy. Our bodies seizing control, demanding release.

God, I need fucking release.

“I’m so close,” I warn him. My hands instinctively slide around his thick arms, caressing the smooth muscle before I grip them as though needing them to ground me before I take off.

He bites at my Adam’s apple, then nuzzles his face into my throat. “Give it to me, Luke. It’smine.”

He sounds so fucking possessive, and part of me thinks I should hate it or resist it, but suddenly, it’s too fucking late for me. I gasp as the pressure mounts until the dam breaks.

Brad’s all lips and tongue against my neck as I feel a warm rush across my abdomen, my hips thrusting beyond my control to milk out every last bit. Once again, I notice I’m trembling, but this time, it’s obviously from the intensity of my orgasm.

Brad rises onto his knees, gripping his cock and jerking over me. His position, the way he pumps himself with a determined expression, makes it clear he knows what I want.

“All over me, Brad.”

“With pleasure.” He smirks before white streaks scatter, joining my cum on my abs. As it splatters against my flesh, it’s like the final bit of relief I so desperately needed. My muscles relax as I catch my breath.

Brad covers me again, putting his weight on me so I can feel him mashing our cum between us. As he nuzzles his face against my throat, I hook my arms around him, my body screaming,Fina-fucking-lly. For the past few days I’ve been in so much pain and on edge, but in this moment, I’m clear-headed, blissed out.

It’s even better than that first jerk-off together.

I’m utterly satisfied.

But as we lie there, breathing in sync, reveling in each other’s scent and body heat, I become aware that we’ll have to pry apart at some point, and that this magical moment will end.

I cling tighter because it doesn’t have to end.

Not just yet.

Eventually Brad stirs, and I’m willing to release him so he can roll off me. When the nagging pain doesn’t return, I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank fuck for that.

Brad lies beside me, still catching his breath.

It’s amazing not being lost in the fog I was in the past few days, but with this clarity comes the awareness of how out of control that experience was. It must be the same for Brad because one minute he was telling me my ass was his, and now he won’t even look me in the eyes.

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