Page 74 of Beautifully Conflicted

“Oh, fuck yes.” Damien’s head tips back on a deep exhale, complete with a sexy guttural moan that makes my toes curl. His chest heaves a few times before he brings his gaze back to where we’re joined and watches me work his length.

“I don’t know which feels better, you filling my ass or tugging my cock. It’s… Oh shit, that’s the spot.” He grinds down and rocks his body back and forth, the tip of my cock brushing against what I can only assume is his prostate since his slit starts leaking in my hand. “I can’t wait for you to feel this.”

“You like it that much?” I swipe my thumb over his crown and spread his precum around. “I thought you’re usually the giver.”

“Usually, but like I said, you’re the perfect fit.” A soft groan rumbles up his throat as he arches his back, pushing his cock through my fingers while circling his hips. “And when a cock fills you just right… God there’s nothing like it. Except having your own cock jerked at the same time.”

Damien’s eyes flicker shut as a tremor wracks through his body, which I have to admit is a pretty convincing argument for giving the bottom thing a try. If it feels twice as good as the way he’s choking my dick right now, I’d be a fool not to try it. Although being the top from the bottom is a pretty spectacular position.

I have zero complaints.

The sight of Damien writhing on top of me is hotter than I could’ve imagined, and part of me wants to bask in it. At the same time, this leisurely pace has managed to take me back to the state I was in when he first slid down my shaft, and I’ve got this growing need to fuck.Wildly.

Flexing my hand around his cock, I increase the pace of my strokes, which has him gyrating faster. The abs that were already mesmerizing take on a new level of fascination as they start to glisten from the intensity of his movements. My own contract in tandem as I dig my heels into the mattress and thrust up to meet him, both of us grunting and growling as the pleasure deepens.

The bedframe creaks under our weight and smacks against the wall as we race to a vigorous finish, both of us so consumed with need the plaster could be coming off the wall and I doubt we’d stop.

“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck yes,” Damien chants as his shaft grows even harder in my hand. “Can’t hold ba—”

A stream of cum shoots from his tip, most landing squarely on my pecs, though a fair amount gets on the hand still pumping him, making a squelching sound as I do my damnedest to pull out every last drop. It’s sexy as fuck, as is the way his ass seizes up around me, pulsing in rhythm with the cock trapped in my fist. But what tips me over the edge with him is when he pinches my nipple.

My hips punch upward as my hands find Damien’s hips, pulling him to me in a desperate attempt to bury myself inside him as far as I can possibly go… To feel every contraction of the releaseIgave him. And when I can go no deeper, I hang on for dear life, clinging to him as the aftershocks ripple through our bodies.

I’m vaguely aware of the deep groan one, or both, of us makes as our balls empty… The subsequent panting as our lungs attempt to keep up with our racing hearts… The dampness on my chest…

But the haze of lust slams into me, so intense I can’t say when Damien collapses on top of me. I only know that as the ecstasy starts to fade his torso is flush with mine, and my arms are wrapped around his back.

And the really fucked up thing… I don’t hate it.

I also don’t know what to do about it.

I’ve never really cuddled after sex. Definitely not with the college girls I’ve hooked up with, and not even with my high school girlfriend. Ironically, the same chick Damien tried to steal in a misguided attempt to get my attention. We were always too afraid of getting caught to risk lying together naked, if we even got all the way naked.

The closest I’ve ever come to cuddling is when Damien sat on my lap after I blew him the other day, which I also didn’t hate, but we were sort of bickering at the same time, and now we’re…not. He’s just lying on me like a weighted blanket, and I make no effort to let go. Not even to wipe away the cum drying between us.

Do I stay still?

Pretend to be asleep?

Pull my arms away?

Paralyzed with indecision. I’m not even sure I’m breathing until I feel a soft kiss at the spot where my neck meets my collarbone, and I suck in a startled breath.

“Damn, Lucy.” Damien’s warm breath tickles the side of my throat. “I need another minute, then I’ll get us cleaned up.”

He kisses the side of my neck again, and instead of shrugging my shoulders to knock his head away or nudging his head back with my own, I tilt my chin to give him more room. It’s not even a conscious decision on my part, but the fucker doesn’t miss it.

“Did I unlock another trigger for you?” He plants an open-mouthed kiss near my ear, licking at the skin there, and I swear my dick tries to rally. Which I can’t hide since it’s still buried in his ass. “Ooh, this is fun. How many licks will it take to get you hard again?”

“Too many,” I grunt, sliding my right hand up his back with the intent of gripping his hair to tug him away before he can get any crazy ideas about marking me. But when my fingers get to his neck, they retrace their path, and before I know it, I’m drawing lazy lines along his spine.

“That sounds like a challenge.” Damien licks at the spot where my earlobe meets my neck, sending a full-body shudder from my head to my toes. Since I’m still mostly soft, that makes me slip from his hole.

“Damn, I was hoping to feel you get hard again.” He rolls off me and sits up long enough to swipe a discarded t-shirt over our chests, and takes the condom off my dick, giving it a gentle pat before knotting the latex and tossing it on the floor. Then he collapses against my side, head right on the crook of my shoulder so that my arm is basically wrapped around him. “I’ll toss that later. Don’t forget it’s there if you get up to pee in the middle of the night. I do not want to wash cum out of the carpet.”

“If I… I’m not sleeping over.” Despite that protest, I don’t make a move to get up.

“Of course you are. Your cock might not be ready to rally just yet, but it wants to, and it’ll be disappointed if it gets horny later and you’re all alone. If you stay, I can take care of it for you.”

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