Page 69 of Riot's Thorn
“This is my favorite position because I can see my cock go down your throat, piercings and all. But it requires you, Little Thorn, to relax and be strategic with your breaths. Think you can do that?”
“Yes.”
“It’s going to get messy.” He drags his tip around my lips, coating them in pre-cum. “If there’s extra saliva, just let it flow.”
“I can do it.”
“I know you can, my little slut. Anything for more of my cum.”
I nod, the switch from gentle to cruel keeping me on my toes and shocking my system in the best way. The highs and lows come so fast and furious, I never know which I’ll get. It’s exhilarating and demeaning at the same time, and I love each one in equal measure.
Without being asked, I lift my head and open my mouth. He starts off easy, with gentle slides in and out. When he’s apparently satisfied with my work, he increases the speed and depth. This angle gives him a straight shot down my throat. I haven’t worked out all the intricacies of a blow job, like how to deal with a sore jaw, but I thought my gag reflex was getting better.
Spoiler alert: it’s not.
I might have been okay without the piercings, but there’s no give to metal, so they hold my throat open wide and are harder to choke down. And he was right about the saliva. I gag so many times, it pools until there’s too much and slips out of the corners of my mouth. When I reach up to wipe it away, he bats my hands away.
“The only place I want your hand is between your legs, but you better not come,” he says. What? How? If I go anywhere near there, I’ll come on the spot. I won’t be able to control it. “Did you hear me? Fuck your sloppy cunt with those fingers. I want to hear how wet you are. But if you come, you’ll get another spanking, except this one will be on your pussy.”
God, he just keeps getting dirtier and dirtier, kinkier and kinkier. It should terrify me, because how far do his boundaries go? Something tells me he’ll go as far as I’ll let him, but shouldn’t we talk about it? He leans over and smacks my pussy, shocking me.
Later. We’ll talk about it later.
I find he’s right: my pussy is sloppy. I’m so wet, and the sound is obscene as I begin to push my fingers in and out intime with each of his thrusts down my throat. Avoiding my clit, since even a breeze could set me off, I fuck myself for the first time ever. I’ve rubbed my clit and used a vibrator, but I never understood why I’d want to insert anything when what I was doing was working. Yeah, I get it now.
He palms my breasts, squeezing and testing their weight. My nipples are so sensitive, his roughened skin stimulates them in the most satisfying way. Combined with the way I’m teasing myself, I don’t know how I’ll be able to hold off.
Slap.
I hear the sound before my mind can catch up with the fact that he just smacked my boob.Slap, slap, slap. He gives the other the same treatment before aiming for my peaked nipples and giving them a swat. If I hadn’t felt it for myself, I’d never believe it feels good when someone hits your breasts, but god, it makes my toes curl in pleasure.
Lucas pushes in even further and holds himself in place this time. My back bows, and I fight not to smack his thigh, even though the lack of air sends me into a panic. I want to show him I can do this, that I can handle whatever he throws my way.
He slaps my throat and rubs up and down. Can he feel that? Damn. I wish I had a dick so I could do that.
He comes with a roar as he spurts down my throat. There’s so much of it, I gag and choke, trying to push him away. That’s an instinctual reaction, though. I want him right where he is. Thankfully, the last thread of my sanity stops me from doing the one thing that’ll get him to pull out.
“You’re such a good fuckin’ girl. Take all of it, baby. Goddamn, you’re such a good slut for me!” He pulls out, leaving a string of saliva and cum connecting us, and with strength he shouldn’t have, he spins me around. “Hold your knees to your chest.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I wasn’t going to let you come tonight. I was going to edge you until you cried for me, but I can’t do it. I need to eat this pussy. I need to feel you come around my fingers. Give it to me.”
The fervor with which he devours me, along with the couple of hours he’s kept me teetering, has me exploding embarrassingly fast. I grind my pussy against his face and scream his name as I’m taken over by a pleasure I can’t even describe.
“Damn, baby. I didn’t even get my fingers in you. Do it again,” he says, his chin glistening with my arousal.
I’m so sensitive, it hurts when he sucks my clit, but I know he won’t let up. Soon enough, that pain will turn. His scratchy beard abrades my thighs, and his one finger turns into two before increasing to three, filling me up completely. He twists them and makes a ‘come hither’ motion that takes all attention away from my clit as something deeper builds inside me.
“Oh, god, Lucas. I’m gonna come again. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”
“I’m gonna make you squirt so hard.” He stands, one hand pressing on my lower pelvis, the other still stuffing me with three fingers, but instead of rubbing my G-spot, they pump in and out quickly, creating a suction that makes an obscene sound.
“Oh, god. I don’t know. . . I think. . . Lucas, stop!” I squirm and writhe, but he pins me in place, his hand moving impossibly fast.
Like being hit by a freight train, I come hard. Fluid shoots out of me and splashes on the floor, probably all over Lucas too, but I couldn’t control it if I wanted to. I’m too lost to the ecstasy flooding my system. I grab onto it, holding it as long as I possibly can because it feels so good. Eventually, it ebbs, and I reenter my body.
“You’re such a beautiful goddamn mess,” Lucas says, shaking his hand and sending droplets of whatever the hell that was all over the place.
