Page 101 of Pucking the Team
His nostrils flared, then he thrust into me.
I cried out. So did he. The relief of feeling him there was exquisite. He gripped the headboard with one hand and with the other he clasped my right breast.
His huge body pounded into me, shunting the air from lungs, his cock going so damn deep on each lunge. He rubbed over my clit, and I prepared to spiral into ecstasy.
But then he withdrew and clutched his cock with the hand that had been on my breast. His face screwed up into a pained expression and he fisted his cock, squeezing the tip. “Ah fuck…yeah…” He groaned on an outward breath that was quickly snatched back in and sucked deep. He repeated the breaths, and I knew an orgasm had taken him again.
“Dylan,” I gasped. “I want to come, too.” I wriggled against him.
He bared his teeth, and a deep frown etched between his eyebrows.
I remembered what he’d said about me keeping still, not speaking, so I did just that.
And judging by his tightly closed eyes, it was just in time. He’d nearly come as well as orgasmed.
After several long moments, he released his cock and stared down at me. “You nearly spoiled our night of fun.”
“I want to come, too, Sir.”
“You will. I already told you that.” He moved off me, and I bucked in frustration. “But first this.”
He plucked something from the drawer, then another thing. I couldn’t see around him to know what it was, and then the next thing I knew, he’d tipped me over, half onto my side, half onto my stomach. The ribbon tying my wrists had twisted.
“You are a naughty little girl,” he said by my ear, his stubble scratching my flesh. “Telling your master what to do.”
“I’m…I’m sorry.” My pulse was thudding, I was so wet between my legs and my clit so swollen with need it throbbed.
“So we’re going to do this,” he said, running a finger down my spine and then between my buttocks. He ventured lower, until he was pressing over my anus.
“What…what are we doing, Sir?”
“I’m going to own you here, too.”
Something cool and slippery replaced his finger, right over my butthole. I gasped and instinctively sprang away.
“Ah, no you don’t.” He set a solid, strong hand over my hip, keeping me in place. “You see, I spoke to Theo,” he went on beside my ear. “And he told me that when you were riding Ben, and just about to come, he played with this little hole and you orgasmed hard, real hard and real long.”
“What? You spoke to Theo…about that.”
“Guys talk,” he said, “especially when they’ve all got the same woman to keep happy.”
“Oh fuck.” That wasn’t what I’d been expecting.
“So,” he said, the pressure increasing on whatever was at my asshole. “I think you’re going to enjoy this plug.”
“I don’t know…I…”
“We’re discovering your kinks, little girl.” He pushed the plug a bit harder at the center of my hole.
It gained purchase, the very tip just poking into me. “Oh…”
“You have a word you can use,” he said. “Say it if you need to.”
I bit on my bottom lip. I didn’t want to stop our night together. I didn’t want to not know how Dylan could make me feel.
“Good girl.” He kissed my shoulder, his lips trailing over my hot, trembling flesh. “Now just relax.”
The cool plug was slippery with lube, and my anus quivered around it as Dylan inserted it. Its width stretched me, and a dense fullness filled my back entrance.
