Page 99 of Love Me Like It's Real
“You want to fuck me?” I ask, barely able to contain another groan escaping me and Felix nods eagerly. “I want you to fuck me too.”
I take the harness and dildo out of the drawer and reach for the bottle of lube and help Felix strap on. Moments later I find myself on my back with my legs spread wide open and Felix sitting between them.
My hole is pulsing from the prospect of being topped and I struggle to get my breath under control.
That is until Felix slides two fingers between my ass cheeks and the cold substance sends shivers up my spine, making me gasp for air.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I nod. “Do you like that?”
“So much,” I croak and clear my throat.
Felix towers over me as he guides his fingers around my ring of muscle and kisses me just as he pushes into me and traps my gasp in his mouth.
My hole tightens around his fingers and he pulls them out, traces circles around my ring and pushes them back in, this time deeper, past the external muscle and through to the internal muscles that relax to receive him.
My cock twitches and Felix sits back so he can massage it while he stretches my ass and I turn weak and breathless like he’s never seen me before.
“Are you okay?” he stops and asks.
“I…I am. You’re torturing me though,” I tell him and he smiles.
“Am I?”
I nod.
“Well, in that case now you know how I feel when you tease me with those.” He lets go of my cock and reaches for my fingers and drives two of them into his mouth. My stomach clenches, my hole tightens and a cry builds out of my lips that bounces off the walls.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” he answers and crawls back enough to take my cock in his mouth as he adds another finger in me.
“I will if you don’t fuck me right now.” It comes out more like a plea than a warning but it’s the best I can do under the circumstances.
Not that it deters Felix who keeps sucking me off and fingering me until I threaten to spill.
He lets go of my cock and turns all his attention to my ass. He applies more lube on his fingers and slips a fourth finger up inside me and I’m left grabbing onto the sheets, the pillows, the headboard, anything that can help me withstand this torment and not bust.
“Ready?” He pulls his fingers out and strokes the dildo on his groin, spreading the lube onto every inch of the silicone and I watch him.
My hole twitches as he lines up against me then he grabs my waist as he pushes inside with slow, measured moves that make me pant more than I did during and after the 5K I’ve just run.
As his cockhead breaches my internal muscle and I moan in an effort to control both pain and pleasure, he slides his hands up and down my chest and waist, leaving electric sparks across my skin. His eyes are pinned to mine and I watch them get closer, and closer, until he’s lying on top of me, his cock all the way inside me and he swallows all my moans as if they’re his lifeline.
I wrap my legs around his hips and hold him there, limiting his thrusts by keeping him all the way in and I work my tongue inside his mouth. His response sends pulse after pulse of pleasure down my body but it’s his eyes that send me reeling. His gaze.
It’s focused, determined and so damn dominating. It sends me spiraling. My knees go weak. My toes curl and my throat tightens. My entire body goes beyond my control, a servant to his whims and thrusts and there’s nothing I can do. Nothing I want to do but deliver myself to him, let him do what he pleases for as long as he pleases.
He can do what he damn well pleases to me and I’d still say thank you in the end.
Because it’s him.
He’s the puzzle piece I’ve been missing all this time, when I was trying to figure out my life and my purpose in this world.
It’s him I’ve been missing whenever I watchedHeartstopper, or any other romance movie and pretended it wasn’t what I wanted to have.
It’s him I’ve been craving on lonely nights when release wasn’t enough to put me to sleep.
It’s him my heart has been needing and I never even knew it.
