Page 58 of Estranged Heart
“Want to come test it out?”
“I don’t know.” He eyes the hammock warily, slowly approaching it. “Maybe you should lie down underneath in case I fall through.”
I snort. “I’ll support your body as you lie back in it, how about that? I won’t let go until I’m sure you won’t crash to the ground.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” I kiss his cheek, running a hand down his hip. “It’s getting really hard to ignore that shirt of yours. We can see if the swing will hold while I’m on top of you next.”
His eyes widen. “You mean—”
“While I ride your cock.” I run a thumb over his trembling lip and he sucks air between his teeth. “What do you think? You want that?”
Swallowing hard, he nods slowly.
“Well then, let’s stop wasting time shall we?” I bend down beside him, holding my hands under the swing as I gesture at him with my head to hop on.
Holding on to my shoulder, he slowly climbs on, and stretches out his body the more steady he feels on the thick material. I keep supporting his body until he tells me to join him. Gripping the edge of the swing, I slide in beside him, turning on my side and laughing as the hammock dips lower to the ground. He almost spills over the other side and grabs on to me, erupting in laughter.
“I feel like Rose and Jack trying to fit on that damn door inTitanicright now,” I say, smirking.
He laughs louder, stroking my stomach. “Maybe if she sat on his cock, they would both have fit better.”
Chuckling, I slide off my shorts, trying not to tip us over in the process. “At least we can put that theory to the test when it comes to our situation.”
I reach into his pocket, pulling out a pack of lube. I smirk. “I knew I’d find what I needed on you.”
“Keep searching,” he rasps out. “I bet you’ll find more.”
“I’m counting on it.” Lubing up my fingers, I widen my stance, and pull my underwear enough to the side for me to access my hole. I press my slick finger to my entrance, slowly breaching my tight channel. With shallow breaths, I rock my hips, sliding down further, my cheeks clasping tightly together as I wince at the slight sting.
“Fuck,” I say, as I continue opening myself enough to slide in a second finger. Once both fingers are all the way inside, I inhale a deep breath while lifting my hips, slowly releasing it as I slam my ass down.
“Want help?” he asks, licking his lips. The way he’s looking at me is everything.
“No. Not this time at least.” I fuck myself against my hand faster, my walls spreading wider around my fingers, and the dull ache turns into something pleasant. I’ve only had my fingers inside myself a couple of times, and only came once from them, but sitting on top of Silas while taking in his lustful eyes, there’s no doubt in my mind that this will be the second if I keep going.
“I gotta say, Elijah, I think I’m enjoying your fingers being inside you almost as much as I do when they’re in me. Such a beautiful sight.”
“Yeah? Let’s see if you enjoy having your cock in me as much as you like having mine inside you.”
“Oh, I have no doubt I will.”
His eyes capture mine as he undoes his pants and pulls his cock free. It’s smaller than mine and curves a little to the left, flushing a pretty pink. He’s fucking perfect. I lick my lips at the beading precum, and stretching the fabric of my underwear more to the left, I line my hole up with his cock. He strokes my hips as I slowly work my way down his thick, hard shaft. Before I can fully bottom out, I lift my hips and slam down hard, taking him all in one go. If he was any bigger, I wouldn’t be able to. Like I said, fucking perfect.
“Fuck, Elijah. You feel so good. I need to move inside you or I’ll lose my damn mind.”
“Please,” I say, encouraging his body to move with mine as I grind against his dick, circling my hips. Yanking my face down, he captures my lips with his and thrusts upward. I feel like I’m being split in two in the best possible way. I can feel him everywhere inside me, rubbing all the right places, and right when I think I’ve discovered what has him practically glowing like a firefly when I fuck him, he finds my sweet spot.
Feeling as if all my bones have disintegrated, I become a pile of mush on top of him, unable to move as his cock hits the same spot on repeat. My vision goes blurry as pleasure erupts inside me making my skin tingle, the waves of electricity passing between us almost making it feel as if my body is being brought back to life.
His moans drown out mine as he empties his balls inside me, filling me with his hot seed. I always wondered whether I could go forever without knowing what this felt like, since Landon never liked topping, but now I’m happy I never have to. I didn’t know what I was missing before so it made it easier to live without it, and now I have the sudden need for more. Not with just anyone either, only the person lying blissed out beneath me with stars in his eyes. Collapsing beside him, I’m glad the hammock doesn’t tip over enough to have me crashing to theground. No way do I have the energy or strength to catch myself again.
“Yeah, we’ll need to do that again while we’re here,” he says between pants.
I laugh. “Are you saying your bottoming days are over?”
He shoots me a look, holding a finger between us. “I did not say that. I actually look forward to being fucked in a tent for the first time later.”
