Page 53 of Wild Fixation
“Terrifying? You’re the one with the muscle. You could make me do anything.”
He shakes his head at himself. “There’s never been a single moment when I haven’t been helpless before you. My demanding little prince.”
I can’t help but smirk. “You better hurry up and obey then.”
At last, he does, shuffling down my body. He pries off my shoes and undoes my pants before either us bother with any other article of clothing, but I’m hard-pressed to stop him when he sinks down and starts kissing his way up the inside of my thighs. I groan and squirm as his teeth graze the sensitive skin. I’m still reeling when he shoves my legs back and licks his way to the heat at my core, beard scratching my skin as he goes.
He folds me farther back, exposing me even more to his attention. I gasp as he goes deeper, his tongue ravenous around the sensitive muscle resisting him. His lips close over me, his beard tickling while his tongue probes. I reach overhead, searching for something to cling to as my body burns white hot like a concert stage in that first, blinding second when the stage lights hit it. Just like when I stand before a screaming crowd at the start of a show, I’m quivering with anticipation and excitement. My cock juts up at my belly. My hands find a gap in the headboard and grasp it so I can brace myself against Seth’s ravaging tongue. My shirt is sticking to my flushed skin, the clothing horribly restrictive as I squirm to get closer to Seth’s mouth.
He pulls away with a wet pop. His eyes are almost black behind his glasses. He pants, his gaze devouring as it skims up my prone body.
We start scrambling without a word passing between us. He sits up, peeling off his shirt and throwing it aside in one swift tug. I do likewise and, while he’s working on his pants, roll onto my side to reach for his nightstand. The top drawer reveals a bottle lube, and I don’t bother asking before smearing some onto my fingers. Still on my side, I reach behind myself, pressing at my saliva-slick hole. His tongue opened me, so my finger slides in easily, and I pump it inside myself for far more than practical purposes.
A deep, low groan draws my attention.
Seth is finally naked, his glorious cock on full display, thick and long and engorged, framed at the base by heavy balls and a wiry thatch of dark hair. He’s removed his glasses, but his eyes are perfectly keen as he watches me finger myself. His thick chest heaves, muscle expanding beneath a fur of dark hair.
He stalks toward me, all barely restrained power, and lies behind me. He tugs at my wrist to ease my fingers out of me, then it’s that big cock of his that’s prodding at my ass, hot and delicious as it grinds against me. At the same time, his arm slides around me, rubbing up my torso and chest until he reaches my jaw and turns my head toward him. I wanted to face him for this so I could see him and kiss him, but I can still kiss him this way, and the act of arching to reach his mouth presses my ass even harder against him.
We tongue sloppily at each other, my back bowed. Seth releases my chin, hand snaking its way back down my body, taking its time feeling all of me with those rough, calloused fingers. He gives my cock a tug, which leaves me whimpering into his mouth, then he’s holding his own cock and angling it at my hole. I reach back to help by grabbing one cheek and holding myself open. Seth goes slowly, cockhead nudging at my entrance. Our kissing turns to ragged panting as he begins to breach me, stretching me wider and wider with every agonizingly incremental push. I know he’s being careful, thinking I’ll balk, but the more that gets inside me, the more my brain blurs into blissful static — and the more I want.
“Keep going,” I gasp. “More.”
He obliges, but so slowly it’s pure agony. My body burns around his girth as it pries me open, but he’s giving it to me at a pace that’s going to break me.
“More, Seth,” I groan. “Please, I want your cock. I want all of it.More.”
“Fuck.” A breathless exhalation full of wonder brushes against my neck. “How are you real?”
I would respond, but then he finally gives me what I need, pushing more of his cock inside. The stretch burns so, so sweetly, my body on fire as that huge intrusion invades. He doesn’t go all the way in before pausing to let my body fit itself around him, but I wriggle with impatience, unsatisfied by this partial taste.
Seth groans, a sound like concrete cracking. His arm snakes around me, and I let go of my cheek to take his hand and guide it upward, over my chest, all the way to my throat. Seth sets his hand there softly, as though afraid to apply even the slightest pressure, but I’m not as delicate as he imagines.
Unleashed, I rock myself on his cock, begging for more, swaying my body to get what I want from him. He finally gives in, that heavy arm holding me against his chest as his hips tentatively work. Even that is enough to wring a moan out of me, his girth touching all the places inside me where I need him the most. I arch, back bending like a bow, and Seth squeezes me a little harder against himself. His head lowers against my shoulder, his panting gusting hot against my skin as we writhe together to get his cock deeper into me.
“God, you really can take it,” he groans. “Feels … so incredible.”
“Seth,” I moan in response. “Fill me up … with that big cock of yours.”
I reach back, finding his hair instead of the headboard this time. I grab onto him and twist to tug him into a wet, messy kiss, a tangling of tongues and sliding of lips. Seth’s hips jerk harder, jamming his cock up into me, and moans punctuate the spaces between the kisses, a rhythmic “ah – ah – ah” as he finds a punishing pace. His hand tightens minutely on my throat, as though Seth is feeling my cries forming there before they leap free, reading them like braille. It’s an entirely different sound than the ones the rest of the world loves me for, but I know from how Seth holds me, how he presses his lips at me to drink down those noises, that there’s no better song I could ever sing for him.
I let it all out, the rest of the world vanishing as I sing for him and him alone. His hips beat harder, cock slamming into me so deep I see stars with every thrust. My own cock slaps against my belly from the force, little wet spots of pre-cum dotting my skin. I reach for myself, stroking as Seth’s cock spears me, seeming to stuff me up to my throat as he drives it in again and again.
And then I’m breathless, weightless, my song abruptly ending as that pressure inside me gets too big for sound, for breath, for thought. My body tenses, perched on the edge of oblivion, held in one perfect moment of crystallized pleasure like the silence between two notes, the not-space where nothing exists but pure potential.
The next note finally arrives. Seth thrusts his thick cock deep inside me, our bodies grinding together in an explosion of glorious friction. The tension snaps. The rest of the song bursts from my throat in a long, delirious cry of ecstasy. I gush over my hand, hot ropes of cum hitting my chest, and Seth stuffs himself inside me to the hilt as he explodes.
I swim through it in a swoon, light as air in Seth’s arms, every atom trembling with weightless pleasure. I don’t know how long it goes on. I only know that for a moment there is absolutely nothing outside this bedroom, nothing outside of Seth’s strong arms. We’re one shining note in a song, the crescendo before the music crashes into silence. We’re that moment before the lights go down, that moment when the entire world falls away and you are the music itself.
I sag when it passes.
I’m panting, my limbs trembling. Seth’s panting as well, his breath gusting against my neck and chest pressing against my back. Cum dries sticky and warm on my chest as Seth’s cock softens inside me. Released from the dizzying high, I do feel a little insane for taking such a big guy so easily. My ass tingles with a pleasant ache from the way he stretched me, the sort of ache I know I’ll be feeling well into tomorrow.
Seth waits until he’s softer before easing himself out of me. I don’t even attempt to move as he shuffles about his room getting a cloth. He doesn’t let me clean myself, of course, doing it for me with soft swipes that are simultaneously delicate and an expression of his intense devotion. It’s a gentle end to this flurry of passion, and it helps me transition from the mind-blowing high back down to Earth.
Seth surprises me by lying down once we’re clean, not bothering with clothes or excuses or even the sheets. I roll over to rest on his chest, and he wraps an arm around me.
I allow myself a few breaths of perfect peace, a few breaths where this is so solid and so real and so tangible. But the doubt wriggles its way in eventually. After all, when I came here, I hadn’t seen Seth in days. He took himself away from me, insisting this couldn’t be. Last time he was at my place, he left as quickly as he could, but I didn’t fight through that wall of paparazzi for a man I don’t intend to keep.
