Page 63 of Bottoms Up
He wanted my ass, and our arrangement was sex-on-demand.
This was the demand.
He can go for hours, but thankfully, he didn’t on this night. Fifteen minutes? Twenty? I don’t know.
He grunted when he came, cock buried in my ass, balls tight against me. One hand on the back of my neck, a bruising grip on my hip — keeping me bent, pinned, stretched wide around that monstrous cock as thick, cool pulses painted my insides. He stayed in place for a breathless moment at the end, as if the very act offilling mewas the end goal, and I suppose it was.
When he finally pulled out, I was shaking. Raw.Needy.
He popped me on the ass, stood me up, flicked my hard cock with enough force I gasped.
“Look at me.”
I met his gaze, and he lowered his voice as much as he’s able. “No orgasm for naughty toys who think they get a pass on their duties just because they’re tired.” He flicked my dick again. “Touch yourself, and I’ll bind your wrists and belt the rebellion out of you.”
And then the motherfucker proceeded to wet a washcloth and clean my thighs, pussy, and asshole —knowinghe was just further fanning the flames of my arousal. My cunt empty, my dick throbbing.
Finally, he plugged my ass, tucked me in, and sat in a chair across the room, watching something on his phone with headphones. Making sure I didn’t masturbate.
I still slept like the dead.
The following day, I went with Benji to an oasis area outside of town, which meant Atlas came, too. It’d been a ghost town themed attraction, but the people Benji bought into it with had torn everything down and were building a resort.
It was surreal, seeing so many green growing things in the middle of the desert, surrounding the natural springs. Anactualoasis.
Afterward, we hiked up a ridge that may or may not have had a name, and the views were magnificent. We made it back tothe hotel thirty minutes after Julian rose — a little later than the day before, but still earlier than expected.
We had tickets for a show that night, and afterward, the three of us walked the Strip like tourists — arm in arm at times, and always flanked by Atlas and his never-blinking calm. Our completely unscripted dives into shops, weaving through crowds on the sidewalks, and stops out-of-the-blue for threesome selfies in front of iconic spots probably created a nightmare scenario for the security team, but they handled it like pros.
It felt good.Us, like that. Laughing. Julian and Benji finding their own rhythm, bonding over wine pairings, sarcastic jabs, and shared curiosity about rooftop engineering. I kept catching myself smiling.
We got in late. I was a little drunk, skin warm from walking the Strip, too many lights still flashing behind my eyelids.
But once again, Julian didn’t let me fall asleep untouched.
The second I was naked, he lifted me, walked to the bed, sat me on the edge of the mattress, pushed my knees up around my ears, and drove into my pussy like he’d been wanting to do it all night. Like he knew I was wet for him. Wanting him. Slick and pulsing.
Julian always knows.
My thighs were still sore from the climb, my feet hurt from walking the Strip in heels, but my body opened for him on instinct, like itbelongedto him.
I didn’t even realize I was moaning until he ordered, “Come, little Silver. Come on my cock.”
And I did. Just like that. My pussy obeying before my brain processed the order. My cunt clenched around him, fluttering, spasming, pulling him deeper. Sounds tore out of me — gasps, moans, grunts.
Every nerve ending felt raw. My body shook. Trembled.
He fucked me through it, riding every twitch of my body like he owned it.
When the orgasm faded, he pulled out, gripped his cock, and a half-dozen rough strokes later, he came across my stomach in thick, cool spurts.
And he cleaned me up, tucked me in, and held me until I fell asleep.
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Silver
The next morning, Benji took me to the Valley of Fire and we hikedallfreaking day, but the park more than lived up to its name, with jagged cliffs the color of oxidized blood, ancient petroglyphs cut into sandstone, slot canyons that shimmered with reflected heat, and wind-carved arches perched above dust-silent paths. The most amazing scenery — wild, radiant, alive — and I’d never seen the desert as any of those things before.
