Page 32 of Sicken of the Calm
I wipe my hand on the towel thatEzra had suggested I leave nearby. I lean my forearms on the bed but don’t drapemyself over it. Instead, I kneel up a little straighter and then lower my assto sit on my heels. Fuck, that feels good. I can feel the tip of the toy pressagainst my prostate, the shape of it inside me, stretching me. I do it again,not going as high this time, and clench at the same time. I close my eyes andbite my lip as the pleasure takes a little more shape and force. I experimentwith different movements until I’m just bouncing, almost grinding, against myheels, clenching and unclenching. The tip of the toy presses an undulatingmassage against my prostate. I can hear my breath and my pulse as I fist myhands tight. My cock is rubbing ever-so-slightly on the duvet that drapes overthe side of the bed, and the tease is excruciatingly perfect.
I hold the position for as longas I can before I shift.Get on the bed, on your knees, and then bend yourfront down so you’re resting your head on your folded arms on the bed.Ican hear Ezra’s instructions as if he were whispering them in my ear.
I get on the bed, and the moveitself is its own pleasure as the toy shifts inside me. I get into position,ass in the air. I reach back and position the toy against my prostate beforeresting my head on the forearms folded on the bed.
I start rocking back and forth alittle, and there is something psychologically delicious about this position.It conjures images of being fucked, and at this point in the arousal-high, itbrings no embarrassment or awkwardness. I can almost feel Ezra’s hands on myhips. Would he be rough, or excruciatingly slow? Would he plunge deep and justrock into me, pressing against my prostate just like this, with hisfilthy-sweet words in my ear?
I moan into the bed, biting myarm to contain myself as I tremble. I haven’t touched my dick since I slid thetoy in, and the pleasure is a warm, pulsing ball at the pit of me. I don’t knowif I can come from just this, but I don’t even care. This roll after roll ofsoft, warm pleasure is enough for now.
I reach back and, although theangle is a little awkward, start sliding the toy in and out. I want more ofthat fucking-sensation, and I get exactly what I want. I love the feel of myrim stretching and clenching around the different widths, adding a whole otherlayer to the pleasure. Every time the toy is fully in, I grind it there,feeling it against my prostate, and the outside curve on my perineum.
Almost suddenly, I need more.
I shift into the final position.I get on my back, two of the smaller, rectangular pillows at the small of myback. Immediately I push my knees up to my chest and see stars. Ezra clearlyknew what he was doing when he thought of the progression of positions, and theimage of him with this exact toy in his ass rips through me. God, the way he’dlook, all stretched out, his long dick against his stomach, just like mine ispooling precum on my abs. Those bowed, red lips, open in pleasure, the way hewould say my name, just like he did last time, a sigh and a prayer –Joaquin.
I moan, grinding the toy in,clenching around it, until I can’t take it anymore. I can feel the pleasureeverywhere – in my hips, my toes, my waiting mouth. Fuck, I wish Ezra werehere, even if he was just watching me. Even if he just let me suck on hisfingers, choke on them, pressed against my tongue.
My hand wraps around my dick –thank God Ezra gave me permission – and the immediate pleasure makes my backarch even in my position, which just makes the stimulation from the toy better.I try to go slow. God, I try. I slide my hand up and down, tight but paced. I’ma mess, trembling and panting and moaning Ezra’s name like he can save me fromthis. The pleasure is a burning point between my prostate and my perineum andmy dick, heating everything else until I’m just vapour and pleasure and theimage of Ezra’s tiger eyes on me.
When my orgasm hits, it takeseverything with it. A white, blinding wash. It rips a guttural cry from me, thebroken pieces of Ezra’s name tucked inside. I come all over my chest, hittingas far as my chin. The pressure on my prostate just makes the orgasm go on,fanning the flames until I’m burnt out.
I lie on the bed, dazed. My kneesare still tucked up, and when I have enough strength, I stretch, moaning at my achingknees and the toy pressing against me. I fumble blindly until my hand reachesthe towel from before, and I wipe my front before rolling on my stomach. Iremove the toy slowly, wincing slightly, but I’m way too fucked out to care.
I lean up enough to leave thetowel and toy on the bedside table before collapsing. I close my eyes and enjoythe aftermath of the orgasm.
I’m bubbles rising to thesurface. I float.
I could fall asleep right here,but I have to call Ezra, and it’s not a chore. More than sleep, I want to hearEzra’s voice in my ear.
“Hey,” I say softly when he picksup. I feel too sated to be bashful. I just want some part of him here with me.
“Hey. How did it go?” he asks.His voice is low, but not sultry.
“Good,” I sigh.
“Mmm. Did you like it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I did. I thought ofyou,” I say, and it doesn’t feel like a confession, too inevitable for that.
“Mmm. Did you?”
“Yeah. Ezra,” I say, just to feelhis name in my mouth, and a soft silence falls.
“Is there anything that youdidn’t like?”
“That you weren’t here,” I sayimmediately. I hear him breathe out slowly.
“Then it’ll be better when I’mthe one fucking you,” he says simply. A wave of directionless pleasure goesthrough me. In the long silence that follows, that imagine glows in the darkness.
“I wish you were here,” I sayagain eventually, quietly.
“I’m right here, baby. I’m rightthere with you. Can’t you feel me? My hand in your hair. My lips against yourshoulder,” he says. I hum because, yes. Almost. “Have you drank water?” he says,and I laugh. I lean up and grab the glass of water I had left on my bedsidetable, per Ezra’s instruction, and drink it all slowly, before settling back onmy front, face tucked to the side.
“Good,” he says when I settle,and I close my eyes. “Need a shower, or want to go to sleep?”
“Sleep.”
“Ok. How ‘bout you go to sleep,then, baby. You can clean the toy in the morning.”
