Page 83 of Lust
“Fuck, you’re so tight and hot inside here,” he said harshly, the same earnestness getting to him.
I peered over my shoulders to find him rising from his knees, keeping the finger firmly lodged inside. He poured a bit more oil down my crack before adding a second finger. We had done this before where he had given me two fingers while fucking me into the pillow. But it burned when he tried to work in a third finger.
“Fuck!” I hissed, rising to my tippy toes to adjust.
“Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare!”
With a slight chuckle, he grazed my shoulders appreciatively and kept working the fingers inside me, though, for a moment, I didn’t think it’d be possible. He kept on adding more of the oil, layer by layer, until he finally forced another finger inside me.
“Holy fuck,” I cried out. Painful tears leaked out of the corner of my eyes, but it had become vital to experience this more than anything else in this world.
When I looked over my shoulders again, I found Tristan slathering his cock with oil before fisting it in his hand.
“We are going to do this slow, baby,” his voice vibrated in anticipation of claiming another part of my body. He rubbed his lubricated cock against my sex. He withdrew the fingers and pressed the head of his cock in their stead.
I braced myself against the edge of the table, my breath so ragged that I could hardly recognize it. When his cock pressed deeper, I instinctively tightened.
“Relax, baby,” he breathed.
I tried to open for him, to spread myself wider, until I had started welcoming him inside me little by little. His dick pushed inside and past the initial resistance.
“God!” he bit out, head dropping between my shoulder blades, pausing. “Holy shit, baby. Holy shit.”
I was entirely breathless but could hear his attempts to steady his heart, which was beating as loudly as mine. Tris was slow in his movements, setting a pace that drove me positively insane. He listened to my breaths, plunging forward when the pain had subsided. Then he massaged my clit over and over until I melted into him before surging forward to sink all the way home.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped.
He took an equally bated breath without moving for several moments… waiting, inhaling me, caressing me, dropping sweet kisses, until I was shaking, trembling, and once more, on the edge of a cliff.
Droplets of sweat covered both of us as his fingers on my clit sped up, and he started moving inside me.
He pivoted his hips back and surged forward. “You like that I’m ruining you back here?” he asked in a voice devilishly low.
“Yes!” I moaned, throwing my head back right as he bit my neck. “God, yes.”
With a hand between my shoulders, he pressed square against the table while he stood behind me, fucking me. The fingers on my drenched clit had me so close while my nerve endings back there were flaring in every way.
“You’re so wet, baby. So very wet. You like it dirty, don’t you? Do you like me fucking you in the ass?”
“Yes. Yes.”
He gripped my hips, going rougher now, slamming into me as I screamed. He chased his own release while the fingers on my clit sped up to match his ecstasy. Everything felt so slick behind me, but it didn’t lessen the building pressure. There was a feeling threatening to implode, unlike never before. I writhed against his fingers, body tightening beyond belief. My knuckles were turning white by the way I was gripping the edge of the table. And all the while, he was stretching my virgin asshole.
The thought sent me spiraling.
“Fuck.” I came with slow waves of pleasure, rolling my hips at the same time Tris pulled himself out and his warm seed landed on my ass cheeks and legs.
His weight fell on top of me, keeping me trapped on the table. With the slick mess between us, I was surrounded by him, consumed by him. His scent, his taste, his gentle kisses, and the way he nuzzled my neck.
And most of all, his sacrifice.
The thought made me happier than I had ever been. I was ready to live my life alone. Suddenly, I hadhim, and now there was hope that we could change the world together.
With my cheek resting against the desk, I reopened the fantasies inside my head. There were so many hopes and dreams, followed by an alarming reality.
The damn curse.
