Page 63 of Unlocked Dive
He’s been inside me ever since.
I’m bracing for another slap when he spreads my cheeks and runs his tongue up my crack from the base of my balls to my rim. I come off the bed with a shuddered sigh, and he hums against the sensitive flesh.
“Ohfuck,” I say again, and he bites into the inner slope of one cheek above the crease of my thigh so my balls go tight and I squirm away from him.
“Told you,” he murmurs, and then sucks on the spot, soothing the marks left by his teeth with the heat of his mouth. He trails the tip of his tongue lightly across to the other side, dipping briefly to flutter against my hole, before repeating the whole bite-suck-flutter on the other side. The warring sensations have me alternately thrusting into the mattress and arching up to chase his mouth. The rough fabric of the duvet is soaked with my precum, a delicious chafe along my cock that borders on pain, and the unfamiliar feeling of beingtoyedwithis wringing little growls of frustration from my chest.
When he hauls my hips up off the bed, I almost whine at the loss of sensation on my cock, but then he spears my entrance with his tongue, and it turns to a gasp. He threads one arm between my thighs, wrapping over my hip and splaying his long fingers over my ass, holding me still and spread open for his questing tongue. His other hand tugs lightly on my sac, rolling my balls gently in a warning grip.
And his mouth—holyfuck, his fucking mouth. With all the times I’ve had my dick inside it, I thought I knew the depth of that slick heat. Now I’m being invaded, and all the hot, wet, hard-soft textures are focused in one small place that feels likeeverywhere, lapping and sucking and plundering untiltoo muchbecomesnot enough.I’m pressing shamelessly back into him, trying to fuck myself on his tongue. My hands tug at their elasticrestraints in a mindless, desperate bid to touch my weeping cock.
“Echo.Baby.” I’m trying to growl, but my voice is a hoarse plea, ignored by the sadistic nymph with my balls in his hand. Right when I think I might actually tear the slat from the bed frame, he tightens his grip, and the sharp jolt of pain has me clenching on his tongue. Immediately, he pushes back, delving even deeper, and slides his dangerous hand up the length of my cock to squeeze the head.
I collapse on the bed, driving my cock into his palm as my knees give out with a shudder.
He lets me fall, trailing kisses up my spine as I rut into his hand, seconds from what is sure to be one of the most insane orgasms of my life. But as soon as I start to swell in his grip, he pulls away, leaving me bereft of sensation. When I grind against the bed, his hand comes down on my ass again, the hardest slap yet, and I grunt, jerking in my restraints.
“Ow,” I complain, drunk on desire and ripped from the edge of release to the startle of pain.
“No coming yet,” he chides, his fingers gliding over the hurt, cool this time and slippery with lube.When did that happen? “Four fingers, remember?” He leans in close and tugs my chin around, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I offered three, but you said four. Now you’re gonna take everything you asked for.”
I’m loose and heavy, almost drugged. His words wash over me, but I can’t catch enough meaning to be afraid.
Only the fragments of his beauty taste real—a smear of blue like neon through mist, the midnight lust of bright eyes blown dreamless, the halo shine of white skin eclipsing lines of hieroglyphic ink along a curve of bicep. I blink, and he’s kissing me, deep and thorough, the inexorable force of his tongue in my mouth creating an echo—Echo—of another invasion. Betweenone heartbeat and the next, I’m back on the brink, groaning into his mouth and fighting to keep still on the bed.
He pins me with his weight, settling the slick curve of his cock between my cheeks. With one hand tangled in my hair and the other firm on my hip, he rides me for his own pleasure, sliding roughly along my crease.
“Fuck, Byrd,” he grunts. “It’s gonna feel so fucking amazing when I finally bury myself in this perfect ass.”
“Yes,” I gasp, trying to arch into him, each drag of his thick head over my rim exquisite torture. The throb in my sac has climbed my spine, lodged now in my throat, escaping in rough grunts. He chases his orgasm, and I cry out the moment his hot cum spills over my lower back.
Did he come on my face?
No, those hot tracks are tears.
“Shhh,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
He smears his fingers through his cum and slips one down to tease my hole. “One.” He pushes gently past the first ring of muscle, and I’m too gone to resist. All I feel is eager. “Oh,good boy.” I can hear the smile in his voice as he sinks the rest of the way inside, curling slightly to brush against my prostate, and I forget my own name.
“Echo.”Hisname, I can remember.
“Two.” The second finger burns but melts almost immediately into that feeling of full, ofmore.This time, he scissors them, twisting and stretching, and my ass comes off the bed as my fists curl in the pillow.
“More. Please more.” My voice is a low rasp, beyond pleading, dredged from the ache at the base of my dick. The rough pulse of Echo’s breathing beats in my ears, matching my own.
“Three.”
I’m dying. This is what it feels like to fall into heaven.
There’s pain. Pain like the fire of his palm on the curve of my ass. Pain like Echo on his knees, begging me totake.
Pain like falling in love when you least expect it.
He takes his time now, and his other hand comes around to stroke my neglected, sobbing cock, swirling the precum lazily over my crown. He pinches the tip and runs his tongue up through the mess on my spine, and I open with a sigh. Lapping me clean, he pumps his fingers to the rhythm of my heart until I’m rocking into his hands and my orgasm builds again in the space between each frantic beat.
I’m so close. I hear the words “four, four, four” and realize I’m chanting under my breath. His tongue is between my shoulder blades now, and he kisses each crest of my spine, a scrape of teeth and suction that echoes in my dick.
And then suddenly, he’s gone, hands and teeth and weight lost to the weeping edges of my skin.
