Page 72 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
Goddamn. Dex is my little pillow princess: he loves to take dick and be pleasured until he’s on the brink of exhaustion. Topping and putting in more work than a blowjob isn’t usually his speed, but like hell am I going to deny him if he wants to take me up on the offer to get his tongue in my hole.
As soon as my ass is over his face, Dex hooks an arm around my hips and brings them down to his level. At first, it’s just some tentative swipes through my crease, but then he gets the courage to part my cheeks with his fingers and the first press of his tongue has me almost forgetting I’m supposed to be doing the same to him.
I stuff him full of my fingers and take his cock in my mouth, tracing the underside of the head in the way that makes his entire body shudder. It’s a messy as fuck blowjob, spit dribbling down his balls that I use to soften his greedy hole more.
Dex doesn’t go any easier on my ass than I do his, tongue stroking over my entrance in messy swirls, stubble giving his movements a subtle bite. I don’t want this to be over before I have a chance to get inside him, so when his tongue slips past my rim, I give a few rough grinds on his face before pulling away completely, despite the growl he makes when I do.
“Gonna fuck you now, baby, relax,” I mutter, slipping my fingers out and rubbing his thighs in soothing circles.
This is the part Dex wants me to improvise on.
“Who says making love has to be slow, sweet, and missionary?”he’d asked.“Take me however you want. I want them to know you’re more than just a one-time fuck.”
I settle on the edge of the bed, fully facing the camera with one foot on the floor and my other leg hitched on the mattress. Dex’s eyes flare with heat when I motion for him to come around, and he stops in front of the camera for a beat to whisper something I can’t quite hear before coming back and wrapping his arms around my neck.
“Am I riding you?” he asks in palpable anticipation.
“Yes, love.” I drag him down for a kiss and mutter against his lips, “Turn around so they can see your pretty cock while I fuck you.”
I feel the goosebumps rise on his arms at the words. Dex fucking loves when I talk about his cock, loves when I praise and worship it. I’d love nothing more than to get it inside me some day, but Dex gets shifty when I bring it up, so I try not to mention it.
He turns, his thick, muscular ass looking so delectable that I can’t resist leaning forward and running my tongue up his crease, spreading those cheeks and sucking a wet kiss to his hole.
“Valen!” he moans out, hips thrusting towards my mouth, a hand flying back to grip the back of my head. “I’ll come if you don’t stop.”
Sounds like a challenge if you ask me. I don’t stop kissing or licking at his loose, quivering rim until his thighs start to tremble and the hand in my hair tightens in a warning.
Immediately, I stop, grip his dick at the base, and brush a kiss over his spine. “You’re still getting fucked. Even if you come on my tongue. Don’t act like you don’t love being pushed past the overstimulation.”
“I prefer that when you’re already inside me. Please, Valen? I love your mouth but I want your cock.”
Smiling into the curve of his ass, I run my hands up his shoulders and lean back. “Sit down.”
Dex doesn’t need any further instruction to grip my dick and hold it still while he sinks down. Pushing past that first ring of muscle makes my eyes roll back, makes my cock twitch where it’s breached his hole, and in typical Dex fashion, he doesn’t take it slow.
He barely takes a few calming breaths before dropping himself the rest of the way down my shaft, and I have to clench his hips with bruising fingers to fight off the wave of ecstasy that washes over me.
“Goddamn, Dex. I swear to god one day I’m going to spank you for shit like that,” I hiss straight into his ear, and the grin he sends back is entirely unapologetic.
“Maybe I’d like that.” He swivels his hips, pulling long, drawn out moans from us both.
“Sit still and look at the camera,” I say, and he does as instructed. “Good boy. Wind your arm around my neck.” This one takes him a second, and I think it’s because he’s reading comments, so I gently thrust up to regain his attention. “Arm, Dex.”
He reaches back and hooks his arm around my neck, pressing his back to my chest and resting his head on my shoulder. “Like this?”
I kiss the side of his head and run my hand down his meaty torso. “Perfect, love.”
With his head turned to the crook of my neck, the audience can’t see the smile he presses into my skin. We agreed that my name for him would stay between us, private, a piece of us that we don’t share with his followers.
Calling him ‘love,’ ‘baby,’ and ‘good boy’ just fall naturally in its place.
“How do I feel inside you?”
Somehow, he seats me deeper, releasing a shaky breath that caresses my cheek.
“Full.”
Words are flying across Dex’s laptop screen faster than I can even begin to pay attention to, but I’m taking it as a sign we’re doing something right.
