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“I’m impatient to see if you give it as well as you take it.”
Cheeky little?—
I slide out and slam back in—only once to see how hereacts—and Elias throws his head back with a growl that makes my control falter. Again, out and back in, a little harder, and his groan pitches up just slightly.
There we go.
“Stop fighting me,” I laugh as I set a pace that has his restrained grunts and moans turning into thinly veiled whimpers and whines. “Fuck you feel so good.”
I wish I really could feel him wrapped around me, but the fantasy is there. His pleasured sounds echo in my head, spurring me on even as an ache forms in my thighs.
“Matty!” He’s reaching for me again, and I let him drag me into a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. We’re both too busy panting and thrusting, rocking and moaning, just absolutely losing ourselves in each other to give a fuck about anything other than how good this feels.
Elias takes to dick like he was born for it, like whatever entity oversees us created him for this very moment. To break apart and be fucked back together.
Too soon, I have to take a breath of my own, changing my pattern to a slow roll as I try to tamp down the impending orgasm threatening to take hold. I’ll sure as hell fuck him through my release, but that spark of competitiveness in me—the one that’s been snuffed out since I left the dance scene—lights up like a neon sign.
I want Lee to come first. I want him to be absolutely fucking blissed, and then I want to come to the satisfaction thatI did that to him.
“Do you know what’s great about being a dancer?”
Elias is holding his own legs back now, trying so obviously hard not to do as he damn well pleases and fuck himself on the dildo. Props to him, because I would never have the willpower. If he doesn’t want me riding his dick, man will have to physically restrain me.
Not today, though. Today I’m settling my hips into an open yet still semi-comfortable position as I lock eyes with Lee, and as slowly—and carefully—as I can manage, lean down to take his thick, angry cock into my mouth.
The burn in my thighs intensifies, and my core isn’t too happy about it either, but a lifetime of conditioning and training isn’t so easily forgotten. Out of practice perhaps, but I don’t need this to last for long
I can’t fuck him like this, though. Not beyond short, punchy rolls, but sometimes all you really need is to feel full while someone works your cock. Being fucked is fantastic, but coming with something inside you for the first time is a fucking experience.
Lee abandons his legs to knot his fingers in my hair, and each sharp tug only serves to make me suck him harder, take him as deep as the angle allows.
“Matty. Matty. Fuck.Fuck, I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop.”
I have no plans to, but my mouth is too full to reassure him. Instead, I reach blindly for one last thing I prepped and press a button on it.
Elias and I both tense, the vibrations immediately assaulting my dick while the toy buzzes in his ass. I barely have time to feel my own rising climax, because Elias chokes out a warning, and then warm, salty fluid fills my mouth.
I swallow. It keeps coming. I let it pool on my tongue, and as soon as his cock stops twitching with his release, I swallow again and let him fall from my mouth.
The vibrations mixed with the ridges pressed tight to my dick are simultaneously too much and not enough. I could practically cry in frustration, but Elias—still recovering from his own orgasm—reads me too well.
He clasps a hand on the back of my neck and draws mymouth to his, flexing his hips to take the dildo deeper where I’ve sort of given up moving.
“Come in me, Matty,” he rasps against my kiss-swollen lips. “Fuck your cum into me. Please. I want it.”
Logistics can fuck right off. Whatever Elias wants, Elias gets because I’m so head over heels in love with him, and I need to comeso fucking bad.
The orgasm ripples through me, hole pulsing and dick throbbing as the pressure crests over. I kiss him harder, knowing we’re both bound to bruise, and I force myself to keep pumping into him, over and over until the overstimulation brings tears to my eyes.
Elias rests a big, warm hand on my lower back, forcing me down so our chests collide. A hot breath escapes me, and Elias is quick to give it a home between his own lips.
Exhaustion blankets me, the arousal shifting to a low simmer in my gut. We share a lazy kiss until Lee shifts his hips and the soreness sets in. Unlike a flesh dick, the dildo is still hard as fuck and we're both wiped.
I smack around for the remote, turning the toy off, and carefully slide out of him until he's sighing at the emptiness.
It would only take a minute to work the strap off of me, but I can barely hold my own weight, so I collapse back onto his chest and accept his waiting arms.
Fingers stroke along my shoulders, Elias's head rests on top of mine, and I'm still panting like a dog in heat.
