Page 96 of Roleplay at Randy's
Elias leaves tiny stinging bites to my thighs. They don’t hurt, but they keep me present. He crawls up my body, leaving kisses of hot breath branded onto my skin. Hismouth hovers over mine, and when he looks into my eyes, the first strand of control breaks.
I blink, and the tears I’d been holding back roll down only to be met with Elias’ soft lips.
“I know, sweetheart,” his words fan across my face. “You can cry. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”
They fall faster, harder, and while Elias is busy kissing them away, his hands spread me further apart, his hips nudge the inside of my thighs, and then he’s filling me with his cock, slowly and firmly. I open for him so easily, accept him into my body without a shred of resistance.
It feels so good.
And it hurts.
Not in my hole; that is a perfectly pleasurable stretch.
It’s my heart. Gone for him. Cracking at every tiny display of affection. Suffering with each roll of his hips, short and deliberate.
It builds.
And builds.
The pressure in my chest is suffocating.
The deeper he gets, the harder it is to breathe.
One pump rougher than the rest dislodges a sob from my throat.
My voice is soon to follow.
“Elias.” It’s a cry that peaks and breaks.
He puts a hand over my mouth, holding a soft “shh” to my ear.
With my mouth covered and Elias rolling into me over and over again, the muffled sobs come in droves. They come until I can’t see anything past the tears in my eyes. They come until my jaw starts to burn from Elias’ grip. They come until my body coils tight, until his cock hits me somewherejust rightand then the sobs become a scream.
Elias’ mouth replaces his hand, tongue plunging into my mouth as I writhe on the cock inside me, aftershocks rippling through me with every measured thrust.
The stillness comes to an end.
I throw my arms around Elias’ neck and kiss him back with everything I have.
I love you, too. I love you so fucking much I don’t know what to do with myself.
I can’t say it. I can’t reciprocate. Because it would only hurt us both.
Instead, I kiss him hard, and I fuck myself on his dick, taking him as deep as my body allows.
“Come in me,” I gasp into his mouth. “I’m on hormones and long term birth control.”
“Matty.”
“Please. I want to feel you, Lee.”
Our eyes lock on one another, and he gives me the barest nod. I’m empty, so fucking empty, while he slips out to pull off the condom, but then he’s sinking in again and every pleasure center in my body goes off all at once.
God, yes, he feels incredible.
I meet him thrust for thrust, rocking down as he punches up, and I have to yank his mouth to mine to bury my moans in his throat.
We both become more frantic as he gets closer to his own release. He pants into my mouth, movements getting sloppy, and I use what little energy I have left to wrap my legs around his hips and pull him in deeper.
