Page 59 of Dead Serious with Benefits
“A pity we don’t come self-lubricating,” I chuckled, even though that would bereallyhandy now.
He got up, his cock bobbing as he walked toward the hallway. I followed him, blinking when the light came on, andhe reappeared with a large ball of fluff in his hand. I realized it was a cat and not a throw pillow when it gave a meow of protest as it was put down, and Arlo pushed its butt. “Go on, Rags, not tonight. Go find your brother.”
“I forgot you had cats,” I said as I followed him into his room, where a bedside table illuminated enough to see as he dropped onto the edge of the bed, pulling off his shoes and socks. That was distracting, because I could not only see the muscles of his body moving with every shift, but his cock was still hard and jutting out from his body in a lurid display that I couldn’t take my eyes off.
“Based on the drooling, I think you’ve forgotten all about the cats,” he said as he tucked his shoes under the bed and tossed the socks into a nearby clothes hamper.
“Oh, just thinking about having that thing inside me,” I said as I kicked off my shoes, tucking them against the wall in an attempt to respect his orderly habits. Next went the pants and underwear, which I hastily removed and tossed over a chair.
He looked up and straightened. “My oh my, I thought a lot about what it would look like to have you naked in front of me, and I have to say, I am not disappointed.”
I closed the door behind me and paced forward, stopping in front of him. “That so?”
“Yes,” he said, running his hands down my sides to my hips, tugging me forward to grab two handfuls of my ass. “No question about that.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” I said as his fingers worked into he crack of my ass. “Now let’s see about getting those clothes off.”
I gave him a push so he sprawled on his back, hooking my fingers into the band of his pants and pulling them off. I carefully folded the pants neatly and draped them over the back of the chair I had thrown my pants into. Next came theunderwear, and he rolled his eyes when I folded those as well before tossing them into the hamper along with his socks.
“Sarcasm is most unbecoming,” he chided with a shake of his head.
“The only thing I want to be coming is us,” I told him, getting onto the bed, a knee on each side of him as I straddled his lap. I watched the pupils of his eyes swell when I sank, his cock sliding between my ass as my hands came to rest on his stomach. “How about that?”
His hands slid up my thighs, licking his lips eagerly as he gripped them. “I think I can handle that just fine.”
“Good,” I chuckled.
He sat up, pushing me down to his thighs before leaning over to grab something from the bedside table. I wasn’t surprised to see a bottle of lube before he flopped back, and I followed, kissing him. Our cocks slid against one another as my tongue moved across his, and I found myself rutting against him eagerly. It was like being a horny teenager all over again, and I relished the feel of his body on mine and the way his hands roamed.
A quick, pleased gasp escaped me when he slid a finger into me, slick from the lube I had only vaguely realized he had been fiddling with. The feeling was a welcome surprise, but his finger wasn’t enough. I was practically squirming as he slid his finger deeper, as far as it would go, before rocking the digit back and forth inside me.
“Ah shit,” I groaned as I realized that patience was not going to be my strong suit tonight. “Give me that.”
Arlo blinked when I took the bottle of lube from him, my hand shaking slightly as I squirted some onto my hand. Then I reached behind me to lube him up. It wasn’t the neatest job, but it would work just fine. His eyes widened as I shoved myknees into the bed to steady myself and lifted, keeping my hand gripped around his cock, and then lowered my body.
Pressure built up where our skin met as my body resisted the intrusion before finally giving in. A grunt was forced out of me as the head and first inch pushed inside, but I could deal with that. The aching burn of an unprepared penetration wasn’t my favorite thing, but I’d been with enough people and had enough fun to determine that sometimes it was the price you paid when you didn’t want to wait.
“Whoa,” Arlo said as I eased down to the halfway point, his body stiffening. “Careful, it’s...a lot.”
“Yes, it is,” I said as I finally had enough of his dick inside me not to have to grip the base, and rested my still-wet hand on his chest, the other on the bed to steady myself as I sank further. It took a couple of minutes, but even the dull ache of feeling too full too fast was worth it when I sat completely in his lap. His body vibrated beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips before easing his grip little by little. “You okay?”
“I haven’t seen someone take so much so quickly before,” he said with a chuckle. “A little bit of pain isn’t bad for me, but most people aren’t quite as into it.”
“I can put up with a lot,” I said with a snort. “And now that it doesn’t hurt quite as bad, I have to say, this is already well worth it. Now...I do believe you said something about fucking me?”
“Not what I said, but I can certainly accommodate,” Arlo said with a smirk.
“Good, but first,” I said, picking myself up and easing back down again. “God, yeah. Still need to loosen up a little.”
Arlo stayed on his back as I worked him in and out of me, feeling the grip around his cock loosening with each movement. It didn’t hurt that I had wrapped my hand around my cock and was stroking it, which always helped my body realize it was fun time, not tense time. I was finally able to appreciate the fullfeeling of him inside me, the ache almost nothing as I rode him slowly, carefully, stroking myself in tandem.
“Hold still,” he said, taking my hips and yanking me down so our bodies were flush.
I grunted, more in surprise than pain, as he pulled me forward and held me tight before rolling so I was on my back with him above me. Sliding back, he put his feet on the ground and, taking hold of my thighs, brought my hips to the edge of the bed. My legs were propped on his shoulders, and I was more than a little glad that I kept myself limber.
As usual, he was a man of few words. He adjusted his grip and began to move. At first, he slid out slowly, and I almost protested when he went all the way to the head and then...stopped. There was a painful emptiness inside me, but it was quickly replaced as he slid into me once again, all the way to the base. He didn’t pause, though, just took himself almost all the way out again before sliding neatly into me.
After a few seconds, his movements picked up, going just as deep, but his hips pushed forward harder and faster each time. The position and the way he leaned over me as he held my legs tightly meant he was able to get deeper than I thought possible. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he thrust, shoving himself forward to drop his knee onto the bed for more leverage.
