Page 60 of Dead Serious with Benefits
I had commented about him fucking me, and he was certainly intent on delivering. My body was wire tight, and when I cried out on a specific thrust, he bore down with even more intent than before, focusing on that spot and making me writhe. His face didn’t twist or scrunch with pleasure; all his lust and enjoyment was in his eyes, burning like the back of his eyes were flaming. His lips were pressed into a thin line as his chest began to shine with sweat.
Even I could see he was nearing the point of no return, and I knew how to get him there as his hips slapped against myass. I had held off from touching myself because he had been pounding my prostate into oblivion, and it was a miracle I hadn’t lost control yet. Yet all it would take was a few strokes of my cock, and I knew that fight would be lost, for both of us.
“Come for me,” he said quietly, an urgency in his voice as he saw me grab hold of my cock. “Let me watch it, let mefeelit.”
There was no way I was going to deny him, and I gripped myself, giving a few strokes and giving in to the pleasure that was already wiping away all but the most primitive thoughts. The dam broke, and I came hard, groaning and tightening the grip I had around his neck with my legs. My body jerked and I pushed against his next few thrusts, warmth spraying over my chest, stomach, and neck as I came harder than I remembered doing in a long ass time.
“Oh God,” he groaned as he thrust, and I felt his cock jerk inside me. His fingers tightened against my legs, and he sagged forward, eyelids fluttering shut, and finally, pleasure showed in every inch of his face. Warmth pooled inside me as he came, his hips giving little jerks of pleasure as he gave in to the moment, a gasp escaping him as he held himself flush against my body as tightly as he could.
When it was done, he shuddered and eased back, looking down at me with that same burning fire from before. Leaning down, he placed his tongue on the base of my sensitive dick and ran it up, making me whine in protest as my body screamed that it was all too much. I even slapped his shoulder when he sucked on the tip, my body hating it even as my mind was reeling with the understanding that he was trying to get the taste of me in his mouth.
An understanding that was solidified when his mouth dropped to my stomach so he could run his tongue up my stomach and chest, before coming to rest above my face. There was a hunger in his face that, while satiated, was not completelygone. I was struck by the realization that under all his self-control and tightly held emotions, something burned inside him, and never went out. I didn’t even know if he was aware of its existence, if he realized just how deep that fire went and for how long it had been burning, but now that I had borne witness to it, I didn’t think I could ever not see it.
Then he kissed me again, slow and deliberate, as if trying to temper the burning. I held him tight, not caring that we were smearing my mess everywhere. I wrapped my legs around him and held him close while the desire flared inside me even as my body said no, wait.
When we stopped, it was with no fanfare or announcement. We simply broke the kiss, and he lay beside me, facing me. His eyes closed, and I did the same, listening to his breathing as it slowed while I felt my heart begin to ease. I was lightheaded and a little dizzy, but the kind I knew meant I was in no danger. No, that was the byproduct of a damn fine orgasm...and perhaps the anticipation that we might not be finished.
“I won’t ask if you’re okay,” he said, and I broke into a grin.
“I hope not,” I told him, brushing a stray strand of hair caught by the sweat on his forehead. “I sure hope not.”
“No,” he repeated with a chuckle. “I’m trying to figure out if I really am ready for another round, like part of me thinks.”
“Oh, I know I am,” I said, running my hand along his head.
His eyes locked with mine, and my stomach flipped as I saw the hunger reappear. I didn’t know if I would be able to satiate it properly, but I knew I was more than willing to give it a shot. Giving him a smirk, I rolled away, moving toward the head of the bed and lying flat on my stomach. Rolling my hips, I stuck them up so my ass was presented to him, looking over my shoulder when I felt the bed jostle under his movement.
“You’re leaking,” he said, and I realized what he meant when his finger ran down the crack of my ass, and I moaned softly when his finger slid into me. “Still lubed up.”
“And ready,” I added for good measure. “No need for manners.”
He came up behind me and pushed in, this time with more force than the first time. A burning flare reminded me we had lingered long enough for me to start tightening, but I didn’t care. My dick might be a little overly sensitive, but my insides were thankfully not. The blunt head of his cock found my prostate again, and I gripped the bedcover as his hands wrapped around my waist and held on tight.
If the first time had been hurried and impatient, this time held a lot more intent, but not exactly more control. I was going to feel every inch of him tomorrow as he slammed into me, spreading me open roughly with each slap of his hips against my ass. It had been a long time since someone tried to claim me so directly and aggressively, and I welcomed it. Arlo didn’t operate under assumptions; he accepted things for what they were, and right now, he was accepting that what I wanted was to be fucked so stupidly I forgot my own name.
I had no idea where he found the strength or stamina, but he found it somewhere as he pounded me. He had to use his weight to get the necessary force, which didn’t matter to me. Actually, it did matter, because the weight of him on my back, the grind of his hips against my ass, and the feel of his thickness filling me time and time again without pause was precisely what I needed.
“Oh God, yes,” I groaned, no longer caring if someone heard us. The only thing that existed in that moment was him and me, his cock in my ass, and a pleasure that was making it impossible to have any clear thoughts. “Fuck me, please, Arlo, I?—”
His hand gripped my hair, yanking my head back as he thrust down into me. His motions shortened only so he could bend hishead and nip my jaw, forcing me to turn my head so he could push his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered as the sounds of our sex filled the room, the smell of our cum and sweat making me dizzy alongside the feel of the nerves inside me exploding every time his cock was shoved inside.
And then he stopped. I turned my head to gape at him in shock. His eyes were still burning, his mouth twisted in a pleased smirk. “Do you think you should have paid for this?”
I grunted in annoyance. “You’re not an escort or a whore, Arlo.”
“You’re saying I don’t fuck like one?”
“No, I’m saying I want you to fuckmelike I’m one.”
His eyes flashed, and I suddenly found myself with my ass in the air, even higher, and my face pressed into the bed. He was still on one knee, but he brought his foot to my side, and I knew the leverage for what it was. I cried out as he gripped me harder, his other hand pinning me between my shoulders as he began to fuck me even harder than before. It hurt, but not nearly as much as it drove me insane with pleasure. The man had already fucked me hard, come deep inside me, and now he was using it as lube to fuck me again. I didn’t care if my body had once protested doing more; all that mattered was that he kept fucking me for all he was worth.
And it was worth a lot. I was lost in the moment, unable to savor it because I didn’t have the presence of mind to do something as thoughtful as savoring. All I could do was hold on for dear life as the once quiet, respectable man did what I asked and fucked me like I was to be used, paid, and shown the door.
Then he grunted, and I was completely aware as his hips snapped to bury him inside me once more, and I felt his cock twitch. I panted as I felt him coming a second time, filling me to the point that warmth dripped down my leg. I groaned in protestwhen he pulled out, and more warmth splattered over my balls, dripping onto my dangling, hard cock.
I was flipped before I could protest. His mouth wrapped around my cock, and I cried out as he bobbed only a few times, my hips shoving up into his mouth as I came down his throat. I didn’t think it was possible to come harder than I had the first time, but the edges of my vision blurred as I held tight to his head, keeping him there so I could lose myself in the feel of his mouth and throat as I gave him another load.
“Goddamn,” I hissed as I collapsed onto the bed.
