Page 15 of Only Me
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Casey
Zeke gasps, struggling to regain his breathe after what has to be the most intense moment of both our lives. I’ve masturbated a few times before but never has anything rocked me so deep to my core like that. Everything I’d heard from the girls at the club led me to believe sex the first time would hurt like crazy. That I’d never want to do it again, but it’s the total opposite. I was so out of my mind with my orgasm that I only felt the tiniest pinch as Zeke pushed into me for the first time.
I felt full to the brim, but not in an uncomfortable way, in a complete way. Then he started coming almost right away, and the hot flood of his cum inside me set off all these little tremors, I couldn’t get enough.
“We didn’t use a condom.” The words fly from my mouth at the same time the thought pops into my head.
Zeke leans his head back a little, his eyes hooded and completed sated. “Never want one of those things between us. I’ve never even bought one. I don’t plan on starting now.”
There are so many condoms hidden away in stashes around this house I have no excuse for not getting one. When you live in a safe house for LGBTQ teens, protection is paramount. Or that is what Murray and Luther always said.
But I can’t find it in myself to care that we were completely reckless the very first time. “What if I get pregnant?”
Zeke’s eyes light up and just when I thought his cock was starting to go softfinally, it roars back to life inside me. “Good, I want to make babies with you. I want us to be the parents neither of us had.”
Tears spring to my eyes, because yeah, I want that too. As much as I love my little makeshift family, I want one of my own. Looking into Zeke’s eyes, I know I’ve found that. We might be young, both in our early twenties. But we have plenty of money, hell we are both now officially millionaires, business owners, and homeowners. Why not have babies?
“This is crazy. We just met today, and we’re already talking about babies.”
Zeke slowly glides his cock out of my pussy until he almost falls free from my body, but at the last second thrusts back in. “Maybe it’s crazy. But so is finding out you inherited a strip club from a gay uncle you barely remember. So is escaping a religious cult run by your parents. So is making it to the age of twenty-five with the barest knowledge of the world. A whole lot of crazy got us to this moment. But it makes sense because I love you like crazy.”
“I love you like crazy, too.” Maybe crazy doesn’t have to be bad.
Zeke’s thrusts pick up speed. He glances down between our bodies and my eyes follow his gaze. Watching as his cock disappears inside me then reappear as he pulls out is mesmerizing. We stare in stunned silence for several minutes. It’s the sexiest thing in the world seeing his thick, long cock covered in our combined juices.
He reaches between us and circles his thumb around my clit, pressing down on my lower belly with his palm. He thrusts harder, pushes down on my stomach a little more. “I can feel myself inside you.”
I feel it too. The pressure of his hand compressing everything and making it tighter. Intensifying each thrust until I’m not sure I can take this much pleasure in one night.
I’m so slippery from our combined juices, Zeke has no problem now gliding in and out of my barely broken in pussy. The room is filled with wet sounds that I should be embarrassed about, but only make this whole thing hotter. Drifting up my body, Zeke cups one breast in his hand, leaning down to suck it into his mouth, hard. “Someday our babies are going to drink from here. Until then, these puppies are all mine to play with.”
Oh, boy does he, Zeke sits up on his knees, continuing to thrust in and out of me at a pace that is mind-blowing yet not quite enough to tip me over the edge into yet another orgasm. With both hands-free now, he goes to town on my breasts: pinching, massaging, and squeezing. Figuring out what I like, what makes me scream, and finally, what makes me come all over his cock again, and again.
“I thought virgins were supposed to be clumsy and have no stamina.” I’ve gone totally limp, lying beneath him with my legs spread wide and my body a puddle of satisfied woman. But he keeps going, touching and teasing me until I’m right there on the precipice once again.
“I’ve come twice inside you already, but you’re so fucking sexy my dick wants more.”
I look down to where he’s still lazily thrusting in and out of my spent core. He’s still hard and covered in so much cum, both his and mine, that it damn near sparkles in the moonlight shining in through the window.
“That thing is going to have to go down at some point, right? Because I’m not sure how much longer I can keep my eyes open.” My body from my eyelids to my toes feels heavy and warm.
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve never masturbated before, the only time I’ve ever come was in my sleep. I have no idea if this is normal or what.” He pulls his cock from my channel, and the warm trickle of liquid follows, spilling below us. Immediately he shoves himself back inside. “Hell, Spitfire, I’m not ready to leave your warmth yet.” He lays back down on top of me and rolls until I’m sprawled over him, his cock still firmly planted inside, but he doesn’t thrust. His touches are soft and soothing, not meant to rev me back up.
I shiver a little, and he pulls the afghan Luther made me a few Christmases ago up over us. Before I know it, my eyes drift shut, and sleep overtakes me.
* * *
When I wake up,the sun is streaming in through the dormer windows, and I’m already halfway to another orgasm. It takes me a hot minute to figure out what the hell is going on. My face is smashed into the pillow, just like always when I wake up.
Zeke’s solid chest and a soft layer of chest hair made an amazing pillow to sleep on. But now my man-pillow is between my legs, hands gripping my ass to give him access and tongue lapping from my clit back to my ass over and over.
“What are you doing?” I moan and shift my hips back a little to try and get his mouth pressed harder against my sex.
“Having breakfast.” He spears his tongue deep into my pussy, and I bury my face into the pillow, screaming into the downy fluff.
When he goes back to the long licks, I crane my neck around to find him camped out between my legs, his firm round ass lifting and falling as he humps the edge of the bed where he’s bent over to get access.
