Page 60 of Shiver
I had no idea being picked up and moved around like I am a doll would be so fucking hot.
He kisses me again before moving to the desk and pulling out the lube and a condom. Then he’s pushing me up on the bed, our mouths once more locked together as he devours me. His tongue commands mine. He steals my breath and my will to do anything but be right here.
I’m so caught up in his kisses, my hands running over his shoulders and arms and chest, that I miss the sound of the tube of lube opening until his fingers are rimming my hole. I’m so fucking eager for his touch. For his presence in my body, stroking and stretching me.
Rake wastes no time breaching my ring. He doesn’t start out with a single finger, but two. I grip his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he manages to kiss me harder. With each deeper thrust of his tongue in my mouth, his fingers ease their way in. Stretching me, opening me. Scissoring me wider.
For far too long, he uses just his two, pushing them in and pulling them out. Twisting them. Curling themwithouthitting my prostate like he’s trying to torture me.
When I’m getting lightheaded from not being able to breathe, his mouth breaks from mine and trails down my chest. He bites my nipple, making me grunt and tangle my fingers into his hair. “More,” I demand. “Stop taking your time.”
He chuckles and I feel his third finger as he pulls the two out. The sting is back as he eases that one in. I grunt, my legs coming up to allow him more access as my muscles tense at the new filled feeling. It doesn’t hurt, exactly, but my body is prepared for it too. Tensing, waiting for the pain.
His mouth drops to my dick and everything uncomfortable melts away. I grip his hair as he sucks me to the back of his throat. My back arches off the bed as I loudly groan into the room. I still feel his fingers moving inside me. Moving deeper, harder.
I’m expecting a long interlude between that third and fourth since he wanted to torture me with two for an entire day before adding the third. But I’ve barely gotten used to the third when he’s working the fourth in.
My hips buck, but I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or pain. He’s not as gentle as he had been, but the arousal inside me is spinning so loudly with the things his tongue is doing to my dick that it’s a war to determine which sensation will win out. When he curls his fingers and starts pressing purposefully on my prostate, I go wild.
Bucking into his mouth. My legs box his head in. I’m so damn loud that I’m going to wake the dead. And I’m not even sure there’s a cemetery nearby.
I’ve come like this many times. He’s an expert at delivering an orgasm so good that I am instantly asleep after. As this one builds, I know it's coming. That intense pleasure that sends me careening into another world.
“Rake,” I grunt, begging. “Don’t. Don-don’t make me come. I want your cock.”
His chuckle around my rigid length has my dick leaking. This is more than pre-cum. It’s like, the appetizer. More than a snack but less than the full course.
He pops off my dick, and I think he’s going to let up. But his fingers press incessantly on my prostate as he fucks almost his entire hand in my ass. It’s so delicious. So fucking good that my head hurts.
“Good,” he says, and my mind is spinning. “I need you to come for me because when I’m inside you after, you won’t be coming for a long time.”
I open my mouth to answer, but he is already back around my cock. And then it’s all over. He’s sentenced me to death by orgasm. I didn’t know his mouth could pull my breath out through my cock, but when my lungs empty, I cannot suck in another. Stars blanket my vision and then I come violently.
I’m not even halfway through the torrent of mad pleasure when his hand and his mouth leave me. I have no idea when he put a condom on or when he lubed up, but I’m still mid-orgasm when he changes what he’s doing to me and his dick is suddenly right there. Pushing into my gaping hole, the ring already relaxed by his whole fucking fist.
He’s partly in before there’s resistance. My body doesn’t know whether to continue orgasming or protest at the burning in my ass that’s slowly increasing. My eyes are wide as I stare at him, still struggling to breathe.
Rake leans down, his mouth hovering over mine. “Breathe, baby,” he murmurs. For some reason, his words make my eyes sting. The gentle tone. The way he’s pressing against me, his arm under me and around my back. Holding me to him. Keeping me to him like he wants me. Like this is something special.
My inhale is shaky, and I feel his dick more than anything right now. It’s an odd thing. Totally not supposed to be there. My body feels weird, like there’s something stuck inside my ass. I nearly snort, because that’s exactly what it is. But the internal laughter dies when I realize he only paused to give me a moment and wasn’t actually done invading my body.
A whine slips from my lips as I wiggle uncomfortably under him, trying to ease the pressure and relieve the ache. Trying to burrow into his chest so he can make it go away so I can just feel good.
His mouth on mine distracts me. It’s not as ravenous as before. It’s slow and deep and languid. Kissing me with such heat and passion that I forget that sex doesn’t feel good yet, and wrap my arms around his neck.
I get lost in him. In the way he holds me. Kisses me. Finds every way to take care of me in every instance that I need him to.
By the time I realize he’s rocking in and out of me at a slow, gentle pace, the pain is gone. There’s no more ache. But my body is still suspended in a state where it’s not sure if this feels good or not, whether I should be enjoying it or just tolerating it.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice like vocal sex. I groan at the sound, nodding. “Can I make you feel good now?”
“You can try,” I tell him. When I open my eyes, he’s grinning like I just issued him a challenge.
Rake chuckles. “Get ready, baby. I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing—an orgasm that a pussy can never bring you.”
I admit that I’m skeptical, even knowing that he can shut off my mind with his fingers alone. But that’s different. His fingers are what, three, four inches long? I mean, okay when he’s got them all in there, it’s pretty thick too.
But he has his dick almost literally in my guts. Like, my colon leads to my guts, and he’s fucking filling it with cock.
