Page 29 of One Lovely Lie

He swirls his tongue over my hole, applying just the right amount of pressure to make my toes curls.

I must blackout because he’s the only thing I can feel. Not the scratchy blanket underneath us, not the beat of my own heart, not the pounding in my ears, just him.

I momentarily think that I want him to do this every hour of every day for the rest of my fucking life.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he mumbles, digging his teeth into one ass cheek and licking the abused spot when I yelp. “I’m going to do something new, but you have to tell me if you don’t like it.”

There can’t be anything better than what he’s doing right now, but I trust him implicitly. He reaches around me and places his finger in front of my mouth. Out of instinct, or sheer assumption, I take it between my lips and suck.

Once he’s satisfied that his finger is nice and wet, he retracts his hand, and it’s one soft moment before I feel it prodding against my hole.

“Tell me how that feels.”

“Um, weird?” I say, squirming as he works the finger deeper, wincing at the unusual pressure. “It feels like there’s a finger in my ass.”

“Okay…” he mumbles. “How about…now?”

I’m about to tell him that it feels the same—unusual as fuck—until he hits just the right spot inside of me and I feel myself physically leap up in the air.

“Holy shit!” I shout, half-chuckle and half-moan. “I almost came.”

“No, no. No coming yet. I’m not anywhere near close to done with you,” he promises, continuing to press that finger on that magic spot as he squeezes the tip of my cock. “Hold on.”

I nod helplessly as he works himself in and out of me, gaining a light sheen of sweat on my skin. I can feel every single nerve in my body light up in pure pleasure.

“This is going to feel so good when I’m inside you. Can you picture it, baby? Can you imagine my cock replacing my fingers, fucking you so good?”

I groan and push back at him. “When you talk like that…”

“You love it when I talk dirty to you, admit it,” he rasps, speeding up his thrusts as he kisses both my ass cheeks. “My best friend turns into a little slut once you have him on all fours.”

“Magnus, Magnus, Magnus…”

“That’s it. Ride my face. Keep pushing back at me.”

I hadn’t even realized I was doing it, but here I am. I’m acting just like the slut he called me, but I’ll fucking wear that title proudly. I push back and rub my ass against his face, taking his fingers and his tongue, and whimpering at the feel of his scruff against my skin.

I’m trying to hold on because I want this feeling to last as long as possible, but I’m helpless to the orgasm that racks through me. It’s like an eruption that takes all my energy and all my thoughts and all my emotions. It’s so strong I can feel tears prickling the corners of my eyes.

If there is a God, he is really fucking smiling down at me.

I collapse in a puddle of my own release, not bothering to be grossed out by the stickiness coating my skin.

“So, what did you think?” Magnus asks, slinking his way up the bed to rest beside me, bringing my head to his chest as he pets my hair. “Did you like it?”

“Like it?” I huff, shaking my head. “I fucking loved it.”

He seems extremely relieved and pleased at my enjoyment and it makes my heart flutter. “Seems like we’re doing that more often. Another experience checked off our list.”

I hold back my wince at his words. Right. This is just a checklist to him. This is just a way for me to get experience. I’m so fucking stupid to keep forgetting that. But, lying here like this with him, it’s just so easy to imagine that this could actually be real.

I push the thought from my head. I need to enjoy this for as long as it lasts. I can’t keep going back and forth like this. I commit myself to not thinking too hard about the future and kiss his chest.

“Is it my turn now?”

Just as the corner of his lips quirks up, my phone decides to be a cock block. I plan on ignoring it and throwing it under the bed so I can find out what Magnus tastes like, but one glance at the screen and my heart stops.

“Oh shit,” I say, slightly freaking out when it continues to ring. I practically fling myself off Magnus and answer as quickly as I can. “Hi…um…hello, Mother.”

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