Page 60 of Stray

“You scream like a girl.” She chuckles, and I roll my eyes.

“Fuck you,” I mutter while flopping back onto the bed. “Just what I needed, a faster heart rate.” I feel the bed sag and look to see her crawling over my mattress. Fuck… she needs to stay back. Her looking like that, sleepy and rumpled and sexy as all hell, is making my already hard dick ache. She places her hand over my bare chest, above my heart, and her touch is fire and electricity all at once.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I mean it. I was getting dressed, and you had been talking in your sleep, and then I heard you curse. I was legitimately checking.”

If this woman doesn’t get her goddamn hand off me, my cock will explode. No ifs, ands, or buts. My cock will explode into a million pieces. Morning wood is natural. This is lethal.

“Tink,” I breathe out softly. I feel her fingers moving ever so slightly through my chest hair. It’s a micro-movement and would be undetectable if I wasn’t so hyper-aware of every fucking sensation right now. “H-baby, I’m going to need you to leave.” I watch her brows knit together in the very dim room.

“Leave?” she asks softly, and I give her a weak “Uh huh.” Her hand leaving my chest is so painful I nearly call her back.

“I gotta get ready for work,” I add, hoping to get her to stop looking so fucking rejected.

“Oh,” her voice is small, and I hate it. “Right, I should go do… something.” I watch her eye the door, but she doesn’t make a move towards it.

“Ozzy–”

“It’s just,” she interrupts and looks at me. “I think, I mean, should we talk about me sleeping on your couch last night?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, not really excited over my girlfriend’s preference for my couch to my bed, but I try to remain patient with it. “I mean, is there something you want to say about it?” I watch her shake her head from side to side. “Well, then I guess there isn’t-”

“Okay, I lied.” She groans, causing me to rest my head back and sigh.

“I don’t have the energy for you today, girl,” I whine but freeze when I see her face looking down at mine. “Can I help you?”

“I like kissing you,” she admits. “And I like… other things too.”

“Uh huh…” I say slowly before moaning as she straddles my waist. I know she can feel my cock pressing against her ass. She doesn’t pull away, though, and fuck it takes everything in me not to flip her over and fuck that delicious little pussy. She tasted so fucking good last night. I wanted to fucking drown in her juices and suffocate between those thick ass thighs.

“Tink,” I hiss as she grinds against me. “Baby, you’re playing with fire,” I warn and watch her shimmy down my legs, taking my pants and my resolve with her. My cock springs free, and for a second, I think she’s going to panic, but instead, she grabs it in her soft hand. Fuck, she’s so soft.

“Ozzy!” I gasp as her warm, wet tongue licks me from root to tip.

“Hands on the headboard.” She orders, and fuck, she ain’t gotta tell me twice. My hands are wrapped around the rods of the headboard so tightly I’m waiting to hear them crack. I look down as Ozzy licks me again, slower this time, and fucking god! That tongue piercing is pressing on just the right spot.

“Shit.” When Ozzy slips my head into her mouth, I’m done. I feel her holding my hips to the mattress, and I know she’s afraid I’ll thrust up.

“Baby,” I pant as I try not to go cross-eyed. “Baby, I-I won’t move… fucking god… I won’t move, trust me.” I moan as her hand strokes my shaft and takes me deeper down her throat. Her other hand fondles my balls, and “H-Holy fuck!” I gasp as her fingers hit a spot behind my balls. It’s… fuck do I like this? I do- a lot. Gripping the rods tighter, I growl out as she massages the spot before releasing my cock and staring up at me, lips wet and swollen, chest heaving.

“Do you want me to go further?” She asks, and I’m nodding before she finishes her question because—yes. Yes, to anything and everything. Yes, to whatever she wants as long as she doesn’t fucking stop. “You wouldn’t have any lube, would you?”

“I’m a grown single man. Of course, I have lube.” I pant and motion to my nightstand drawer. She reaches over and opens the drawer, grabbing the small bottle.

“No condoms?” She inquires while coating her fingers.

“Don’t entertain much,” I breathe out, my body vibrating with the need to release. Sensing this, Ozzy smirks before leaning back down, her lubricated fingers finding that spot again as she begins to massage it.

“Oh my fucking god,” I cry out. It’s more of a whimper, but I’d dare any man to experience this and not crumple.

“I like having control like this,” Ozzy chuckles as she shoves my cock all the way down her throat before popping it back out.

“Well, you got all the control.” I try to say confidently, but it’s mostly just panting. If she doesn’t let me come soon, I will lose it.

“Tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable,” she says while running her piercing over the sensitive spot on my head as her finger… oh fuck. Her finger finds my ass, and I’m about to jerk away, but I hold still, and when she inserts her lubed finger and presses on a spot in there, I didn’t know existed while stroking my shaft and sucking my head. I see stars, and I feel a tightly wound coil snap. Before I can warn her, I’m coming—hard. Ropes of my pleasure shoot from me into her mouth and down her throat as I roar out her name over and over again, all while continuing my death grip on the headboard.

Coming back down, I’m mildly aware of her getting up and going to my bathroom before returning and smiling shyly at me.

“You should get ready for work.” She smiles seductively while biting her bottom lip.

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