Page 107 of Impromptu Match

“I want you to iron all your underpants in front of me,” he rasped, already lounging back on my bed, kicking off his boots and setting his sunglasses on the nightstand. He was back in his usual form, with his beautiful grey skin and hot pink eyes and inhumanly sharp features.

Then he added, “In just your socks and sneakers.” As I gawped at him in disbelief, he tacked on, “With a plug up your ass.”

It was, without a doubt, the strangest foreplay I had ever engaged in. Because I did it—of course I did. I couldn’t deny Holt anything, and I was only the teensiest bit self-conscious as I set up the ironing board beside the bed before stripping down to my birthday suit, then shoving my sneakers back on over my socks.

Holt was already rubbing his cock through his leather pants. I didn’t even have any freshly washed boxer briefs that needed ironing, so I just grabbed a load from the drawer. I was pretty sure Holt didn’t care in the slightest that they were already perfectly pressed and crease-free.

And for some reason, after just a few minutes of ironing, my dick was rock hard. I was definitely going to develop a Pavlovian response to this—I’d have a boner every time I ironed from now on. I didn’t know if it was from the plug up my ass that Holt had carefully inserted for me, or the way he was looking at me, or the fact that I could see his cock straining against his leather pants as he rubbed it, but by the time I was ironing the last pair, my dick was leaking, my asshole was clenching around the plug and I was breathing hard.

I launched myself at him on the bed, fumbling with his pants to tug them down, which took both of us thanks to how tight they were. The moment his cock smacked against his stomach, the copper head glossy with pre-cum, I sat on his thighs, pinning them down, and fisted our lengths together.

I started rocking my hips to slide my cock against his. The plug in my ass shifted, barely grazing my prostate with each forward thrust and making me whimper as I stared down at where we were joined. Holt was groaning, sliding his hands up and down my flexing thighs before digging them into my hips and spurring me on.

“God,” he gasped, throat bobbing with a swallow around his hectic breaths. “That plug is making you mindless, isn’t it, baby?”

“Y-yes.” I whimpered, grinding my hips faster, my hand flying up and down our pinned lengths.

“I can feel it,” Holt rasped, his hips trying to buck up into mine. “You want my dick to reach that spot for you? Want me to make you come?”

“Yes, yes,” I mewled, releasing our cocks to reach back with a trembling hand and ease the plug free. My ass was already stretched and slick with lube, so I scrambled higher until I was straddling his waist and grabbed the base of his dick to tilt it up. A second later, I was sinking down onto it, shivering with bliss, a breathless moan floating from my mouth.

“Nngh.” Holt was already spreading his knees and digging his heels into the mattress to thrust up into me. “Shit, you feel so f-fucking good.”

“Can you feel how good you feel too?” I breathed. I had no patience to start out slow—I was already riding him feverishly, steadying myself with my hands on his chest.

“Yeah, I can,” he said, voice tight, then he let out a trembling groan as his head ground back into the pillow. “Fuuuck.”

“Holt,” I whined. My dick was painfully hard, smacking against his stomach with my frantic movements. His cock was even stiffer than mine, stretching me open, tunnelling inside me, grinding against my P-spot until I started to shake.

My limbs grew stiffer and stiffer, hips jerking erratically as I bounced on his dick, until the force of a sudden internal orgasm had me hunching over and crying out, eyes squeezing shut from the intensity as tingles raced across my entire body.

Holt whimpered, tensing beneath me until he began to shake too, fingers clawing at my hips. Before I could fully recover and get back to grinding on his dick, I found myself being tossed onto my back. An instant later, Holt was hooking his elbows under my knees and jacking them into the air as he slammed back inside me, his hair half falling out of his ponytail, his eyes wild.

I cried out, clutching at his hair and dragging him down to crush my mouth to his. He pounded into me hard and fast, moaning raggedly against my lips as our tongues slid together. I was frantic, desperate, mewling breathlessly into his mouth with every smack of his hips against my ass. My toes curled inside my sneakers. My fingers trembled as I clutched his hair tighter. I was no longer able to kiss him back, just panting against his lips as his tongue dipped into my mouth and coaxed mine out so he could suck on it.

The feel of his soft lips sliding over my tongue made me start to shake again. Flinging my arms around his neck, I curled inward to bury my face in his throat, bent in half with my sneakers up in the air by his shoulders.

“H-Holt.” I was sobbing with pleasure, tears almost springing to my eyes from the intensity of it as I squeezed them tightly shut. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Make me come. I n-need to come—”

A ragged groan vibrated in his throat as he trembled on top of me, the sound of his hips smacking against my ass filling the room over the loud creaking of the bed. The headboard was banging into the wall in an unmistakable rhythmic pattern. “T-Taylor.”

“You feel so good.” I was mindless, just panting out words as I writhed beneath him, trying to jerk my hips up into his pounding thrusts. “It’s s-so good. Y-you’re making me come again…”

“Fuck,” he bit out, somehow grabbing my chin and yanking my head up to plunge his tongue into my mouth. “I want to feel your ass milking the cum out of me, babe.”

“Oh my god—” I stiffened up, shaking wildly as pleasure exploded from my prostate and momentarily whited out my vision.

Holt made a strangled sound as my ass tightened up around his cock, clenching hard. A helpless, ragged groan left him as he started to shake, before I felt his dick flex and start to throb. His hips twitched, then strained forward to keep his dick buried inside me as deep as possible while he panted unsteadily against my cheek.

When he stopped coming, he loosed a guttural groan and languidly slid his pulsing cock out and back in, savouring the last moments of pleasure. My breath caught as I tightened up again, clutching restlessly at his shoulders and neck, my legs shaking wildly, still hooked over his elbows.

“D-don’t stop,” I panted. “Don’t—Holt—I’m…”

He moaned and tilted his head down at the same moment I did, both of us looking between our bodies at my straining cock leaking all over my stomach. I stiffened up, breaths quickening, until I stopped breathing entirely as the pressure broke and sent heat racing through my lower body.

Cum flowed from my cock in a heavy stream instead of its usual rapid spurts. My vision winked out again before my eyes rolled back. A dazed, trembling moan left me, thighs quaking uncontrollably against his arms.

“Oh fuck,” Holt panted, hips twitching in erratic little jerks again as he watched. Then he let out a strained whimper, thrusting rapidly for a few seconds before shuddering with another tiny orgasm.

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