Page 104 of Crazy Thing

I know I should have a snarky comeback. But right now, my brain isn’t functioning correctly. Neither are my lungs. I can hardly breathe. And my pulse is pounding in an erratic pattern. And all I can say is his name. Again and again.

His thumb plays with my clit, strumming an even rhythm. I groan, rocking my hips and clutching his shoulders. He stuffs two fingers inside me and I gasp.

Darius looks up at me from where he’s sitting on the bed. “I love seeing you like this,” he whispers, “beautiful and vulnerable and dripping on my hand. And finally having you here, in my bedroom—it means something to me, Ziggy.Youmean so much to me.”

His sweet words make me unsteady. My legs falter, and in one swift move, Darius grabs my waist, flipping me onto the mattress. Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my back and he’s on his knees, with the soles of my feet propped on his shoulders.

His mouth opens against my mound. A sharp ache surges low in my belly. He’s holding my thighs wide as his tongue swirls around my clit.

Before I can react, his fingers plunge back into my hole. The noises he’s making as he eats me fill my head—his groans of pleasure, his labored breaths, the wet sounds of his fingers working inside me.

I won’t last much longer.

“Darius…I-I’m so…” His fingers curl, pressing into my G-spot. “I’m…s-so…close!” My volume mounts with each word.

“Then, come for me, Ziggy. Come for me. Real loud. Scream my name.”

There’s an explosion at the core of my being. The orgasm sends ripples of fire along my limbs. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold fast to the man’s hair as I thrust against his face.

“Dariussssss…” I bellow out.

Television static colors my field of vision. White noise whooshes in my ears. Darius coaxes me onward between swipes and swirls of his tongue.

“That’s it, baby…That’s it…Attagirl.”

He keeps licking me and finger-fucking me and cheering me on as I peak. And hold. And slowly descend from the high.

I blink my heavy eyelids, the world still out of focus.

Darius crawls over my prone body, careful not to drop his weight on me. “You okay?” he asks, his plush lips wet, his honey eyes drunk.

Looping a weak arm around his neck, I pull him down and reach for his mouth with mine. I suck my own flavor off of his tongue. “I need to taste you,” I say, still breathless. “Let me taste your cock.”

“Fuck. That’s an offer I can’t resist.” There’s a wicked grin on his face when he slithers further up the mattress on his hands and knees. Hovering over me, he tucks a pillow under my skull and lowers his erection to my mouth.

My fingers close around his shaft and my lips fall open and I do a terrible job of hiding how eager I am to suck him off. My tongue darts out, licking the crown of his cock and reveling in the tang of his precum. I give his balls a little squeeze.

Darius whimpers. But when I slowly roll my tongue around the tip again, it becomes obvious that he’s not in the mood for my games. He mindlessly pushes himself into my mouth, filling me all the way to the back of my throat.

“Fuck…” he groans. And I groan, too, my larynx vibrating around his spongy head.

He freezes, looking down at me with doubtful eyes. “Shit—sorry, I got a little too—”

I grab his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to fuck my throat some more.

“You sure?” he mumbles, restraining himself.

I hold his gaze, telling him that I want this, begging him to take whatever he wants, however he wants it.

Darius slips his hand beneath my skull, holding me steady. And he begins to thrust. Carefully at first, always keeping his eyes on mine to assure that I’m okay. But I suck him greedily, even as my throat strains and saliva spills down my chin and tears spill from my eyes. It’s an absolute mess.

But the pleasure I get from serving him in this way is indescribable and I couldn’t hold back if I tried. I watch his need for release build and when he’s about to explode, he tries to pull back. I hold him firmly, my fingernails sinking into the backs of his rock hard thighs.

“Ziggy…I’m about to…” he pants breathlessly.

I give him permission with another subtle nod of my head.

He grabs the base of his cock and with his eyes tilted upto the ceiling, he begins to empty. On my tongue, on my lips, till it overflows and spills down my chin and neck.

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