Page 122 of Tourist Trap

His thrusts slow as my fingers do, as I come back to this universe, and when I do, he's smiling at me, using that hand in my hair to pull me back and then up before pressing a hard kiss to my lips. His cock presses between us, pinned against my belly.

The kiss is long and filled with need, tongues twining, and instantly, I need him again. Then he breaks the kiss, stepping back and slapping my ass.

“Upstairs. Get on the bed, belly down, hips up,” he says, and a shiver runs through me as I eagerly obey, moving up the stairs and to our room, scrambling onto the bed with a squeal and a giggle.

He follows me in slowly, and I can’t see, but instead, I feel him entering the room. Then I hear him, feet passing across the wood floor, then stopping not far from me next to the bed. When I look over, he’s standing a foot away. His hand slowly jacks his cock, and I let out a needy noise.

There is something so hot about watching Miles jack himself off, and my knees shift in the bed, my clit swollen from coming once already, but my pussy aching with the need to be filled. He steps closer, his hand going to the back of my neck, gently moving the hair to the side and over my shoulder. It’s ironic how gently he’s touching me when he just used a grip in my hair to fuck my face just minutes before.

“You want me to take your pretty ass, baby?” he asks, his hand running down my back, stopping on the swell of my ass, then moving back up to the center of my back.

I nod, a mewl leaving my lips at the mere thought of what we’re going to do. His hand moves down again, coasting gently before his fingers ghost over my ass and to my soaking pussy. He groans when he feels it, and I echo the sound, my hips moving up to get more of whatever he’ll give me.

I groan as he moves featherlight touches over my clit.

“You didn’t answer, Claire. I need you to use your words.” His fingers gather my arousal, one sliding in and then out and up to my ass again, waiting at the entrance without moving.

“Yes. Please. I need it. I want you in my ass tonight.”

He groans at my consent, at my plea, then his wet finger breaches the puckered hole, the tip sliding in, and I let out a breathy sigh. It’s foreign, but this isn’t the first time he’s touched me there. As he continues to push a single thick finger into me, I groan, my hips moving back to get more and pulling a chuckle from him.

“God, you’re perfect,” he says as he removes his finger then slides it back in, slowly fucking me, stretching me, filling me. But it’s not enough.

My hand travels down the bed toward my pussy to rub myself and take the edge away, but his words stop me. “No, no. Not yet. No touching yourself.”

“Miles—”

“Not until I say so.” And then his fingers are gone and he’s stepping away, padding across the room. I go to shift, but his head snaps to me. “No, stay.” I arch my back again, and he smiles, the look of it near devilish. “That’s a good girl.”

I let out an unintentional mewl, the praise sending heat through me, but he just keeps smiling, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle.

When he moves back, he’s putting some in his hand and pumping it over his cock, eliciting a moan from me. He shakes his head and lets out a laugh.

The manlaughs.

“No, you’re not getting this yet. We’ve gotta stretch you out first, baby,” he says, climbing onto the bed and moving back to my ass in the air. This time when I feel the pressure, he's pushing two fingers into me.

“Ah—” I moan, my hip moving back to get him in deeper, the feeling exquisite. The stretch is tinged in discomfort, though not pain, and it adds to the pleasure, my clit throbbing. After a moment, once my body relaxes, he starts to move, slowly fucking me with his fingers.

“God, look at you,” he groans, and when I look back, I see his other hand tugging on his cock, making me tighten around him. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel that.”

There’s another squirt of the lube when his fingers leave me, and then the stretch is back, this time three fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Miles,” I say, my hips shifting. It’s tighter this time, the discomfort more pronounced but not painful.

“Shhh, baby. Relax, okay?” he whispers, and I do until his finger slides all the way. He repeats the process again, waiting until I’m ready, until my body relaxes before he starts to fuck me with his fingers again until I’m mewling and bucking and begging.

Then his fingers are out, and he wipes them on a towel I didn’t realize he grabbed, before he’s lubing his cock up one last time and doing more to my ass before getting into place behind me.

I want a mirror next time. Right next to us so I can watch every flex of his hips, watch him disappear into me, watch the look that comes over his face as he slides in.

The thought is gone when the head of his cock lines up with my ass, pressing gently.

He’s so thick. So thick and so warm, and my breathing goes ragged.

“We’re going to go slow, okay?” he asks, and my hips shift backward, not wanting to deal with slow. He laughs at that. “Claire, I’m going to like this a fuck of a lot, that much I already know. I really fucking want you to like it, but if I just slam into you, you will not like it.”

I let out a loud laugh that turns into a moan when he presses the head of his cock inside me.

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