Page 199 of Phobia
“Turn the fucking light off, kitten,” Kellen grumbled, rolling over and facing away from me. Reaching blindly into the bathroom, I slapped at the light until we were in darkness once more.
Kellen shifted on the mattress, and I heard the whoosh of material as he shoved the sheet and blankets down. I felt for the nightstand so I wouldn’t smack my dick on it and slid back into bed. Before my body even began to sink into the mattress, he pounced, flipping me over so I lay on my stomach. The slide of skin on skin as he straddled my thighs from behind made me shiver; it was almost sinful how good it felt. I moaned softly when he began rubbing my ass, one cheek per hand. He stretched my cheeks wide and slid his dick through the opening he’d made. I was still slightly damp from my shower, which hindered the movement somewhat.
“There’s lube over there.” I gestured to the nightstand, and then remembered it was too dark for him to see the motion. Pushing my toes into the mattress, I was able to stretch over just far enough and grab it, then tossed it onto the mattress beside us.
The smack to my ass startled the hell out of me since I couldn’t see it coming, but the vibration from it as well as the sharp sting had my body singing.
“What was that for?” My voice was heavy with lust.
“Just making sure you’re awake.”
I crossed my arms and lay my forehead on them as Kellen continued to rub me down. My dick wanted attention, so I thrusted gently into the mattress, desperate for the friction. The second smack came harder and faster than the first one.
“Ah, fuck,” I hissed through my teeth. “I’m awake. I’m awake.”
A dark chuckle floated over my shoulder. “That one was because you’d apparently rather fuck the mattress than be fucked by me.”
“No, no.” My head shook back and forth vigorously. “That’s not true at all. That is the complete opposite of true.” I grabbed my cheeks and spread them apart, though he likely couldn’t completely see me. “Here. It’s yours. Fucking destroy me, please.”
“Oh, don’t worry, kitten. I’ve got plans for you.” He moved off me and came and sat against the headboard, then smacked my ass lightly. “Turn around and get on your knees. Now.”
I propped up on my hands and knees, straddling him so my ass was practically in his face.
Kellen ran his hands up and down the backs of my thighs, then yanked me closer and spread me open. I felt the slight burn—a good burn—as the skin around my hole pulled, and jumped when he used the flat of his tongue to lick from my taint all the way up to the little indent where my ass cheeks met, and back down again. He traced around my rim in teasingly slow circles. I only had enough time to mumble, “Oh fu—” before he dove in, dipping the tip of his hot, wet tongue inside me, lapping at my hole, and tongue-fucking me. I pressed back, wanting him as deep as possible, and wanting to feel that stretch as he opened me in preparation for taking his cock. To a random observer, it’d probably look like he was literally trying to eat me, but for me, it was absolute heaven.
He bit the back of my thigh and shoved me forward. “Hand me the lube.” I reached out blindly around me until my hand connected with the bottle and passed it in his direction. He poured a liberal amount right on my crack and shoved two fingers in without warning.
I grabbed at the sheets, needing something to ground me, but I was squirming around and that pleased my dick a little too much. I needed a distraction. I rubbed the material through my fingers.Soft, satiny sheets. I focused on identifying the scents in the room. Floating from the bathroom, even with the door closed, came the scent of the body wash.Fresh citrus. Kellen added a third finger, reaching for and stroking all the places that made me putty in his hands. A low moan slipped from me, more desperate and needy than any sound I’d ever made before.
“That’s it,” he murmured. His finger hit my prostate and pleasure slid through my body, lighting me up like lightning. “Just a little longer.”
I couldn’t see anything. No—there had to be something I could see and focus on. My eyes scanned over the pitch-black room, trying to find something, anything. Finally, they paused on the tiniest sliver of light coming through the bottom crack of the door that led to the connected suite.A nightlight? Someone must have turned it on by mistake, because nobody used that room.
I whimpered as Kellen spread my cheeks wide and lined the head of his slippery cock up to my hole. I guessed that covered sound, but my whimper sure wasn’t a distraction. It was more like fuel for the fire, because the things he was doing that drew it out of me…amazing.
“I’m gonna fuck you raw, and you’re gonna take everything I give you.” He pushed his tip inside me. That initial push was often the most painful for me. He made quick, shallow thrusts and slowly worked his way in, inch by inch, until his pelvis was flush against my ass. I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly.
Often at this point, a partner would make sure I was good before proceeding to “destroy my ass,” but Kellen did no such thing. He grabbed my hips in a rough grip as he pulled out, and used them as leverage to slam back in, pounding pelvis to ass over and over. All I could do was grab on to the sheets and hold on for the ride. He smacked my ass hard enough for tears to spring to my eyes from the sting. I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up with a red handprint-shaped welt there. I’d never had sex this rough before. It was…liberating.
He moved his left leg over mine and pressed his foot against the mattress for better leverage. His cock was already impressive as it was—thick and long without being “uh, is that going to even fit?” long—and this position and the way he changed the angle let him go even deeper. He rubbed my prostate with every hard thrust.
He also kept me guessing about what he’d do next. He pulled me up so that my back was just about flush with his chest, wrapping one arm firmly around my shoulders. He increased his pace, his hips nearly as fast as a piston as he fucked me. With his free hand, he yanked on my hair, forcing me to turn my head back toward him enough that he could lean forward and kiss me. After a minute, I pulled away, panting.
Kellen sucked on the back of my neck, then wrapped his hand around my throat. He could crush me in a moment like this, stealing my air and my life forever. Submitting to that kind of power…it’s what I’d always wanted without being able to put words to it.
Cigarette smoke.
My head swiveled in the direction of the closet, and though I couldn’t see it, I could smell it. It was out of place.
“Do you smell that?” I asked, gasping out the words as he made good on his promise to destroy my hole. I moaned at the new sensation when he changed his angle again.
“What?” he grunted.
“I smell cigarette smoke.”
“It’s in your head,” he muttered. He abruptly pulled out, pushed me down on the mattress, and flipped me over. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he was back inside me within mere seconds, pounding my prostate at a punishing speed. He ran his hands along my thighs. “Come while I’m inside you. I want to feel you pulsing around me.”
His hand wrapped around my dick, and he stroked me hard and fast. “Oh, f-fuck,” I stuttered. I pressed my head back into the mattress as my orgasm climbed and climbed. My nuts drew up. I was close. He rubbed my thighs and tweaked my nipples as he jacked me off and hit the pleasure spot in my ass with bullseye precision.
