Page 49 of Phobia
Part of me wanted to protest out of sheer embarrassment, but the other, more dominant, part of me had me rolling onto my side in no time flat. Besides, if Larkin and I were going to go all the way, stretching things out beforehand was probably a good idea.
Adding some lube to my hole, Larkin pushed it in slowly with his finger, sending an array of sensations through me. The cold, slippery lube; his warm finger; the swirling pressure each time he pulled out, rubbing around the rim and stretching it gently.
“This is so much better than the couch,” he said, sinking his middle finger inside and twisting slowly.
I moaned something along the lines of “Uh huh” and closed my eyes before they rolled into the back of my head and got stuck.
One finger became two. In and out, scissoring and swirling. And so much lube, I was afraid we were going to run out before we got to the main attraction.
Just when I’d gotten used to the rhythm of his fingers, a larger sensation pushed against my hole. Harder and colder than his fingers. The dildo. Taking note of its familiar mushroom head, the way it pushed into me without yielding, I exhaled and forced my body to relax by reminding myself this was everything I’d always wanted. A moment later, the dildo slipped inside, stretching me all around in ways that his fingers hadn’t.
“Oh, fuck that’s hot,” Larkin whispered, caressing my ass with one hand while pushing the dildo deeper inside.
I gripped my asscheek and spread it wider, giving him more room to work with the toy. “You like that?”
He nodded, sliding the dildo in and out slowly, his eyes locked on my ass. “Hell yes. Wishing we’d done this sooner.”
I couldn’t agree more. Fucking myself with a dildo was one thing, but having someone else do it? And that someone beingLarkin, of all people, made me want to pinch myself. Even if this never happened again, at least I’d have this memory.
“Tell me how you want it,” Larkin said, twisting the silicon cock inside until I moaned, clutching the sheets.
“Unpredictable,” I panted, forcing myself to open my eyes and look over my shoulder at him. “I trust you.”
He gave me another one of his wolfish grins, complete with dimples, and slid the dildo out, only to drive it in again. I cried out, more from surprise than anything, and glanced back to see he was watching me intently, varying the speed and depth that the toy plunged in and out.
On one particularly deep thrust, my eyes rolled up in my head and Larkin was on top of me again, kissing me with a raw hunger. I kissed him back, even as I reached down and withdrew the dildo. Tossing it to the side, I gripped his cock instead and guided it toward my hole.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his brows drawn together.
“Positive.” I didn’t want anything between Larkin and I—not secrets and not latex. Even though I was painfully aware of the fact I was still withholding one giant ghostly secret, I vowed to tell him at some point… just not tonight.
We locked eyes, each seeming to hold our breath as his freshly-lubed cock slid inside of me, demolishing what was left of my so-called boundaries and catapulting our friendship to a level we couldn’t come back from.
Inch by inch, he pushed deeper. His dark lashes fluttered as he bottomed out and I swear to God I saw stars. I was so full, I was afraid to take a deep breath, let alone move.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he breathed against my lips right before he kissed me. He didn’t move either. We just stayed like that, kissing and caressing each other, while I got used to the feeling of his cock inside me. It was so different from the dildo I was used to but a thousand times better than I could have imagined.
Slowly, I rocked my hips back against his pelvis, tentatively fucking myself on his cock. He let me go for a bit, waiting until I’d picked up the pace, before he thrust into me.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, reveling in the way sparks of pleasure shot throughout my body.
“Is this ok?”
“More than ok.”
Just like with the dildo, he worked his way up gradually, varying the speed and how far his thrusts went. He’d let me get used to one way and then change it up on me, teasing me in the best of ways until he was pounding me mercilessly.
I was seconds away from coming when he rolled me onto my back and hooked one leg over his shoulder, thrusting steadily as he played with my cock.
“You’re going to make me come like this,” I said, swatting his hand away from my dick to try and buy myself some more time.
“Good.” He slid my leg off his shoulder and leaned down, kissing me as deeply as he was fucking me.
When the panting got to be too much for our kisses, he gripped me by the back of the neck and pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes squeezed shut. It looked like he was fighting his own orgasm. If I had to guess, he was probably trying to hold off until I came.
“Fuck me harder,” I groaned, stroking my cock as he did just that. “I want you to fill me up.”
“Fuck…” He gritted his teeth and slid his other hand behind my neck, holding me in place as he thrust deep inside, again and again.
