Page 19 of Ripe & Ready
I stare. At him. At his banana-glazed cock. My whole body lights up, wired and hungry in a way I can’t name.
I arch my back, eyes locked on his, and say, “You better pray I never tell my therapist about this.”
He notches his cock at my hole and presses in.
The stretch is slow, deliberate, every inch a negotiation. I suck in a breath, my hands fisting the sheets beneath me as my body adjusts to the intrusion. The slick coating of banana eases the way, but it’s still a burn, that sweet sting of fullness that makes my head spin.
He pauses when he’s halfway in, one hand gripping my thigh where it’s still slung over his shoulder. His eyes search mine, wild and dark, pupils blown wide. My body pulses around him, involuntary, desperate.
“Okay?” he asks, voice rough.
“More,” I breathe, not even recognizing my own voice.
He pushes deeper. Inch by inch. Until he’s seated fully inside me and I feel stretched to the edge of my limit. I whimper, overwhelmed. The heat, the slick, the scent of banana clinging to our skin. It’s all too much and not enough.
“Don’t move,” he says, breathless. “The banana worked, and I don’t want to waste it by blowing my load in the first thirty seconds.”
I laugh… because, come on.
A sound rumbles deep in his chest as he drops his head against my shoulder. “I said don’t move. Laughing makes your ass do these little clenches and I swear to God, Andy, for our first time I really want to give you the kind of fuck you deserve. We’ve both earned it.”
The laugh wants out, but I trap it with my teeth. Eye clamped shut, he’s so locked in he doesn’t notice. He sucks in a shaky breath then exhales slow like that will also help.
I appreciate it. I also want this to last longer than thirty seconds.
He pulls back teasing my hole, then rocks into me again, and sweet god almighty my toes immediately curl.
Every thrust is deeper, smoother, aided by the ridiculous, obscene mess between us. The room is filled with the sound of skin on skin, breathy moans, and the occasional squelch that would absolutely ruin us in polite society.
That tiny pause? The right call. Because now we’ve absolutely earned this.
It’s all breathy moans and yes and don’t stop and each other’s names, over and over like a prayer. The sound of skin against skin echoes off the walls and straight out into the jungle beyond our open windows.
Give the gorillas a show, I guess.
Sorry, Calliope.
I push up to meet him for every thrust. I can’t stop. I can’t stop moaning, clenching, grinding back into him like this is the last night we have. Like the fruit-sticky chaos is the only thing tethering me to earth.
He fucks me with focus now. Harder, deeper, each thrust hitting a spot that sends sparks ricocheting up my spine. I’m gasping, writhing, the sheets are ruined. My dignity? Long gone. All that’s left is him and the heat between us and the way my body tightens with each grind of his hips.
“Touch yourself,” His words come out cracked, gravel in his throat. “I’m not gonna last much longer, and I want you to cum first.”
“No, no, no… I’m a good bottom. The top cums first, Derek.”
He moans, stealing the air from the room. “Cut the shit and cum for me, Andy.”
And okay. Okay. Apparently dom Derek is a real thing.
Didn’t know he had it in him, but I’m not about to argue.
My hand slips between us, finding my cock already slick and throbbing, pre-come smeared warm across my skin, a mess of want between our bodies.
It takes one stroke. Maybe two. And then I’m undone, my whole body locking up as I cry out beneath him. My orgasm rips through me sharp and fast, clenching hard around him as I shudder with the force of it. My vision whites out. I’m ruined.
“Good boy,” he groans, the sound raw and broken as I pulse around him.
His rhythm falters. His grip tightens on my leg and then he’s following me over, slamming into me once, twice, before stilling with a sharp cry. I feel him throb deep inside me, heat flooding through me as his body jerks against mine, filling me up.
