Page 36 of Just Like You
“You’re running with it.”
“I am,” he said, with a confident smile. “And…”
He walked over to his bag, and that familiar pang of anticipation once again hit. Like I had no idea what he was about to do with me. All I knew was that I was loose and relaxed, and I would gladly have taken him. Raw. Irresponsible. I wanted him inside me, and more than anything, I wanted to feel full and wanted and loved and desired…
“Pull your knees up, Julian. Show me that arse.”
I shoved a pillow under my back and did as I was told. Held myself up as he produced a tube of lube. Smeared it all over me, and then over…
Shit.
A dildo. Not too big, but it had a curved tip. Oh God. My dick? Having a party down there bouncing against my stomach. Him? He just smiled, coating the dildo in a generous amount of lube, before getting back on the bed, on his knees. Putting himself in position between my legs.
“Be good for me, Julian. Open up that pretty little hole for me.”
He pushed the tip against my opening.
The anticipation made me gasp.
He pushed. I clenched.
“Julian,” he warned.
“Do it,” Ipanted out.
“Not going to hurt you. Relax. Open your hole for me.”
He pushed again. Oh. Oh God. I was so turned on I couldn’t even control my muscles. Clenching and relaxing and spasming as he pushed the cool dildo inside me.
“Halfway in, Julian. Just relax.”
“Trying to.”
I was tugging at my cock, his mouth now kissing the inside of my leg. My balls. My groin. His hand pushing the dildo a little further inside of me with every kiss. My insides screaming as my stomach muscles clenched, my heels digging into the bed, trying to do anything. Everything. Pushing. Pulling.
“Almost in. I’m going to give you a few little thrusts. Good?”
“Do it,” I panted, my forehead suddenly beading with sweat. I hadn’t expected this. I’d expected a quick drunken fuck, the alcohol having flowed. We’d probably polished off a bottle each, alongside the one we’d shared on the beach before dinner. It had been lovely. Such a calm…insightful… Fuck.
The dildo was moving inside of me. He was doing something with it, and I was shivering all over. The movements were slow and careful, but oh God. I liked this.
“Yes,” I hissed.
“Good?”
“Fuck.”
“You’re getting fucked, Julian. You’ll even get my cock if you’re good.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
I wasn’t proud, but my mouth suddenly screamed. Sounds bellowing out of my mouth, as the dildo? It vibrated. Not just slowly and gently, it was rotating and vibrating and working my insides into a frenzy. My hips were off the bed, my legs jerking as his hand was on my stomach, trying to hold me in place. His other hand? Was operating this tool-of-the-devil that was making my insides erupt into some kind of volcanic orgasmic seizure-like bliss.
Yeah. I came. Right there and then, as he laughed gently from below my legs.
“Not funny!” I shouted.
