Page 77 of Just Like You
“I have no idea what time it is.”
“Don’t care. Let’s get you fed.”
Which was when he got up off the bed and walked on his knees over my body. His dick in his hand.
Oh God. His dick.
“Open up. You need your protein.”
“For fuck’s sake, Ki.” I laughed.
“I’m serious. Need to look after you. Open that pretty mouth of yours. You know you want it.”
I did actually. Opening wide, trying not to smile as he fed me the thick head of his length. A little bit more than I could handle.
Lies. I could handle him. All of him, I just needed to get the angle right. Something he knew as well, adjusting his stance until he was perfectly fitting inside my mouth.
It was… The look on his face was enough for me to grab myself and jerk furiously.
What were we like? He never lasted long. I was starting to last even less, as he moved. Small, precise thrusts into my mouth. Just deep enough. My eyes were watering, and he stroked the liquid away with his finger.
“Tap out if it’s too much.”
It wasn’t. It was actually…just the right amount of overwhelming. My nostrils flared as he went even deeper. My senses all on high alert, as he groaned out something, his chest now right up there above me. Hair. Nipples. All that…
Perfection. And his arms bulging, one trying to hold himself up against the wall and his other one guiding his dick. Ensuring he wasn’t going too deep. Checking in on me as he started to thrust faster.
“Not gonna last,” he warned.
I wanted to say that back.Me neither.
The habit of us doing this, just fucking, at every moment of the day. Using each other’s bodies to find that blissful state, over and over again. I didn’t need to ask. He never did. We just…functioned. And now he was trembling, tensing up as my hand was moving at what seemed like an impossible speed.
My head clouding over, that wonderful state where…I simply didn’t care anymore.
With him, I never needed to. He was just there, pushing me right to the limit. My throat spasming as he filled it up. Trying to swallowand breathe and snort at the same time as he held me down. Grabbed both my hands as he seamlessly slipped out of my mouth and replaced his dick with his tongue. Licked me clean as my body jerked with the orgasm he was tugging out of me. My hand filling with wetness and warmth underneath the heavy weight of his body.
We were disgusting.
But…
His mouth on mine. Soft, gentle kisses as I broke free and wrapped my arms around his neck. Held him in place, where I was so squashed that I could barely breathe. Spunk all over my hand that was now in his hair. Both of us just breathing. Our chests moving as if they were one.
One person.
In a way, I thought, we were. Because he was just him and I was me and if he wasn’t with me, life didn’t feel right anymore.
I was so stupid. But I truly didn’t care.
“How was your breakfast?” he whispered in my ear.
“Delicious,” I whispered back, letting my lips smooth against his skin.
“I love smelling you all over me. Feeling you.”
“Mmm,” I mumbled back.
Our time. Right now. How had I ever thought that I would be all right being on my own for the rest of my life? Because suddenlymy whole view of the world had changed, and I still wasn’t sure if that made me an absolute weirdo…or if I had just…
