Page 67 of Full Split
“So you like it then?”
He blows out a harsh breath and gives me another soft thrust.Fuck, that felt good.
“You have no idea,” he says. “I like everything about you, and this isn’t necessary for me to be happy. Sex at all isn’t necessary for me to love you exactly as I do right now. But…yeah,” he says, rocking into me in just the right way that has my cock stimulated. “Your pussyisthat good.”
“Unghh—Don’t stop doing that. Right there.”
The way he’s rocking inside me at just the right angle feels like he’s rubbing my cock from the inside and outside simultaneously.
“If I don’t stop, I’m going to come,” he warns me.
“Do it. Come. Come inside me,” I say through my panting. I want to scream at how good this feels, but Weston hearing us would not help make things feel better.
“Niles—” Wyatt grunts as he releases inside me. I don’t know if it’s my imagination or what, but I can feel the warmth of his cum seeping inside me, radiating out from my core.
I twist my body and push on his shoulder, and he gets the message to turn over. We manage to flip without breaking the connection, and now I’m on top, riding his cock that’s still hard inside me. Everything is soaked between us, including my dick, so I’m able to use that wetness to stroke myself while grinding. I’m sensitive from coming already and so close to the edge that it takes me almost no time to follow him over the edge into total oblivion.
“Oh my God,” Wyatt moans as I clench around him. “Holy shit. I’ve felt this around my fingers butfuuuck—” He grips my hips and thrusts up inside me.
I’m close to overstimulation, but I know my body. I can roll right into another?—
“Oh, you have to be kidding me—” Wyatt chokes out as my pussy keeps pulsing around him. “I can’t—” he pants, “I’m gonna die—” He’s still thrusting up inside me, though I can tell his cockisn’t as hard, as I finish rocking against him, riding out the last of the aftershocks.
Finally I collapse on top of him, both of us breathing hard.
“That was?—”
“Perfect,” I answer for him. “It was perfect.”
His arms wrap around me, and he kisses my sweaty temple.
“I remember what you said that morning in the treehouse,” he murmurs. “It means a lot that you feel comfortable enough to open yourself up to me like that.”
I snort.He said open yourself up.
His chest shakes. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant. I can’t help it, I’m basically delirious at this point. I came my brains out.”
“You really did. I didn’t know what was possible.”
“It’s a perk of being trans. My dick might be small, but it’s sensitive as fuck. I can keep going until I’m so sensitive and overstimulated it hurts.”
“Hmm, good to know.” I actually feel him twitch inside me.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, poking him in the ribs. “You can’t use my own body against me.”
“Because you’ve never used mine against me?”
I pause. “Okay, that’s fair. But it would be mean.”
“Seems like a fun punishment, if you ask me.”
“Better not.”
“Better behave.”
We laugh so hard his cock actually gets pushed out of my body, which makes us laugh even more. I wonder if he minds that I’m dripping all of his own mess all over him.
