Page 10 of Filtration Play
“Oh god,” he groaned. “I can’t handle much more.”
“Of the pain or the pleasure?” Fin’s voice was seductive and dark, drawing him in.
“I need to come.” He didn’t know what else to say. His cock wept, his balls throbbed, and his whole body lit on fire with desperation. God, he’d never been this present during sex, this consumed.
“And I need to wreck you.”
Ollie shuddered at how goddamn hot those words were. Fin pounded into him harder, faster, until sweat trickled down his forehead, until his whole body began to tremble. Their aggression flowed hot and heavy through the air, addictive like a drug.
His legs quaked, and Fin pressed on his palms with one hand as they thrust hard into him.
“Grab your cock,” they said, and Ollie almost sobbed in relief.
They tugged his hips back so his ass was higher, shifting their position slightly. When they thrust in again, the direct slam against his prostate had him seeing stars. He let out another whimper that trailed off into a moan. His legs were full-out shaking, and he couldn’t stop them.
“Damn, babe, you’ve got an ass that won’t quit.” They continued to fuck into him quickly and ferociously. He wrapped his handaround his cock and stroked. The first touch was so overwhelming he choked on a gasp. Holy fuck. The sensation overtook him, and his balls threatened to unload.
Fin pounded into him with an inexorable force, crashing back in like the tides. Ollie managed to stroke himself a few more times, the tension growing to the point it was unbearable. He needed to fucking come. So. Damn. Close. Fin slammed in, hitting his prostate hard. At the same time, he dragged his hand down along his cock.
That was all it took.
His balls drew up, and with a lightning clap force, he was coming. His eyes glossed with liquid, his mind blanked, and he surrendered. Ollie’s balls unloaded, his cock splattering cum onto the ground, and the tension that had been coiling inside him exploded like fireworks. He let out a long, low groan as Fin fucked him through his release. Bliss stole him away for moments, minutes, who knew how long as he basked in the sheer waves.
He sagged, not having far to go, since he already lay on the ground. Fin slowed, running their palms up and down his sides as if they tried to settle him. Like he was a puppy or something.
A hysterical laugh bubbled up in his throat.
“Do orgasms inspire laughter for you?” Fin asked as they peeled off him.
“Nah, just felt like you were treating me like a dog or a spooked horse.” He was shocked the words came out coherent after all the babbling he’d done. He slumped on the ground, his face probably filled with indents from being smashed against it for so long.
Fin stroked his side again. “Good pup. Though you don’t really give pup vibes.”
“Maybe because I’m human.”
They patted his head, their cock still lodged up his ass. “My sweet summer child.”
While he wasn’t piecing together what the fuck they were talking about, his brains and guts were pretty much scrambled from getting dicked down by them. A slight tremor raced across his legs, and a thrill burst through him again. The crash of the waves in the distance mingled with the whistle of the breeze, which had started to cool the sweat on his skin.
“Goddamn,” he murmured.
“You’re not kidding.” Fin took their time pulling out of him. “That was hot as fuck.”
Hands grappled with his side, and he found himself getting pulled onto his back. He slumped, his now-flaccid dick dangling, his pants halfway down his thighs, and his shirt rumpled to fuck. God, he was a mess. Probably had dirt streaked all over him.
“Mmm, you look good enough to fuck all over again.” Fin stood, tucked their packer back into their underwear, and zipped up their pants. Apart from the way their short strands were tousled, they appeared shockingly more composed than him. “Positive of having a cock that doesn’t deflate is I can go all night.”
Ollie shook his head, a grin straining his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m tapped out after that.”
They crouched and gave his cock an up-nod. “Need help getting yourself together?”
Warmth hit his cheeks, though based on the seriousness in their gaze, it had been a half-teasing, half-genuine question. “I’m good. Just fucked out.” He forced himself to sit upright and pulled up his boxer briefs, then his jeans. “Though if you’re promising future rounds, I’ll take a raincheck.”
“Damn, I want to with an ass like that.” Fin dropped beside him.
Ollie’s insides clenched at the “but” in their tone.
They gave him a glance, their razorblade smile a little less sharp. “I only play with other kinksters on a regular basis. The vanilla mood strikes once in a while, but it’s an infrequent itch to scratch.”
