Page 84 of My Revenant
“But I can still have you?”
“Yes. But only if you lie down.”
He sighed, as if I was being unreasonable. I could be, I knew that, but I thought this time it was entirely called for. Dex released me, shuffling back on the bed until his head was on the pillows. Most of his injuries were on the same side. I could have tried riding him, but I wasn’t sure my leg wouldn’t fuck it up, and potentially having to change positions after I’d just demanded that already felt entirely too embarrassing.
Instead, I crawled onto the bed and lay beside him, and right away he curled into me, his body a blanket of warmth on my back, his lips trailing kisses along my neck. “Is this okay?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he whispered against my skin.
“You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“I’m sure, Rabbit.”
“Okay, but if it hurts, tell me and we—ah!” His fingers plunged back into my body suddenly, and my sentence devolved into a moan. “Fuck.”
“Lube.”
I stalled for a moment before realizing that was a request and reaching for the bottle, handing it to him. His fingers pulled out of me to take it.
I expected them to push back in again, but his slippery hand found my cock instead, stroking me slowly. So slowly it was more frustrating than pleasurable. “Please, Dex.”
“Call me baby again.”
I groaned, debating whether I should give in, before his grip on my cock tightened and stilled to show he wasn’t fucking around.
“Such a dick.”
“Mmn, close. I think you meant to say, ‘Please can I have your dick, baby?’”
I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to give in, but as his hips rocked forward and I felt the slippery sensation of his cock along my crease, the stubbornness inside me receded to make room for desperation.
“Please can I have your dick?” I grumbled. And when he made no movement at all, I added in a much quieter voice, “Baby.”
He chuckled softly, warm breath over my ear, before stroking my length a couple of times. Then his hands withdrew. “Of course you can, baby.”
He sounded entirely too smug about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to care when I felt the slick tip of his cock against my opening and the metal of his piercing. I relaxed for him, the pressure increasing as I bore down and he slipped inside.
Dex kissed gently along the back of my shoulders, and I tilted my head for him, enjoying the softer touches and the increasing fullness as he gradually eased deeper.
Once he was fully inside me, his hips pressed firmly against my ass, his hand found my cock again. This time he stroked me holding nothing back.
“Gonna come… too fast… if you do that.”
“So come. I know you have more than one in you anyway.”
His hips withdrew and thrust back inside, the glide of his length and the feeling of the piercing so much better without the usual barrier between us.
I had no doubt he could make me come again, but I still tried to hold out as long as possible. It was a losing battle right from the start when his thrusts increased in speed along with his hand on my dick, working in tandem. Then the bastard bit my neck, hard, and I was helpless to stop the cry that escaped me, my cock exploding in his hand as my body convulsed around him.
Total bliss overwhelmed my senses as the waves of pleasure pulsed through me, his thrusts slowing but never stopping. Dex kissed the mark he’d left on my neck softly, his hand leaving my oversensitive cock to run his fingers through the mess I’d made on my stomach.
Fingers slicked with lube and cum smoothed over my chest, tweaking my nipples and making me jolt against him again. His tongue traced the shell of my ear. “That’s it, baby. Made such a mess for me. But you’re gonna make more, aren’t you?”
His hand traveled higher, over my collarbones, my neck… and then two wet fingers were tracing over my lips. Gently. Experimentally. Waiting to see if I’d part them for him. I did. I was possessed by the devil, and I’d do anything he wanted me to—including, apparently, tasting my own fucking cum on his fingers. I didn’t want to like it, would never even have thought to try it, but as his fingers slid over my tongue and the saltiness of my pleasure filled my senses, I groaned, my cock already twitching again.
“Perfect, baby. So good for me.” His low voice rumbled in my ear, so close it felt like a physical thing. The vibrations of it tingled over my skin and down my spine, and made me clench around him. He groaned, causing the same reaction in me again. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
All I could respond with was a whimper around his fingers, my tongue slipping between them.
