Page 73 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
My hand stills in a loose grip around his cock, and I take a moment to appreciate it. Dex’s dick is thick and pale, so any amount of attention makes it flush, straining towards my touch.
Torturously slow, I slide my hand up his shaft and cradle my palm around the head.
“Ride me, Dex. Push that pretty cock into my fist.”
Pleasure doesn’t feel like strong enough of a word for the sensations rolling through me as he lifts his hips, my cockhead catching on his rim only to be swallowed back down. It’s a constant repetitive motion, and every time Dex’s ass hits my groin, I thrust up into him to fuck him deeper.
“That’s it, love,” I whisper, feathering kisses along his neck. “So good for me. You feel incredible.”
My words spur him on, and he takes the praise and the extra pounding and bounces himself harder on my lap. When my fist is slick from his leaking dick, I twist my hand around the head and snap my hips straight to his prostate—which he’s taken great pleasure in teaching me the location of.
Dex cries out, his hips stilling for a moment as he shakes through what must be the edge of an orgasm he isn’t ready to hit. But I don’t stop stroking his dick. Instead, I spit into my hand and stroke him faster, holding his hip down with my other hand so I can keep driving into him.
“Valen, Valen, shit, oh my god. Gonna come. I’m gonna come. Baby, stop.” But he doesn’t tap out and when I tip my head for a kiss, he readily gives it to me, spilling more pleas into my mouth.
I can practically feel the shockwaves spread across his body with his skin prickling under my touch, balls pulling taut, and dick thickening with the cum he’s about to unload.
“Show them how you come for me, love. Let me show them how I fuck you through it.”
The pressure around my cock as his walls clench tight is almost enough to send me over with him, but I hold off, watching as his back bows, as his hips chase the friction of my hand and rocks my cock onto that sweet spot over and over.
Cum splashes over his abs and stomach, drips down my hand, and when I grind up into him, I’m rewarded with a few more thick streams before his body goes boneless, and I readjust so I can hold his weight.
It’s several seconds of silence as he reclines against me, eyes shut and breathing ragged, and I take the time to smear and scoop the cum from his body, making him laugh when my fingers smooth over his ribs and making him groan when he opens his eyes to see me licking his release from my fingers.
I hook my chin on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his waist when I’m done, checking out the screen until Dex taps my thigh gently once. With a squeeze to his waist, I lift him off my cock and splay him out on his stomach on the mattress.
“Sorry for the view, guys. But Dex deserves a nice, long rest after that workout. Don’t worry. I’ll fuck him good and slow as a treat.”
My back is to the camera, but I shut the viewers out of my mind as I enter Dex again, sliding in easily as he moans into the sheets.
I drape over his back, kissing his temple. “One more orgasm, love.”
He whines and writhes and bucks as I thrust into him, sensitivity driving the cries he pours into his folded arms. When his orgasm hits this time, when he squeezes around me tight enough to choke the life out of a man, I give in and let the rush of endorphins drag me under.
I pump him so full of cum that I’m still rocking my hips into him long after he’s come down from his own release.
Exhaustion takes over quickly, both from the exertion and the role I took up for the video, so I make quick work of pulling out, dropping to my knees, and sucking the cum from Dex’s hole.
He wanted me to give them a cum-shot of it leaking out of him—but I can’t resist getting my mouth on him one more time. The only response I get is a little squeak and quiet, tired moans that I’m sure only I can hear.
As soon as that mess is straightened out, I turn back to the camera and hold a finger to my lips, wink, then shut off the recording like he showed me. I walk around to the spare camera and do the same, shut off the extra lights leaving only the bedside lamp, and then I head to the bathroom—which has a jacuzzi tub—and run a bath for the most incredibly sexy man I know.
A man who is unbelievably mine.
I’veneverbeenfuckedinto a goddamn coma before, but that’s damn near what Valen’s dick did to me. More than just the actual dick down, it was the way he spoke—downright dirty but still treating me like I was cherished and not just a hole to be inside of.
Most of the men I’ve taken to bed who were into dirty talk were also into degrading their partners, and while I don’t mind being called a slut in the bedroom, I never realized how much I craved being treasured.
Wanted.
Loved.
Defiled in the best possible way.
It’s late when I’m finally able to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time. I’m not kidding when I say he fucked the life out of me.
Those were the two best orgasms of my life.
