Page 41 of Wrapped Up In You
Two hands spread my cheeks, and before I could register what was happening, I felt his tongue slipping along my crease. I froze, my brain scrambling as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Jonathan had been horrified at the mere thought of me eating him out just a few days ago. He couldn’t possibly be returning the favor.
And yet…
His tongue brushed across my hole, and every muscle in my body clenched at the shock.
“C’mon, Hay. Let me in.”
I let out a breath, forcing myself to relax. I loved being eaten out, and if Lucy was game to try it, who was I to stop him? He licked another stripe down my crease, this time applying more pressure, moving with purpose. I moaned into the pillow, trying to keep from crying out as he licked and bit at me. Then he was pressing his tongue into me, probing my entrance with short jabs, sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I tried to hold still, but I couldn’t stop myself from wiggling as he licked and sucked my hole.
“Luce… Please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for at this point. My dick was angry at being ignored and leaking all over the place, my balls were aching, and my hole was being assaulted. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to be filled. Taken. Used.
Jonathan climbed on the bed behind me, draping himself over me and speaking softly into my ear. I sill had my shirt on, so the contact wasn’t direct skin-to-skin, but I sighed with pleasure at the feel of him wrapped around me. It was like being covered with a weighted blanket. Only the blanket smelled like Jonathan and had a dick that was poking me in the ass. “Where’s your lube?”
“In the drawer.” I nodded my head to the right toward my bedside table. He rummaged around for a moment—was my dildo still in there?—before I heard the drawer shut and the telltale snick of the lid popping open.
Cool liquid trickled down my crack, and I hissed in response. He began slowly stretching me with one finger, then two, eventually working up to three. I heard him rip open a condom, and I tried once again to relieve my aching cock while he prepped himself, but he smacked my hand away, growling, “What did I tell you?”
I whimpered, but just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, I felt him nudge my opening, pushing into me in one fluid stroke. Fully seated, his hips pressed against me, he began to rock in short, undulating strokes, each one pulling a little whimper from me as if he were dismantling me one piece at a time.
Finally, he reached around and grabbed my neglected dick, and I nearly wept at the contact. He began to stroke me harder, thrusting into me faster and faster, pegging my prostate with each stroke, lighting up my entire body like the Fourth of July.
“Harder,” I gritted out, desperately chasing my orgasm. “I want to be able to feel you three days from now.”
He growled and kicked into another gear, jackhammering into me like a man possessed. The headboard hit the wall, something tipped over on my nightstand, and I buried my face in my pillow, screaming as my orgasm ripped through me like a freight train.
Over and over again, my dick pulsed onto the bed below as Lucy continued to pound me into oblivion until he let go of my nearly spent dick, instead grabbing my hips and pulling me into him as he buried himself to the hilt on a mighty yell. I felt him throb inside me, his fingers bruising my skin where he gripped me while he filled the condom.
Moments later, he collapsed on top of me, and my arms gave out, my muscles liquefied after holding myself up for so long.
As I floated back to earth, I felt his breath against my ear as he asked, “You okay?”
“Hell. Yes.”
“I wasn’t too rough?” Ah, there was my sweet, concerned Lucy, replacing bossy, growly Jonathan.
I tried to turn my head to look at him, but it was too difficult at this angle, so I mustered up the strength to shove him off me and rolled over. Gone was the assertive, demanding man who’d fucked me. In his place was my sweet boyfriend, worry and doubt etched into his features as he looked down at me.
I reached up and brushed the side of his cheek, curling my hand around the back of his neck. “I like it rough. I like it slow. I like it fast. I like it however you want it.”
He searched my eyes as if trying to verify my honesty. I pulled him down and kissed him sweetly. “I promise I’ll tell you if there’s ever something I don’t like. Okay?”
Accepting my answer, he nodded, his features relaxing. He removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the trash in the corner before, flipping off the light, and climbing back into bed. I removed my shirt, then invited him under the covers with me, where he curled up beside me, his head on my shoulder.
I savored the feel of him tucked into my side, running my fingertips up and down his back. Most of the time, it was he who held me, so this was nice for a change. Especially after he’d been so dominant just moments ago. As much as I’d liked that little bit of role play, this felt like balance was restored.
“Lucy?”
“Mmm?” His voice was hazy like he was almost asleep.
“I’m glad you came here tonight.”
He snuggled in, draping his arm over my middle. “Mmm. Me too.”
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JONATHAN
December 28
