I keen, the sudden heat catching me off-guard. He sucks and licks with addictive enthusiasm, kneading my ass and teasing my hole at the same time. My balls are squished against his chest, tingling with pleasure.
In no time, I’m thrusting into his mouth. But it’s not enough. I need more. I need him to make me feel so good I see stars, to fuck me so thoroughly I feel sore for days.
“Ben…” I start, my voice whiny and low.
His hands slide up my body and he sits up, propping his back against the pillows along the headboard. I’m suddenly in his lap, his erection straining against my crease. It’s mind-blowing how he can just tell what I want without me even voicing it. How he’s tuned to the needs of my body as if my pleasure is his number one priority.
No one has ever treated me this way. It’s too much, in the best way possible.
I hear him rip the lube packet and a heartbeat later he rubs the chilly liquid around my hole. Two slicked fingers press against it, pushing inside gently but firmly.
“Relax and open for me, Charlie. I need to stretch you so you can take me. I’m gonna make you feel amazing, baby.”
I whimper, letting some of the tension leave me as my stomach suffers another butterfly invasion. Fuck, this is so hot. I’m burning up. I need him, and yet he’s taking his time being thorough. It’s both flattering and annoying.
“This is torture,” I protest, biting off a groan as he breaches me. “Just give me your dick before I lose my mind.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, pushing in and out with his digits.
I can feel the stretch, the slight burn as they reach deeper and deeper. I wiggle my ass, impaling myself on them. But it’s not enough. It can be better, so much better.
“I can take it.”
He hooks a finger under my chin and pulls me closer. “I know you can.” His lips meet mine in a barely-there kiss. “But let me do this, okay? Let me take care of you, baby.”
“You talk too much,” I shoot back and dive for him.
He growls and plunges his tongue inside my mouth, devouring me like he’s a starving man and I am his five-star dinner. His sweet-sharp taste is intoxicating, hijacking all my senses until all I can do is moan and shake and let him dictate the pace.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. Show me how much you want my cock,” he praises, breathless and reverent.
“Please, Ben. I can’t take this. I need more.”
He hums, nipping along my neck as I bury my hands in his messy curls. Pulling on his hair, I force his mouth back to mine.He grumbles but gives in, his fingers slipping out of me. I whine in annoyance, biting his bottom lip.
“So naughty,” he chuckles, lining up his cock.
“Shut up and—”
He snaps his hips, thrusting into me with no mercy. I see fucking stars, howling as my body tenses around him.
“Fuuuuck.”
My eyes roll back. He’s so thick. It’s incomparable to his fingers, the stretch and burn sosogood. And the piercings. Holy fuck, I can feel them, the smooth metal bumps adding even more pleasure.
“God, you are so tight. I’m gonna lose my mind.”
I’ve already lost mine. Shit. I’ve never felt so full, so completely and utterly owned. The way he moves inside me, the way he’s pushing deeper and deeper and then pulling back out only to repeat it again is too perfect. Everything narrows down to him. To his body, to his heat, to the way he’s making mine mold to him. It’s like he’s made for me, and I am made for him, even though we are practically two strangers.
“Ben… More,” I urge, crying out in pleasure as he tags my prostate. “Yes. Oh fuck.”
He clasps my waist and holds me in place as he thrusts even faster. Every time he pulls out, his piercings catch on the rim of my hole, heightening the sensation as he fucks into me. I’m at his mercy and I love it, each glide of his massive cock meant to remind me. I moan and scream, not caring that someone might hear us.
“That’s it, Charlie. Let go for me. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
I can’t think anymore. I’m reduced to pleasure and heat and desire, ravenous for anything he will give me. Tension builds across me with each strike against the bundle of nerves deepwithin me, pulsating and spreading like a tidal wave I cannot stop.
“Ben…” I whimper, finding it hard to form words.
