He lowers his head to swipe his tongue over my rim without warning, and I hiss. He groans like I’m the best thing he’s tasted, sending blood straight to my dick.
Cain works his tongue from my hole up to the tip of my hard cock and back down again. He repeats this path until I’m shuddering with need, and then he spears his tongue inside of me.
“Oh my god. Who came up with this? They deserve… shit, they deserve a medal.” I moan as he thrusts his tongue in and out. “If we would all just… Jesus, if everyone ate ass, we’d have world peace.”
Cain has to pause to laugh. Quickly, he slips back into a feral state, spitting on my hole and slowly stretching me with two fingers. It burns at first, but I’m too wrapped up in the sight of him between my legs to care.
He lifts up enough to tug his pants down and slick his thick cock with lube from a small packet in his wallet. I’d tease him about having it on him all this time, but that switch in my brain creeps up toward panic at the thought of his intrusion.
I’m not scared of the pain. Never have been. It’s my mind that frightens me. What it might dredge up. The chaos it threatens to unleash, winding me up so tight until I become what Cain likes to call me.A destructive tornado.
Cain brings me back to a place of only pleasure as he strokes me slow and hard in his big hand. I push out a long breath to further relax my body.
I recognize his touch. His smell. His warmth. His kind soul. I trust him fully.
“You don’t want it, we stop,” Cain says, fixing his intense, pretty brown eyes on mine. My toes curl as he notches himself against me.
“You know I need it. Need you,” I whisper.
Cain eases his tip inside of me. Slow and steady, he works his cock deeper, fighting the resistance of my body. It does burn, but I don’t hate the full sensation. Don’t mind him stretching me to fit him.
“You good, baby?” His voice is already edged with lust, and it makes my pulse throb under my hot, sweaty skin.
“Fucking magical.” I clutch at his forearms, trying to pull him deeper. “No, really. This is good. So good, Cain.”
When his hips are flush against my ass, he starts a brutal rhythm. He pushes his cock so far inside of me, I can’t help but cry out with every punishing thrust of his body. My hands claw at his chest and his muscled arms as he keeps my thighs pinned against my body.
Cain leaves no doubt in my mind that he’s not scared to wreck me. He pulls out of me to flip me onto my stomach, dragging my ass up into the air so he can fuck me from behind. One hand keeps my chest pressed to the ground while the other wraps around my dick.
“Oh, god. Cain.” I shudder, my thighs and abs quivering.
He strokes me in rhythm with his thrusts, angling his hips to send waves of pleasure rushing through me, from my dick all the way down to my toes. The slick sound of him moving in and out of me and our skin colliding as he fucks me hard have me at the edge in no time.
“I’m too close,” I whine, trying to smack his hand away from jerking me off.
“Fuck no,” his voice rumbles. “That cum is mine.”
He turns me over and drops down to deep-throat my cock. He suctions so hard, I nearly black out when my orgasm hits. I buck up into his mouth as moans spill from my parted lips.
My body is still tingling with warmth when he finishes swallowing my cum.
“Love your sounds,” Cain murmurs, leaning over me to brush his lips against mine as he pushes his cock back inside of my ass. “Tell me this pretty, tight hole is mine.”
“Yours.” I nod and grab him behind the neck to crush our mouths together, tasting my release on his tongue. I suck it off, and Cain slams his hips against me one last time, hard enough to bruise, groaning as he spills inside of me.
His elbows brace most of his weight when he rests his body on top of me and cradles my face in his hands. We lay there until we both catch our breaths, just staring into each other’s eyes.
When Cain pushes up onto his feet, he tugs me with him and helps me slip on my pants. He holds my hand as we walk back to his apartment, shirtless and covered in blood and cum.
I startle at the figure sitting in the common area in the dark. Rev innocently sips at a cup of coffee on the couch, a book held in his other hand.
Cain rolls his eyes. “You’re depraved, you know that?”
“What?” Rev says, lowering his mug from his mouth.
“You’re holding the fucking book upside down,” Cain says, and I giggle when Rev looks at the cover with feigned surprise. Then he breaks into a grin. “Caught red-handed. Sorry, I heard the commotion. Got caught up in the show.”
My cheeks heat, and Rev gives me a wink.
