“I need… I need….” My whimpers were almost full-blown cries at this point. The orgasm just out of reach was taunting me.
“Tell me,” he demanded as another tremble shook through me.
“Spank me. Last time, you spanked me, and I came.” I was begging for it now, the agony of a lost release growing.
His hand landed on my ass with a loud crack, and I cried out. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasurable step closer to my orgasm.
“Yes. Your greedy cunt likes that.” He did it again on the other side, and my body took another small step closer to the edge. I was almost there. The tether frayed with each smack.
I felt something wet land between my cheeks, and with another smack, I felt his thumb swirl around my back hole.
And then I was falling into sweet oblivion.
“Ah, fuck.”
I felt Nate’s shaft slip from my body, and then a few seconds later, something hot and wet dripped onto my back. His grunts filled the room as he released. Thank goodness he remembered to pull out as we discussed, not that it was foolproof.
“Stay put. I need to clean you up.”
My limbs were too heavy to move anyway. I had little plans to go anywhere for a while.
Nate returned with a washcloth and wiped away the cum on my back.
“You can just throw it away. I won’t be back to do laundry for a while.”
He seemed to think it over for a bit, but then he left my line of sight. I heard water running in the kitchen over my heavy breathing, then solid footsteps back to my bathroom.
“I went ahead and washed it with your dish soap and hung it on your shower rod to dry. No sense throwing it away.”
I hummed in response.
“Can you move?”
“Nope. Pretty sure I’ll die here.”
He crouched beside me, that massive cock of his dangling between his legs. “That would be one awkward funeral, don’t you think?”
“Probably.”
“Up you go.” Nate flipped my body on the couch and then hoisted my body into his arms, cradling me close.
“You like to move me around, don’t you?”
“You’re light as a feather. And I enjoy carrying you.”
Together, we dropped down on the bed, and I scurried across the blankets and buried myself under the sheets. Nate yanked them away, a scowl marring his features, saying he wasn’t done looking at me yet.
I tried to explain to him I didn’t like being naked, but when he started asking more questions, I pressed my lips against his to silence his thoughts. That quickly led to me riding him until we both found another orgasm. That time, we made sure to snag one of the condoms I stashed in my nightstand. It wasn’t slow and steady like he wanted. I took control that time.
We laid as a sweaty mess on my bed. Thankfully, darkness had fallen into the room and there was only the soft glow of the lamp on my living room end table, which I set on a timer. Fumbling around in the dark wasn’t my favorite thing.
I laid my head on Nate’s chest and listened to the pounding of his heartbeat. It slowed with each passing minute, and the constant pulse was lulling me to sleep. The only thing that kept me awake was his hand trailing up and down my spine. I could feel his finger touch every vertebra as he passed, and old thoughts started popping up.
“Your way too tense for someone who had three orgasms this evening. Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Alex.” Nate rolled out from underneath me and sat on the side of the bed, his arms resting on his strong thighs. “I wish you’d talk to me. I feel like there is this part about yourself you keep hidden away. I know this is just sex between us, but I hoped at least we were friends.”
