“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Everything hurt, ached, throbbed, pulsed. I’d long since gone past what I’d thought was my capacity to hold back. “Lex, I swear. Just…do what you did last time. Let it go on me. I don’t need this.”
“But you want it.” She pressed her lips to the tip, kissing it sensuously.
I closed my eyes, because if I had to watch her lovingly kiss my cock, I’d lose the battle. “Yes, Lexie. I do want it. But what I really want is to come inside you, bare.”
“That’s the one thing you can’t have,” she whispered. “I’m giving you this instead. Because I want to. Stop fighting it.”
And then she took me deep, lifting up and pulling me away from my body and swallowing around me. She was squeezing me with her fists, hard, preventing me from coming even if I’d wanted to let go. Around my shaft, another hand around my balls, pinching off my ability to come. Her mouth went wild on me, then, bobbing fast, tongue slurping, taking me deep so I heard her swallow around me and gasp for air, and I had to watch.
“Fuck it,” I snarled. “Fine. But I’m gonna make you come with me.”
I reached forward and snagged her hips, lifted her up and settled her ass on my chest. She shifted so she was sitting on her shins, and lifted her ass into the air, presenting her sex to me—and I gratefully, willingly, eagerly pressed my mouth to her and tasted her. Slid my fingers inside her slit, found her magic spot and massaged it while I devoured her, hard and fast, bringing her to the edge more swiftly than she’d ever gotten there.
“Oh fuck, Myles—Jesus, what are you doing to me?” she gasped, pushing back against my mouth. “Fuck, I’m gonna come already!”
It was mere seconds—her hair trigger pulled so fast she didn’t even know she was coming until she was already there. She screamed, writhing against me, hands squeezing hard around me so hard I grunted in surprise, her mouth paused above my cock. She came, and came, screaming, whimpering, thrashing against me…and then plunged me into her mouth and let go of her grip on me, used both hands around me, sliding and pumping as fast as she could, and my orgasm was ripped from me. I growled through gritted teeth, and then as I felt the cum rise and the heat blast through me and the pressure release, I had no words but her name, chanted as she took me and took me, took all I had and then some.
I came, and it was an explosive eruption so potent I thought it was going to paralyze me, my back arching, cock pounding with the volcanic heat of climax. I filled her mouth with my cum and she swallowed, but not fast enough, and I came again and it spilled out past her lips and trickled down my shaft and she gasped and swallowed around me and I pulsed again, hard, and again, and again, and each time she gulped around me and more thick milky cum trickled past her lips and down my shaft. Each pulse shredded through me with wrenching power, until I couldn’t even whisper her name, couldn’t thrust, couldn’t do anything but let her hands do the work of pumping hard and fast around me, and then she slowed, and her palm cradled my balls and she pressed fingers to the sensitive sliver of skin just behind my sac and massaged as she used her hand to twist and slide around my shaft and her mouth suckled around the head, and I wasn’t sure if I was coming again or coming still, but it was another wild hot crushing pulse of body-wrenching climax, and I didn’t think I had anything left inside me to come, but somehow I did and she took that too, letting it spill out.
Finally, after an eternity of climax, she let me go and I collapsed back onto the bed. Lexie rolled off me and pivoted, bringing her head to my chest. She smiled up at me.
“That was…alotof cum,” she murmured, laughing. “Like, whoa.”
I was limp, floppy. “Uh, huh.”
She palmed my jaw and brought my face to hers, kissing me on the cheek. “You dead?”
I nodded sloppily. “Uh-huh.”
She lifted my now-inert cock, let it flop back to my body in the mess. “Looks like you need a shower.”
I shook my head. “Can’t walk. Legs are jelly.”
She laughed. “It was really that good?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh. That good.”
“Better than the handjob I gave you back in Dallas?”
“Yeah.”
She traced her fingertip through the sticky mess pooling on my skin. “You mad I didn’t swallow it all?”
I laughed. “No, Lex, I’m not.”
“Just glad I didn’t leave you hanging?” I heard the edge of defensiveness.
I cupped her cheek. “It was perfect, Lex. Everything we do together is amazing and more than I could ever have thought possible.”
“Even if I’ll never let you raw dog me?”
I frowned. “Not usually one to argue with vulgarity, but that makes it sound like it’s something…dirty, and not in a sexy way.”
She sighed. “You know what I mean.”
“I know you’re trying to put distance between you and me and the emotions of being totally bare with each other, Lex. And I’m not going to push it.” I held her face, thumb grazing her cheekbone. “Yes, I want that. Desperately. You say it’ll never happen, and if that’s the case, I can accept that. I know you’re dealing with a lot, Lex, and I’m not going to put anything more on you.”
I slid out of bed, bringing her with me, stood up and carried her into the bathroom. Set her on the marble bench in the shower, turned on the water. Let it run hot. Adjusted it to a tolerable temperature and tugged her by the hand to stand her up. Kissed her neck. Her jaw. Her breastbone. She was holding her breath, resting her hands on my shoulders.
