Rend (Riven 2)

He walked us to the bed and laid me down. He kissed me until I was grabbing at his shirt and we were both moaning. Then he stripped me slowly and looked me over. I was breathing heavily, and his eyes on me were intense. His rough hands traced over my skin as he revealed it.

“I’m looking at what’s mine. This is mine.” He squeezed my nipple. “And this.” He splayed his big hand over my stomach. “This is mine, too.” He stroked my hard cock very lightly and I shuddered. “This is definitely mine.” He squeezed my ass, hard, then bent over me to speak in my ear.

“Does it feel like a relief to be mine, Matt? Does it feel good to know that no matter what you do, you can’t get rid of me? That you can fuck up, and we can fight, and I’ll still be here. That you’ll still belong to me?”

“Oh God,” I choked.

“Does it?”

“Yeah.”

“No one gets to kiss you except me, do they?” He kissed me, deep and filthy.

“No,” I gasped.

“Good boy. They don’t. They don’t get to touch you like this, do they?” He slid his fingers between my ass cheeks and held me open.

“Ungh, no, no.”

“Nope. They don’t. But what can I do to you, baby?”

My skin was on fire. My brain was mush. I fucking loved it.

“Any-anything.”

“Mmm,” Rhys groaned. “Yeah, anything. Because you know I’d never hurt you, right? You know I’ll always take care of you.”

“Yes, yes, yes, please, Rhys, yes.”

“I have this fantasy,” Rhys rumbled. “I think about it all the time and I never told you.”

“Tell me,” I gasped.

He looked uncharacteristically self-conscious for a moment and licked his lips, but then he pushed it aside and his eyelids fluttered with lust.

“In the fantasy, I’m inside you all day. I go down to eat breakfast and you’re on my lap and I’m inside you.”

He tapped my hole and I gasped.

“I drive to the store and get groceries and I’m inside you. We talk about getting the carpet cleaned or fixing the radiator and I’m inside you. All day, inside you.”

He rubbed his fingers around my hole and over it as he spoke.

“Sometimes I’m fucking you, sometimes you clench around me. But all day I’m a part of you and you’re holding on to me. At work, I’m inside you so everyone knows your mine. On the way back home, the vibrations of the train make you gasp as you feel me inside you. Then after dinner, we go upstairs, and with each step I slide deeper inside, until we can go to bed. And then I fuck you for hours. We never come and I never go soft, it just builds and builds until finally, only when we’re too exhausted to go on, we can finish.”

“Holy fuck, Rhys,” I breathed.

“Too much?” he asked.

I shook my head quickly and took his hand. “When you’re inside me. Here?” I pressed his fingers to my hole and his breath caught. “Am I hard for you all day?”

He nodded and wrapped his other hand around my cock. “Yeah. Sometimes I stroke you a little, make sure you stay that way. Or I pinch your nipples to feel you clench around me.” He did it, and the tiny points of pain made me tighten up around the finger he’d worked inside me. I fumbled for the lube and Rhys folded over me, kissing me so hot and deep I forgot about anything else.

When he pulled away he had the lube and the red dildo. He slicked his fingers and pressed three inside me, leaning into it as my head fell back and my mouth fell open. He licked into my mouth and said, “I’m gonna pretend like it’s all day. I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.”

My hips jerked and lust shot through me. “Yes, fuck, yes.”

“And at the end of it, you’ll know you belong to me. That every inch of you, inside and out, is mine.”

I was saying Yes yes yes over and over and Rhys was fucking me with his fingers, slow and deep, stroking inside me every few thrusts until I was trembling, my thighs shaking, needing more.

Rhys slid inside me, and it was the perfect more. He fucked me hard and fast, plowing into me until all I could do was grab at the sheets, his shoulder, my own hair, to keep from flying apart. Then he slowed down and eased off, and I said No no no because I wanted it to last forever. Rhys, still tremblingly hard, pulled out of me slowly and kissed away my cry of protest.

He pressed the dildo inside me instead and kept kissing me. My cock lay on my stomach, swollen and leaking and untouched. Rhys licked up the underside of it, and my hips shot off the bed. But he pressed me down again and used the dildo wickedly. He angled the toy so he was hitting my prostate every time, pressing into the tender spot until bolts of pleasure crackled through me, so much pleasure it turned to pain.