“Fuck me,” I said, edged with desperation.
He feigned reluctance. “Oh, all right.”
His dick pressed against my entrance, stretching me as he intruded. I exhaled loudly. “It feels so good.”
“When I’m inside you?” He pushed deeper until he was buried as far as he could go. “I agree.”
The orgasm that had threatened before lurked in the shadows, and when he established a casual tempo to fuck me, the orgasm stepped onto the scene. It almost kept me from noticing he’d picked up his phone and started recording again.
I was going to have to watch the video at some point. The concept of him sliding his dick in and out of me while my hands were pinned behind my back . . . Hot. His hips thrust into me faster, slamming against my rear and beckoning the orgasm to come closer.
“Logan,” I cried out.
“Come for me. Come on my cock.”
“I’m . . . coming, oh shit.” Pleasure slammed into me with each of his relentless thrusts. The alcohol lowered my inhibitions enough that I didn’t care how loud I was being or the fact that he was videoing such a powerful orgasm.
Eventually he slowed to a halt, but it had nothing to do with letting me recover and everything to do with the bottle of lube he scooped up, not breaking our connection. My heart raced, pounding like a hammer in my chest.
“Let’s see how you like my supplies,” he said. The phone landed with a soft thump up on his pillow, and I turned over my shoulder to watch him uncap the small clear bottle with a baby blue top. He held it high over me, letting it drip . . . Drip . . . Drip . .
. and it ran down my crack.
“Oh my god,” I murmured into the comforter. My cheek flattened the fabric beneath it and I shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Holy shit. He returned to fucking me, and the lube continues it slow, silky, wet path down between us, and further down between my thighs.
The only downside was it made a rather unsexy suction noise, but it was interrupted moments later by a hum. His arms were around me, one hand exploring the bare skin just in front of our union, and the other bringing the vibrator closer until he could set it against me. The vibration teasing my skin was sinful. My whole body sang.
“Oh my god,” I repeated. My brain emptied and I couldn’t find anything else to say.
“You seem to like that. But what if I do this?”
The vibration began to travel. It drew a path over my hip, around the curve of my body until it was barely below the small of my back. He traced the tip of it down between my cheeks, using a hand to pull one to the side.
My breath caught in my throat. That was why he’d bought a small one. He wanted to use it there. He circled the rosy ring between my cheeks, my whole body vibrating.
“Do you want the handcuffs off?”
Already my arms were beginning to feel uncomfortable, but I shook my head, unable to speak. Anticipation made it impossible. He stayed inside me, unbelievably hard but unmoving. I closed my eyes shut tight, and felt pressure. More pressure and the burning sensation that was becoming familiar from the times he’d crept inside. I bit my lip. My body wanted to push back against it, to expel the intrusion. Yet the indecent side of my brain whispered to wait. To let him show me something new.
“How much is it in?” I asked.
“About an inch.”
What? It felt like a foot. He pushed a little further, and I inhaled a deep breath.
“Does it feel better when I do this?” He began to move it back and forth, easing it almost out and then in.
“No, not—”
Wait a minute. My body stopped fighting as much with the movement, and as the vibrator gained ground, so did the concept that this could be pleasurable. “That’s . . . it kind of feels good.”
“Do you want me to go deeper?”
I could do this. Hell, I could like this. Every small pass he made was more enjoyable than the last. “Yeah.”
It continued like this, an inch at a time until he had worked all five inches in and out of my ass. He didn’t move fast, and he watched me intently for any signal to stop. I wasn’t going to stop him. The complete fullness in my body wasn’t like anything I’d experienced before.
“Do you like it?” His voice was a whisper.