Lie With Me (Stonewall Investigations Miami 2)

Now it was my turn to spew out words that didn’t make sense. Beckham’s wet fingers swirled around my sensitive hole, his hand spreading me open wider while I kept sucking.

Beckham’s finger slipped inside, and all bets were instantly off. I moaned loud around his cock as he probed me, his finger sliding deeper, my back arching harder, my body crying out for more. I knew there’d be a puddle from how much I’d leaked onto the bedsheets underneath me. Beckham curled his finger, pushing at parts of me that had me seeing entire galaxies.

He pulled his finger out, leaving me with a desperate want to have him back in me.

“Turn around,” he said. “I want to see your ass.

Again, I listened, my heart beating like a drum inside my ears. I turned for him, just like he said. I was completely naked, on all fours with my ass to the man who knocked my world off its axis, and I was hanging off his every word.

“Spread your ass apart.”

I did. My heart skipped a beat.

“Spread, yeah, just like that.”

His tone was sending me on a spiral. It was the kind of tone that could stop an army in its tracks and make them all orgasm at the same time.

“Now rub a finger over that sexy hole.”

Again, I did as he asked. I opened myself to him, in a way I hadn’t with any other man I’d been with, and I fingered myself for him. He moaned as I opened wider and slipped in deeper, already wet from his spit and needy from his sex. Beckham moaned again. He spit in his hand, the sound making me shiver.

I moved my hand, sinking my finger in past the knuckle, the need suddenly howling through me. A need to have my finger replaced with Beckham.

I could hear him jerking off, the slick sounds of wet skin on skin filling the room, mixing with his moans as I started to finger myself harder, spurred on by the sounds of Beckham pleasuring himself while watching me.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice, still a growl, settled deep down in my gut. “Play with your hole. That’s it.”

No. No, it’s still not enough.

“Fuck me, Beckham. Please. Give it to me.”

“That’s it. I want to hear it again, Oliver. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it. Please.”

I’d never begged for sex before, but here I was, my hole twitching and my entire body begging for it. I pushed my ass back in the air, opening myself wider for him, slipping another finger into my hole. I gasped, my cock twitching in the air.

I heard Beckham open the condom wrapper. Moments later, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out from my hole. I moaned, feeling my fingers being replaced by the thick head of his cock. He squirted some lube, his fingers sliding over my hole.

“Oh, Beck, that’s it.” I pushed back, slowly. His cock parted my cheeks and slipped past the tight ring of muscle. I gasped loud as he pushed in deeper, stretching me in a way fingers never could. I had wanted it so bad, there wasn’t any of the discomfort I sometimes felt at first. And even though Beckham had one of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen, I felt ready to take it all inside me.

He was tender, though. He teased me, sinking himself halfway and then pulling back, driving me totally crazy.

“Do you want my cock, Oliver? Huh?”

I moaned an answer, unable to form solid words.

“Is that a yes?”

Beckham, as if punctuating his sentence with a fuck, drove into me, filling me with his cock and pulling a cry of pure pleasure out of my throat.

I groaned, my fingers gripping onto the bedsheet, ripping it off the mattress.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I said the word with every fuck. Beckham started to slam into me, fucking me so hard that the headboard was banging against the wall and chipping some of the paint.

I didn’t give a fuck. I dropped my head and cried out, feeling my body light up like fucking Times Square at midnight. Beckham’s balls slapped against me as he fucked me, his hands digging into my hips. He moved one hand and put it between my shoulder blades. He pushed down. My face fell into the pillow, my ass arched higher into the air.

And he continued to fuck me, hard and fast, beyond passionate. I continued to shout into the pillow, a shock of pure pleasure coursing through me with every thrust. I could practically feel the shape of him inside me, hitting me deep. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted us to be one for the rest of time.

I couldn’t even warn him that I was about to come. My body exploded and unraveled. I lifted my ass and spasmed as Beckham continued to fuck the come out of me, every deep thrust pushing more out. My ass twitched around him with every orgasm wave, massaging him.