And out.
In, deeper this time.
“Fuck, Evie, fuck . . .” The pleasure-soaked words spilled from his mouth, and it distracted me from my discomfort further. He liked it. Knowing I gave him pleasure was such a turn-on, just like when I went down on him. His hands kneaded my flesh beneath them.
One slow thrust at a time, displeasure faded and gave way to a new sensation. Enjoyment. Satisfaction. I wasn’t failing. Every movement was success, a little victory, and that allowed me to start to find pleasure. It was taboo and forbidden, and I was doing it.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“No.” It wasn’t a lie, it didn’t hurt now.
He sighed, his body relaxing as it was flooded with what I assumed was relief. “Can you take a little more?”
More? I reached a hand behind me and my breath left in a frustrated burst. He was barely inside. How was that even possible?
“Okay,” the tequila said. “But I kind of wish you weren’t so big right now.”
Apparently he was not in the mood to joke, because he froze. “You want me to stop?”
“No, no.” I leaned back into him, letting it slip further inside. “Don’t stop.”
His hips resumed their deliberate movement. I let my cheek press into the comforter, my eyes falling closed, trying to find the pleasure when he invaded deeper still. Since my eyes where shut, I didn’t see him pick the vibrator up or reach it around my body so he could hold it against my clit. It was the low buzzing and the sensation against my slick skin that made my eyes pop open.
Turning up the dial on the vibrator was like turning up the dial on my desire. My stuttering breath increased until I was panting.
“Mmmm . . .” I mumbled into the comforter. It felt good. My attention was on the tingling in between my legs, not so much on the intrusion, but that was starting to feel good too.
“You like that? When I put it here?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking about specifically, but it didn’t really matter. At this point it was a definite yes to both the vibrator and his huge dick inside my ass.
“Yes, sir.”
He hunched over me, the hand not holding the teasing vibrator was strong on my shoulder, holding on. His lips were on the back of my neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses there between his own labored breaths.
“Are you close?” he whispered.
“Close to coming?” My voice was dubious. “Sorry, no.” The buzzing picked up in frequency, and I groaned; he’d just brought it much closer. But I wanted him to enjoy it, and he was still moving so hesitant and timid. “You can go faster if you want to.”
Oh my god, he did.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “That feels good.”
Saying that only made him go faster and deeper, until I felt his hips steadily against the skin of my ass. He’d made it all the way inside. I started to writhe, to push back into him. The vibrator stayed firm on me, tormenting me wickedly, hinting that immense pleasure was soon to arrive.
“You like my big cock in your ass?” he asked.
Yes, the filthiest part of me chanted. Yes. I tried to nod, unable to speak.
“Yeah, you like it, dirty girl,” the playful tone had returned to his voice, “but I’m about to make you fucking love it.”
Abruptly the vibrator was turned all the way up. And then he truly started to fuck me. I
t wasn’t near as fast as I knew he could go, but it was a furious tempo nonetheless, and I cried out at the sensation. Everything from my waist down was in bliss, singing, begging for release. Overload.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit . . . Logan, I’m coming!”
I clasped each hand over his, one on my shoulder and the other between my legs as I fell overboard. I was drowning in the orgasm, shuddering and flailing involuntarily with delight. He dropped the vibrator and it landed buzzing and rattling on the carpet. He shot up and his hands ensnared my waist, holding me as he went faster still.