Page 81 of Secrets and Lies
“Tell me.” He pulls his hand away from me.
“What?” I gasp and clench around nothing.
“Tell me how you’ve touched yourself.”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” A warm hand cups my balls, and he uses his other hand to give my length a long, slow stroke. “Have you fingered yourself?”
“Yes.”
He stops moving and just grips my balls and dick in his hands like they’re his emotional support blanket. “Have you ever used a toy on yourself?”
My neck and face flame with heat, and I can only imagine how red my skin is.
I’ve always been on the paler side, and thanks to my blond hair and blue eyes, blushes really show up on me. It’s nearly impossible for me to hide when I’m embarrassed.
And right now I’m hella embarrassed.
“Don’t be shy,” he gives my balls a light squeeze, then rolls them in his palm in a way that feels insanely good. “Tell me.”
“I have a… plug,” I scrape out, my face so hot I’m sure my internal body temperature has also gone up a few degrees.
“And what do you do with your plug?” he asks in that infuriatingly calm voice that’s so at odds with the commanding way he’s owning every part of me.
“I sometimes wear it when I’m jerking off,” I whisper.
“Does it feel good?” He gives me another slow stroke and gently rolls my balls again. “Does it make you come?”
“Yes.”
“So hard for me,” he murmurs and strokes my cock, his grip tight and perfect. “So hot,” he adds, and there’s something different about his tone. The sexy rasp is still there, and so is that undertone of quiet command, but there’s a sense of wonder in there too, and maybe even affection?
No, that’s crazy. I’m looking for things that aren’t there. This is about sex and getting off, that’s it. I need to make sure I don’t fall into my usual trap of wanting more than people are willing to give me.
“But you know what?” He lets go of my cock and smooths his palm over the swell of my ass. “I bet my dick is gonna feel so much better.”
More of that arousal/excitement mix flows through me as he gently runs his hands over my back, ass, and thighs, like he’s memorizing the curves and dips of my body through touch.
“What do you think, West?” he asks, and I nearly melt at the sound of my name in that sex-drenched voice. “Do you think my dick is going to feel better than your plug?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation, and I have to stop myself from begging him to just stick it in me and give me some relief.
He must notice how wound up I am, but he just chuckles darkly as he grips my hips to hold me in place and grinds his hard dick against my ass.
The press of his hot skin on mine sends a pulse of need through me, but it’s quickly followed by a brief rush of fear. He’s way bigger than my plug, and it took me weeks to get used to it.How am I supposed to take all of him without being ripped in half?
I don’t know if he senses the change in my thoughts or if he just has great timing, but he shifts so his dick is nestled in my crease, and the sensation of his shaft against my hole makes me whimper as more of that overwhelming need washes over me and chases away my fears.
I want this, and I’ve wanted this for years. I didn’t foreseethisbeing how I took my first dick, but whatever. Carpe diem and all that jazz.
He drags his dick through my crease, helping me break free from my thoughts before they can fully take hold.
The touch is soft and teasing, but it isn’t enough.
“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking for but needingmore.
Something shifts in him, the energy around us changing, as he grips my ass in two hands and lets out a feral growl.
