Page 82 of Secrets and Lies
Holy shit. I’ve never heard anyone make a sound like that before, and my entire body clenches as he splits my cheeks apart with his strong hands and drops to his knees behind me.
The first touch of his tongue on my balls sends a pulse of need through me so strong I jerk like I’ve been electrocuted, and my eyes roll back as he drags his tongue up my crease and gently laps at my hole.
Holy goddamn crap. I knew being rimmed felt good, thanks to countless hours of watching porn, but I had no idea it could feelthisgood.
“Oh god!” I fist my hands in my sheets so I don’t topple over and face-plant like a moron as he eats me out like a man possessed.
Just when I think I’m about to go crazy from how good it feels, he drags his tongue down my taint and sucks the head of my dick into his mouth. I bite my lip so I don’t start begging formore when he gently swirls his tongue around the broad head of my dick in teasing circles.
“Holy fuck.” I squeeze my eyes closed as waves of pleasure wash over me, and it takes everything in me to not beg for more.
He pops off my dick and chuckles, but instead of leaving me hanging and desperate, he tongues my balls a few times, then swallows my length until I’m pressing down his throat.
The wet heat of his mouth is so intense I can already feel the start of my orgasm gathering low in my body, and I’m nearly delirious from need as he moves over me in quick, rhythmic glides.
I’ve never been in this position for any kind of sex act before, and the vulnerability from being so exposed actually adds to my pleasure instead of distracting me, allowing me to sink into the moment as he worships my dick like he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
Just when I’m about to tell him to stop so I don’t come, he abruptly pulls off me.
The little kisses he drops on the backs of my thighs are unexpected, and I’m not sure what to do with the warmth that suddenly floods my system from the sweetness of the move as he gets to his feet behind me.
Nothing about what’s happening between us is anything like how I thought things would go down when I saw him standing in my closet like a dark romance antihero. I assumed he’d mess with my head a bit, get me to beg for his dick or some other humiliation ritual, then bend me over and fuck me like I’m nothing more than a sex toy.
I figured it would be rough and hard and not that great for me since I literally gave him blanket consent to do whatever he wants, but he’s taking the time to prep and tease me. He also seems to be enjoying it, and it doesn’t feel like he’s just doing it as some sort of lip service.
The sound of plastic tearing drags me out of my musings, and I instinctively look over my shoulder. Is that a condom?
I’m not prepared for what seeing him like that does to my nervous system, and it’s like my body glitches out for a few seconds.
He looks incredible behind me. The contrast of him still being fully clothed while I’m naked is beyond hot, but it’s the mask hiding his features and the shadows created by his hood that bring everything up to the next level.
Not knowing who he is should freak me the fuck out, but that’s actually what makes it easier to give in like this. I have no idea who he is, so I can just sink into the moment and enjoy what’s happening instead of getting trapped in a loop of worrying about what he’s thinking or obsessing over how I look and his perception of me.
It’s freeing and weirdly empowering, and while I’m sure I’ll overthink everything after this, that’s a later problem.
I’m so enthralled by the picture he makes standing behind me that it takes a second to notice the small, rectangular packet he’s holding. It finally clicks that it’s a packet of lube when he pours some onto his fingers and rubs them together.
Nerves and fear flood my system, and I hastily look at the mattress in front of me again.
He lightly rubs soothing circles against my ass cheek with one hand and presses a slippery finger against my hole.
I force myself to breathe out, and he increases the pressure on my hole until the tip of his finger slips inside me.
“Fuck,” I mutter and clench instinctively.
This happens when I use my plug too, and it usually takes my body a moment to realize I want this and not fight the intrusion.
He switches to tracing those soothing circles over my back and pushes his finger all the way inside me in a single pass.
The stretch and burn aren’t bad, but it still takes me a few seconds to unclench and relax enough for him to start moving without having to fight my body’s natural reaction.
“There you go,” he says in that sexy purr from before. “You’re doing good.”
His praise and the care he’s taking help me let go of the rest of my nerves, and my body finally goes lax.
“That’s it,” he praises and thrusts his finger inside me. The drag of his digit over my prostate makes my entire body light up like a neon sign.
Usually my prostate isn’t this sensitive, and it’s not the magic orgasm button some people claim it is—not for me, at least. But I’m so turned on it’s like my entire body is one big exposed nerve, and I know it won’t take much to make me come.
