Page 23 of Blurred Boundaries

“I love how enthusiastic you are,” he says dragging his cock over my crack. “I could just stand here and stare at your gaping hole forever, but I’m eager to get inside you.”

I’m just as eager for him to get inside me, but the moment I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my hole, I tense involuntarily.

“Let me in, Muffin,” he rasps, leaning forward to press light, lingering kisses along my neck.

I don’t know if it’s the pet name or the way his lips feel against my skin, but the tension in my body starts to ease, gradually unwinding until I can actually breathe properly again. He takes that moment to push forward, inching into me slowly. It turns out I had tensed up for nothing, because once he breaches me, the discomfort I was bracing for never really comes, and before I know it, he’s fully inside me and buried to the hilt.

He goes still, and I hear the change in his breathing, even with the loud roar of my pulse in my ears. My hands are now also on the backrest of the couch, clutching it as I try to adjust to him inside me. A year ago, if someone had told me that I would end up bent over a couch and let a man fuck me, I would have laughed so hard I might have burst a blood vessel. And yet here I am, loving it and wanting it more than I’ve ever wanted something in my life.

“Move, please,” I manage to say, more of a plea.

“You’re really begging for it, huh?” he asks, and there is a smug edge in his voice.

The little shit even laughs, but it cuts off the moment I clench around him. He groans, so I do it again without any shame. My neediness pays off because his hands come down hard on my hips. He starts thrusting, pulling back till only the crown of his cock is inside me before pushing back into me again. He starts slow, probably to see how much I can take, but I want more. I need more. So, I push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, fucking myself on his cock.

The rhythm builds between us, and soon our moans start mingling in the air with the sounds of our uneven breaths, and I can feel sweat starting to gather at my temples.

He removes one hand from my hip and grabs my dreadlocks while his other hand stays firm on my hip. Whatever restraint he had before disappears. He fucks into me with reckless abandon, and I have no choice but to take it as he pounds into me. My breathing turns unsteady, pleasure mounting higher than I know how to handle. I try to take deeper breaths, my chest expanding as it presses closer against the backrest of the couch, but it barely helps with how much I’m feeling.

I feel rather than know when he moves us to the sofa, pulling out of me just enough so he can sit down. He pats his thighs. “I want to see your face,” he says, the words coming more like a grunt.

I kneel on either side of his legs so I’m facing him, and I use my hand to guide his cock back to my hole. I steady myself with my other hand as I lower myself down, slowly at first, but there is no resistance this time. So, I don’t hold back. I go down on him in one smooth motion, taking him fully and seating myself on his cock. We both groan, low and drawn out, but I don’t stop. I start riding him in earnest, taking charge, and setting my own rhythm as I move over him, taking what I want and chasing my imminent orgasm. This position lets me control everything, how deep I take him, how fast I move, and how I angle myself.

I don’t even know how I manage it, but the way I’m riding him makes it easy for his cock to brush my prostate again and again, each pass sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. My entire body feels alive, buzzing with it, heat spreading under my skin. Fucking hell, I’ve enjoyed sex with women, I know what that feels like, and what to expect, but this is something else entirely. This is an eye opener.

Taj is swearing up a storm beneath me, his body slippery with sweat, his breath turning ragged as I keep riding him. The sight of him like this, undone and completely taken over by me, only pushes me to ride him harder. He lifts a shaky hand and drags me down to him, sealing our lips together in another searing kiss. When he brushes against my prostate, the groan that builds in my chest has nowhere to go but in his mouth, swallowed between us as our teeth clash. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the space around us, mixing with our moans and grunts, and everything becomes hazy and blurry as pleasure overtakes me.

When Taj hits my prostate again, a tremor moves through me and my balls draw tight, my toes curling as spurt and spurt of cum erupts out of me.

“Fuck!” Taj howls into my mouth and his body jerks beneath me before going still as he fills the condom.

He keeps kissing me, only dialling the heat level down several notches, the kiss turning into something more languid as we come back down from our high. I want to say something, something clever, maybe even to jokingly rate his skill—but my mouth feels heavy, and I can’t form the words. So, I just keep kissing him with his softening dick still inside me.

15

TAJ

—Someone To You by Banners

“Why are you in such a hurry to return to Prague?” My dad asks, giving me a sideways look that tells me he’s suspicious.

I’ve never lied to my parents, and I’m not about to start now. But I also can’t hand them the full truth, so I settle somewhere in the middle. “I promised the guy I’m seeing I’d spend a few days with him before uni resumes.”

“Why didn’t you bring him home?” My mom asks, fluffing the pillow beside her.

“When it gets serious, I’ll bring him home.”

The words come out of my mouth without much thought, but I now realise I actually mean them. I really can see myself with Mike long term. And I love that he tried to resist in the beginning because it actually gave us time to get to know each other without everything being about sex, and those moments, as frustrating as they were at the time, feel priceless now, like it gave us something more solid to build on.

Not that the sex isn’t worth it.

Because it really is.

And I see a lot of mutual orgasms in our future because I can tell I’m nowhere near done with him. All the phone sex we’ve had since I’ve been home hasn’t even come close to satisfying me, and I have to actively stop my mind from drifting back to yesterday, about the way I watched him fuck himself with a dildo while I stroked myself, imagining it was my cock going into him until I came over my hand.

I force myself back into the room before my face or body gives anything away. Yeah, I definitely need to get back to Prague right now.

I’m able to pry myself away from my parents eventually, and then I’m driving back, already thinking about Mike, feeling the anticipation in my veins now that I’m on my way to him. As I get closer to Prague, my mind starts to wander the way it has been doing since I got home three weeks ago, circling back to the same question I’ve been avoiding. What happens when uni resumes? I can’t tell where we stand, and I don’t know if he came over that night because of what I said about taking advantage of the holiday, or if he wants this to be something more. I know I should just ask him, it would be easier that way, but there’s a part of me that holds back because I’m afraid of what his answer will be.