"You never did tell me what really turns you on," he whispers.
"This," I groan.
He asks me again as he rolls my clit between his fingers.
"You," I hiss. "Fuck, Alexander, It's you I want. You're the only thing I want."
I don't think I'd be getting away with such vague answers if he wasn't already close to the edge.
He holds back until my body trembles for him, controls his urges until I'm already crying his name, and then he joins me there, cursing through gritted teeth as he fills me up.
I'm still panting as he pulls away, my arms are reaching for him as he stalks across to his dressing room and grabs one of his sex toy cases.
"You're going to tell me what turns you on," he says as he plugs in the massager. "You're going to tell me everything."
Everything.
Sudden paranoia burns at my face. I look away, head down. The buzz against my throbbing clit makes me groan, but I'm rocking for him, easing my hips up to take more.
"What turns you on, Amy?" His tone is so dark, so dirty.
"You," I whisper, and he flicks up the speed on the massager.
"Fuck," I hiss. "I like … I like it when you're rough … I like it when you're in my ass … " I cry out as he sucks his finger and pushes it right in there.
"What else?"
"I love … I love it when you choke me … I love how it feels … "
"How does it feel?"
I can't stop the smile. "Like I can't take it … and then like I can … I float … and it's amazing … it's beautiful to see the stars … to see you … "
"And you're not scared?"
I shake my head. "No … "
I'm going to come so hard. I feel it from my clit to my toes.
"What else?"
I'm sweating. I can taste it on my lips.
"Amy, what else turns you on? What do you think about when you're alone?"
I don't want to do this. I don't want to say this. I'm already in way too deep.
I murmur that he's everything. That I want everything he wants. He pushes another finger in my ass and I'm on fire.
I can't hold back the words. Can't hold back the thoughts I've had in bed at night.
The thoughts about that divorce paperwork.
The thoughts about the filthy things he likes.
I can't hold back the thoughts about him and Dean.
"I want to see you … " I whisper. "Oh God … "
"See me what?"
He moves so quickly. Pinning himself on top with his cock poised against my open lips.
He's so hard. I can taste the wetness on his tip.
"See me do what, Amy?"
He pushes into my mouth until I gag, and then he pulls right out again.
My clit sparks like fucking crazy.
His balls are heavy on my forehead. He smells incredible.
His voice is raspy. "I have very few hard limits. You just have to fucking tell me."
And I do.
My confession is nothing but a whisper choked in the air.
"I want … I want to see you … with another man."
He comes in my mouth with the words still hanging in the air.
He comes with a grunt that sounds feral, spurting to the back of my throat without warning as I gag on my own orgasm.
I'm a mess. Wriggling and squirming and gurgling his name as my legs thrash the bed.
And when I'm done I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. My breath feels like fire in my chest.
He unplugs the massager without a word, and my endorphins shrivel away.
Fuck. I've fucked this up.
I tell him I shouldn't have said that. That it's no big deal, just a crazy fantasy.
I tell him it's stupid. That my stupid mouth was running away with me.
But when he talks, he talks right over me.
"How the hell did you know?"
Alexander
My question leaves her open-mouthed. Her eyes wide and fluttery. "How did I know what?"
My heart is pounding hard, my breaths ragged from the spontaneous eruption of my fucking balls.
She rises to sitting. "What? What do I know?"
My gut is in fucking knots, as though I've been exposed raw. Guilty pleasures are so fucking guilty.
I spit it out. "How the hell did you know I want men?"
"You do?!" Her cheeks flush pink. "I, um … I didn't … " If she's a liar, she's a fucking good one. She looks mortified. "Shit, Alexander! You asked and I answered. It's just a stupid fantasy. I didn't think you'd … I wasn't even going to say anything … "
And she wouldn't have.
It took a fucking bodywand on high speed and two thick fingers in her asshole to unravel her enough to confess.
"I haven't done it for a long time," I tell her. "Since before I was married."
"It's really none of my business, you don't have to tell me … "
But I want to. Because if this is real … if she really …
I rub my temples. "I struggle with this. With this … interest."
"You feel bad about wanting sex with other men?"
Her question is so innocuous, so unassuming, and it makes me feel like a fucking douche for my hang-ups.
"I have my fucking father to thank for that," I admit. "And my judgemental fucking bitch of an ex-wife."
"You don't have to talk about it..."
"It's not that I don't want to talk about it." I hate the way my voice snaps. "I'm just not used to talking. I'm not used to … " My arms gesture to nothing. "This. Any of this."
"It's just a silly fantasy." Her voice is so calm. "It's not a big deal. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
But I can't deny the truth to myself.
I love how uncomfortable she makes me feel. I love how on edge this is making me, how fucking desperate I feel inside.
I love the glimmer of hope in the darkness. And I love that I hope this is something.
I feel like a fucking fool for it, but I do.
I relax onto the bed, my head propped on my elbow. "Tell me about your fantasy."
She mirrors my position, her eyes so hungry for mine. "I'm not sure I should … "
"Tell me," I insist, and she shrugs.
"I think about you fucking another guy. I think about watching. I think about your cock in another guy's ass, I think about you … being rough … I think about you, um … choking him … like you choke me." She pauses. "I think about watching you kiss another guy. I think about you with his cum in your mouth. I think about how it would make me feel … "
My mouth is bone fucking dry. "How would it make you feel?"
She gasps, and this is real. The truth of it prickles my fucking skin as she slips her fingers between her thighs. "It makes me come … when I think about it … "
My words are parched. "Show me … "
And she fucking does.
She circles that tender fucking clit with her little fingers until she squirms. "Oh God," she whispers. "Oh fuck, I want to see you fuck someone so hard … "
"You want to see my cock in another guy's dirty fucking asshole?" My cock twitches. I can't hide how fucking hard I am.
She screws her eyes closed. "Yes. Oh God, yes … "
I can't stop myself wrapping my hand around my dick. "You want to see me pound some other guy's filthy fucking hole?"
She groans. "Please, oh fuck … fuck … "
"And what would you be doing?"
Her eyes are so hooded when they meet mine. "Watch … I want to watch … I want to see everything … "
"Just watch?"
Her voice is fragile. Timid. "I don't know … "
"I'm rough," I grunt. "When I fuck like that … it's rough … "
She moans, and her fingers are fucking frantic between her legs. "Fuck, Alexander, I want that … I really want to see that … "
I can't come again so soon, it's fucking insane, but my balls are aching all fucking over again, my cock jerking like a fucking fish in my palm.
She braces herself against me, her fingers tight on my shoulder. "I come every time I think about you with another man … "
And so do I.
It hurts when I shoot my load against her belly. My dick is raw and pulsing, my balls pained as they fucking blow.
I stare dumbly as she drags my cum down between her thighs and rubs my creamy fucking seed around her clit.
Her eyes have a filthiness in them I've never seen. I'm open-mouthed as she takes hold of my hair and urges me down between her legs.
"Please," she whispers. "Oh God, Alexander … please … "
She wants me to lick myself from her fucking pussy.
She wants to see me with my own fucking cum in my mouth.
My heart is fucking frantic. The girl is sending me fucking insane.
I know right now I'm doomed, snared by this beautiful fucking creature in my fucking bed.
So I do it.
I lick my lick every drop of cum from her fucking pussy, and I open wide to show her. My dirty fucking secrets are right there for her to see, my eyes fucking desperate as I let my own fucking cum dribble from my filthy fucking mouth.