“I need the toilet,” I rasped. “Sorry, James, I need to go.”
“You don’t, Lydia, trust me.”
Panic bloomed beneath lust. “I do, James. I really need to pee.”
“You don’t.”
I whimpered as he picked up pace a little more, pressure building. “James...”
He smiled as he pressed a hand hard on my lower belly, right on my bladder. “Piss, Lydia, if you need to, don’t fight it. Let it go.”
“I can’t...”
“You can. It isn’t piss, believe me, but even if it is...” He pressed harder, and pumped his fingers with renewed urgency until something inside me went crazy. My feet thrashed about on the bed, scuffing at the sheets for grip. “Let it go, Lydia, let it out.”
I didn’t recognise the noises coming from me: weird groans and wheezes as my hands gripped at the bed, at him, anywhere I could reach. “James!”
“That’s it, Cat, that’s it...”
The noises, oh my God the noises, slurping wet noises, all from me, but I couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop. I exploded, swearing and gritting my teeth and hissing out air, bucking and jerking and kicking at the bed. My hands flattened against his back, fingers desperate for grip. He kept playing me, all the way through, keeping up a perfect rhythm until I flopped down lifeless, gasping for breath.
“Oh my God,” I said. “What the hell was that?”
He smiled. “That, Lydia, was a vaginal orgasm, which I can only assume you’ve never experienced before. A bit different from strumming your clit, don’t you think? I can only imagine Rebecca was saving some prime cuts for me, since she could have done this to you in her sleep.”
“She didn’t do that, no,” I wheezed, suddenly all too aware of wet sheets clinging to my thighs. “Did I piss? I’m so sorry!”
“That’s not piss, Cat. That’s the beginning of a squirt. Give it enough practice and you’ll be gushing across the room like the porno squirt queens.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly.” He licked his fingers. “And it’s delicious. You are delicious.”
I felt a grin spread across my face, endorphins dancing through me. “Can I taste you now, please?”
“Later.” He moved from position, standing to loosen his belt, I reached out my hands as he lowered his trousers, desperate for a touch of him. He looked just like his picture, thick and meaty, with a glorious dark nest of hair at the base of him. All man. He climbed up to me, stroking his length just out of my reach. “You’re so ripe for cock.” He looked at his strewn clothes, then at the bedroom door. “Pissing hell, I don’t have a rubber with me.”
I smiled, propping myself up on an elbow to look at him. “In my bag, on the chair.”
He handed it over, and I pulled out a pack of three. He raised his eyebrows and I laughed. “They were already in my bag when I set off this morning, I didn’t notice until lunchtime.”
He smiled back. “Rebecca, the dirty cow. I guess she knew what you were up to?”
“It was her idea. She was insistent actually, made it a condition of me seeing Masque again.”
“Clever bitch,” he said. “So, she put you up to this, did she?” he climbed up to me, taking the pack from my hand.
“She knew I wanted to, she just upped the stakes. She upped them quite a lot...”
“I’ll bet she did.” I watched him tear open a packet, stomach fluttering as he rolled one on. “One thing can be said for our Bex,” he said, eyes on fire. He held up the other two packets. “She knows me pretty well. We won’t be sending her any returns.”
I could still feel the thump of my heartbeat between my legs. “I’ll be having major words with her about all this when I get home.”
“I’m sure she’ll be ready for it. Roll over, Lydia, spread wide for me.” I shifted onto my front, nerves alight as he settled himself over me. “Remind me what you said, when we arrived?”
His cock felt huge, resting tightly against my slit. “I, um... I like it rough?”
“I hope you were right.”
I squealed as he forced himself all the way in, lurching forward at the strength of his assault. He was as big as he looked, stretching me wide, but even though he fucked me like a punishment, slamming me with deep guttural groans while I whimpered like a baby, it felt so good I begged him for more. He was happy to oblige.
He obliged all night long, and even then I wanted more, losing my nerves, losing my inhibitions, losing everything until there was only the way he felt inside me.