Page 64 of A Real Goode Time

He’d get scared off.

I let my hands do the convincing.

For someone who’d said he’d pop off like a fourteen-year-old, he sure had lasting power.

A growl, frustrated and wild. “Torie…”

“Rhys, just let me…”

He flopped to his back and I followed him, rolling into him, on my side now. My breasts on his chest and my mouth on his, he was too far gone to kiss, and that was okay. I stroked him, felt him pump his hips. Heard the groan.

“Tor—wait, god, oh god…your hands are magical.” He was flexing into my hand now, fast.

“Just let me have it, Rhys,” I whispered.

“Oh fuck, I can’t stop it, now.” His eyes met mine, and I saw the questions, and I knew he knew something was up. “Fuck, Torie. I gotta…shit, shit you feel so good. Love your hands, love how this feels. Shit, shit, shit, don’t stop, please…ohhhhhh…”

I didn’t hurry, I went slow. In fact, as he begged me to not stop, I went slower, twisting my fist around him, caressing lazily, my touch firm yet gentle. And then he was arching up off the bed and growling, roaring, hips pumping into my fist.

His eyes on mine, hazed with orgasm, he did not look away.

“Oh fuck, there—now.” He snarled it, eyes locked on mine. “Gonna come now, Torie. Oh fuck, there it is. Ohhh—fuck…”

I loved how he talked through the beginning of his orgasm; the helpless guttural tone of his voice, the power, and the desperation, even as he gave in to what I wanted.

And that was for him to come.

I rolled my fist over the top of him, twisted around the plump head one last time. He made a single soft sound, a breath. And then he came.

A spouting fountain of cum burst through my fingers. I let it coat my fingers, gripped him and smeared it all over him and used it as lubrication to pump him faster and harder, and now he was wordlessly crying out, flexed taut, every muscle straining as I drew more and more out of him. My fist was a blur on his cock, I felt the vein on the underside pulsate as he spurted again and again, all over his belly, shooting up to his diaphragm—I cupped his balls and slid them through my palm on my way to stroking him again, and again, through another jet of thick white cum, until he was dripping it on my hand, on his belly, groaning with intense pleasure.

“Torie,” he groaned. “Holy…holy shit.” His eyes met mine, his delirious, and wild. “You need another one.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, and neither did I. He pulled me upward, and I went to where he could reach me, keeping my messy hand out of the way. His fingers found me, and I brought my breasts to his mouth, and he teased me, but only for a moment.

He found the nub of my clit and touched me, teasing me until I moaned, and then when I gasped at a certain touch, a specific pressure, he stayed there, repeating it, while his mouth was on my nipples. He knew the sensitive one already, focused there, playing with the other one with his hand.

Before Rhys, my orgasms had been like riding a steamship across the ocean, and now I was on a rocket ship to the stars. Maybe it was what we’d just shared, touching him, feeling his sticky warm wet cum on my hands and him still shaking from the orgasm…but this was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

He got me there faster than I’d thought possible. Swift circles, the perfect pressure, flicking my sensitive left nipple with his tongue, tweaking my right with pinches until it almost hurt…

“Rhys, oh god, Rhys…” I breathed.

“Like this?” he growled.

“Yeah, oh yeah, just like this.”

“Nope.”

“Wh—what?”

He lifted me, picked me up seemingly without effort and suddenly I was straddling him, sitting on his face and holding on to the headboard for dear life becauseholy shithe was devouring me, and with such passionate ravenous insatiable hunger that it eclipsed the way he’d kissed my mouth, or the worship he’d paid my breasts…

This was something beyond.

What Rhys Frost did to my pussy over the next sixty seconds was out of this fucking world.

I screamed. A literal, legitimate scream. And he devoured me through the scream, holding me up with one hand and he had two more fingers inside me plunging in and out as he slathered his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t stop coming, the whole universe was this orgasm, this mind-altering detonation, and I wanted to live here forever with his mouth and fingers doing exactly this to me, taking me to this new and unexplored nadir of orgasmic perfection.