Page 8 of Bite Me
His tongue was relentless, licking fat wet circles around my hole before he pushed his thumbs in to open me even wider. I gripped fistfuls of the sheets, practically wrestling them into submission, every slide of his tongue firing off another brain-melting jolt of pleasure to my cock. I saw so many stars I might as well have been a planetarium, and when I tried to say what I thought was next in our half-formed script, all that came out was an embarrassingly breathy, “Holy shit.”
My thighs shook. Hell, my whole body was shaking. My cock soaked the front of my sweats, and I no longer cared that they were my favorites. Or had been.
Sam rumbled a sound of approval and pushed deeper.
I knew during our brainstorming session that this scene would be killer, but at this rate I was pretty sure it’d go down as a top three hottest scene we’d ever filmed.
The wet assault on my hole vanished. My eyes had been squeezed shut while I tried to keep from exploding, but I unsealed one to glimpse Sam behind me as he shifted and pushed me flat on the mattress again. A second later, his cock dragged along my seam, enormous and putting out heat like a fucking furnace, smearing spit and precum from my tailbone to my hole. Sam ground against me, letting me feel just how massive he was, how just his shaft crowded between my cheeks before pressing into the crease of my thighs.
“Fuck, this ass feels so good.” He let out a lust-soaked groan that sounded real, not like something he was trumping up for the camera. “You’re gonna open up so good for me, isn’t that right? That hole is gonna swallow my cock the same way your greedy little mouth did, isn’t it?”
I was struck speechless. My mouth fell open, but nothing more than a whine leaked out. That definitely hadn’t been in the script. But also, Sam had never talked to me so obscenely before. I honestly wasn’t sure he was capable of it. Holy shit, was I wrong. And he was so damn good at it, too. A natural, his voice all hoarse and raspy from rimming my ass, thick with need.
I nodded emphatically instead. Yes, I would. I would do all the things. Anything.
Sam gripped my ass with both hands, thumbs firm and digging into my skin, and pushed his cock between my thighs again. “Gonna fuck you so deep, you’ll still feel it next week. Maybe longer.”
I shuddered at the promise, barely believing the answer to all my filthy prayers, my very own Lady Luck, had been living under the same roof for so many months and I hadn’t realized it. People who said you should never meet your heroes hadobviously never had Sam’s cock riding their crease all hot and slippery.
“Better tell me where your lube is, or I’m going in raw.”
He knew where my lube was; the same place it had always been, but I pointed a shaky finger at the nightstand nearest to my head anyway. “Gentle, right? Like you promised.”
There came another dark chuckle that nearly turned me inside out. “I didn’t make any kind of promise, baby.”
A thrill coursed through me at the unexpected endearment, and even though it was probably for show, it was enough to keep me from protesting further.
Sam rolled off of me to reach for the drawer, opening it and pausing immediately. I rolled my lips inward to keep from smiling. He’d found the surprise I’d left in there for him, a dildo I’d purchased recently that looked suspiciously like his cock. XXL, veiny, and aggressive. Despite putting it there on purpose, my cheeks still heated against the fuzzy mask as I thought about the workouts I’d been giving the thing recently.
“What’s this?” Sam hauled the dildo out and held it next to his real deal. I could just barely see him do a side-by-side comparison.
“It’s, uh, for research purposes.” It was all I could come up with.
“You like big dicks, huh?” he mused thoughtfully, weighing the dildo in his palm.
“Yes.” The word rocketed from my mouth way too fucking fast. I winced and backpedaled. “I mean, I think I do, but I’m not sure. Since I’m a virgin and all.” I made sure the ‘virgin’ bit was crisply enunciated for the audience. We tried to pack as many hot tropes into a scene as we could to broaden market appeal. Ass virgin was a staple, to put it mildly.
“Maybe we should see how you take this one.” He didn’t wait for a response, which would’ve only been emphatic agreementfrom me anyway. The cap on the lube cracked, then came a wet squelch as Sam coated the dildo before teasing the cool tip over my hole. He tapped the fat head there just once, like he was testing the give, and then pressed in slow.
Heat bloomed up my spine at the invasion, loosing a plaintive whimper from my chest.
“Oh yeah, that’s a tight little ass, isn’t it.”
“Fuck, Sa—fuck!”I bit down on my lower lip, thighs going into full tremor mode as Sam nudged the dildo deeper and twisted it.
He was ruthless, turning the toy inside me a fraction, then pushing deeper, stretching me just to see me flail. Noises escaped me that no respectable person should ever unleash into the world. Every inch of me was buzzing, my cock making a mess as it rubbed against my sweats. I didn’t care. I was gonna take that XXL dick like it was my job, which it kinda was, and anything else Sam brought my way.
He leaned in, crowding over me, and slipped another inch inside, then another until I was full and half-feral. Leaving the toy seated deep, he glided his cock up my crease again and ground it against me hungrily.
He kept on like that, rutting his dick along my crack insatiably, like he wanted to mark the territory before he’d even gotten inside. The dildo stayed rooted in my ass, stretching me wide, and every time Sam dragged his shaft down the ridge of my cheeks, I felt the head catch on the rubber and nudge it. My body jerked with every grind, and when his cockhead bumped right against the base again, I swear I almost lost it.
“F-fuck, I can’t… I need…hnggg.” Word soup was apparently today’s special. I couldn’t get my mouth to form anything coherent amid the kaleidoscope of sensations happening in my rear. I had no idea what I needed. I barely knew who I was.
Sam exhaled another soft chuckle, this time sounding more like himself. He seemed to get off on every sound, from my ineffective syllables to the moans and grunts that leaked from me as liberally as a water hose run over by a tractor.
“Fuck,” he muttered after another few thrusts, and stopped, resting back on his haunches. My brain screamed at the loss, while I was pretty sure my mouth just drooled. “Gonna wreck this ass now. I can’t wait any longer.” He eased the dildo from my ass carefully. In the absence of it filling me and his weight pressing on top of me, I felt lightheaded and drunk. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“I—” I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to protest or not. “Please,” I whispered, not sure if it was a plea or protest or some amalgam of both. We had a safe word, which I also seemed to have forgotten, but I didn’t need it anyway. I wanted nothing more than for him to wreck me and leave me in tatters.