Page 28 of Free Fall
“On yourself?” I sit up like he asked, surprised that I sound like I’m far away. Maybe I am, because as he approaches, I’m somehow simultaneously entirely inside my body—all my nerve endings alive and alert—and outside of myself, watching as I open my mouth for him to slide the ball in. It’s thick on my tongue, and it feels like a lot to accept. My cock throbs and I losea small pulse of pre-cum. As it slides down, I close my eyes, heart pounding, and he clasps the gag behind my head. It tastes and smells like silicone and the straps smell of new leather. I’m not sure what I think of having my jaw held open like this.
“Is it pulling your hair?” he asks, checking that the straps aren’t hurting me. His cock is hard and brushes against my arm and chest as he leans over to make adjustments. “Does it feel all right? If you don’t like it, you can take it off at any time. And if you can’t get it undone, I’ll help you.”
I realize I can’t verbally answer him now with my tongue weighted by the ball and my lips spread so tightly around it, so I reply with a nod. The gag feels weird, but also now that I’m about to get my ass eaten again, it also feels necessary to keep me from screaming in ecstasy. I lean back, pulling my knees up and begging with my eyes. Dan bites his lip, strokes his dick a few times, and with a whispered, “Fuck,” he moves back into place.
He teases me first, playing with my cock and sucking the head of it into his mouth. I twist and moan. It’s good,so good, but I want him back at my hole. Now that I know rimming can feel that way, I don’t want him to stop. Especially when I’m not sure if he’s going to want to ever hook up again. I want all I can get.
His mouth moves down to my balls, sucking at them, and then licking down over my taint to breathe against my hole.
“I like how you squirm,” he murmurs. “And your hole is so fucking pretty. Has anyone told you?”
I groan and flex my feet, dying to feel his tongue again.
“Have you ever looked at your hole?” he asks.
For someone who’d been so awkward in the coffee shop, and not exactly great with words both times we’ve talked before fucking, he sure knows how to talk in bed—getting consent, spinning me up, praising me. If he’s not careful, I’m going tofuck around and fall for him. At the very least, I’m going to get addicted to sex with him. That seems inevitable.
“No?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Mm. It’s hot. It’s a really nice color.” He glances up at my chest. “Basically the same as your nipples, and it’s shaped really tight.”
He presses his lips to it, and I writhe, anxious for more. Saliva pools in my mouth around the ball, and some of it drools out the side of my lips, and some of it I swallow down with effort.
Dan teases my anus with fluttery kisses and then pulls back. “I don’t know why I love assholes so much, but I do. Lots of guys are super into dick, but I’m really into ass—holes specifically. And yours is one of the nicest I’ve seen.”
Okay, so maybe I’ve gotten ahead of myself saying his bedroom talk is smooth. It’s definitely gone a little off-track now, but at the same time I feel strangely proud of my asshole being one of the nicest he’s seen. Like how many holes has Dan seen anyway? Five, a dozen, a hundred? It doesn’t matter, becausemineis one of the nicest.
But there’s no more thinking about it now because he’s back at his work. I groan and shout against the ball gag, and it’s not exactly quiet, but it’s definitely more muffled than if I wasn’t wearing it. My balls draw up, and my cock dribbles constantly. If he starts fingering me while still licking my rim, I’m going to shoot my load everywhere.
Shaking hard now, riding small spasms that grip and release me, I push my tongue against the gag as tears gather behind my squeezed-closed lids before slipping down my cheeks. The sensation of his tongue fucking in and out of me, licking my hole, and working me over is overwhelming. I’m on the verge of either coming or kicking Dan away when he sits back, grabs a condom and lube, and asks, “Can I fuck you?”
I nod, lifting my knees further back, presenting my saliva-wet hole to him, begging with my body.
He gets himself positioned, and I realize just as he’s pushing against my hole that I’m about to be full on both ends—stuffed with the ball gag and stuffed by cock. The thought makes my eyes roll up and my dick spurt needily.
He thrusts in slowly, carefully, darting glances between my face and hole, checking on me as he works his way inside. I grip the back of my knees, nails digging into my skin, and my legs twitch as the curve of his cock rubs my prostate perfectly. When he lets out a low, deep growl, I tremble all over.
My nipples ache, and my hole burns with the stretch. I throw my head back once he’s fully seated inside, his hips flush against my butt. He grinds his pubic hair over my sensitive rim while he digs in hard. I want to curse, but I can’t with my mouth full, and my tongue shoves against the ball gag again as I leak more tears and start shaking in earnest. My legs quiver, my body jitters, and Dan stares down at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen in his life. He glows with lust and a soft fondness that’s addictive.
I suddenly realize I’m not sure how I’m supposed to move on from sex with Dan. Like…this is just a hookup. But no lover, no other hookup, and no boyfriend has ever brought me to this sort of intense madness. Just like last time, I realize Dan can doanythingto me right now and I won’t stop him. I’m under his spell and his command, and I need it like air.
Speaking of air, I’m pulling it through my nose hard as I prepare to be fucked into the stratosphere. Dan seems to be gathering his energy for it, grinding against me, breathing slowly in and out like he’s preparing for something difficult.
Catching my eye, Dan’s expression grows even softer. He leans forward, carefully pushing some hair away from my face, unsticking it from where my tears and saliva have it plastered to my skin. His calloused fingers scrape over my chin, over my lipsstretched around the ball gag, and then up to my cheekbones, and over to my ears, just touching my face gently while roughly grinding against my hole down below. The juxtaposition is exquisite and maddening. I want to beg him to fuck me hard with long, deep strokes, but I can’t say anything at all. Just whimper, grunt, moan, and leak tears.
Which has never happened with any other guys either. He’s making me a wet mess all over—dripping cock, leaking eyes, lubed-up hole. But before I can get self-conscious about that, he pulls his hands from my face, grips my hips, and forces me even harder onto his cock. “I’m going to fuck you really goddamn hard now. Shake your head if you don’t want that. Nod if you do.”
I only nod once before he’s fucking into me like a wild, bucking horse.
I scream against the ball gag and toss my head on the mattress. His strong arms lock next to me, holding him up off my body so each thrust gets maximum force as he strokes in and out, and my cock gets no stimulation from his taut belly. His cock rams across my prostate with each thrust and I convulse hard, losing my grip on my legs so that my feet jerk against his hunching back.
Pushing up to his knees, Dan effortlessly tosses my calves over his shoulders and bends me in half before somehow, some way, ramping up his slamming thrusts. Faster. Harder. I scrabble against the bed, grabbing hold of the sheets and gripping them for all I’m worth. I’m sure I’m going to come any second, but I don’t.
As the blissful tension builds and builds, Dan shoves my hands up by my head, holding them there as he begins to perspire. The heat and warmth grows between us, the scent of sex and sweat. I groan and writhe, desperate now, working hard to reach orgasm from his thrusts against my prostate alone,shaking all over as chill bumps race over my skin, but I don’t come.
Dan, for his part, drinks me in with a greedy, smirking expression, like he’s nowhere close to climax and can keep me like this forever if he wants to, andfuckI want him to. I’m pretty sure every stupid choice in my life that has led me to this moment of sheer, utter, insane physical bliss has been worth it because I hadn’t ever known this level of pleasure exists.