Page 85 of Free Fall
“Now?” I’m just getting into the swing of fucking him, and I’d planned to tease him for a few more minutes before making him shoot.
“Yeah. I want to come inside you.”
My head spins. “Oh.” I don’t know what to say to that. I hadn’t even thought yet about what it would be like to come inside Dan. I’d just been too busy enjoying actually being in him bare. “Yeah?”
“Please. I want you to let me. I want to come inside you so bad. Please let me.”
It’s not like Dan to beg. That’s typically my job in the bed, so I pull out of him slowly, savoring the last of his heat before the cool air of the van hits my throbbing dick. My balls tighten, and I fall onto my back on the mattress, lifting my legs to expose my hole.
I know what’s coming. Dan can never resist getting his mouth on me. And sure enough, he dives down to suck and lick my hole for what seems like forever and only a few minutes all at once.
I toss my head around on the pillows, my cock pulsing with heat and need and my asshole gripping around his tongue. If it weren’t raining so hard, I have no doubt he’d get the ball gag out to muffle my cries, but the roar of the downpour is enough to cover all my noises.
And then he launches up, his cock already slick with lube—which he must have managed while still eating my hole—and I bear down to take him in. It doesn’t feel that different from my end, but the sound he makes as he slides inside makes my tummy flip, my nipples ache, and my balls draw up tight and hard.
“Oh,” he whimpers. “I see.”
I laugh, and he goes very still over me, his hands clenching and unclenching a little too hard on the back of my thighs, holding me down and open, and I know I’ll have some nice finger-shaped bruises there when this is over. A sweet reminder.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to recall this moment or the sound he made as he entered me without getting instantly hard, though. There’s such a raw, rare expression on his face—total awe and, maybe I’m crazy, an affection so deep that I’d almost label it love, except it can’t be. It’s too soon.
But his cock is perfect for my body. Every little twitch of his hips seems to push against my prostate, and I’m gasping with pleasure before he even starts to fully stroke.
“Sejin,” he whispers.
“Yeah?” My voice cracks, and I swallow trying to get a grip on myself.
“I’m sorry for teasing you before.” He ducks his head and quakes all over. “I’m about to come.”
“Then come,” I say. “Fill me up. Like you wanted.”
He puts his hand over my mouth and squeezes his eyes tight. “Shh. Shut up, Doc. I want to enjoy this for more than…” He grits his teeth and then breathes in and out of his nose slowly. “Just lie back and take it for a minute, baby, alright?”
Baby.
I like Doc. It’s fun, it’s sweet. But, holy shit, Ilovebaby. My cock flexes and I reach for it, but he releases my mouth to knock my hand away.
“No,” he says. “I’ll control it.”
I squirm then, unable to stop my body’s needy reaction to those words, and he groans, “Ohhh, fuck you, baby,” but it sounds like a tender declaration more than anything else.
His hips snap, and I reach to hold onto his straining shoulders as he fucks into me. His mouth is open, his eyes are on mine, and little sounds unlike any I’ve ever heard hitch out of him. He clenches my thighs, and he digs in deep with his dick before grunting in that quiet way that signals he’s going to come.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Come inside me.”
Dan groans and gives over to a rolling thunderclap of orgasm. Sweat breaks over him as he shakes and convulses, his eyes roll up, and his breath comes in stuttering, quiet gasps. I feel his cock thud, shooting his load as he pushes deeper, straining with aftershocks.
I breathe hard, my cock aching and asshole clenching around his throbbing dick. I think I can feel the heat of his cum inside me, and maybe I can. All I know is that this feels different, special, and I know I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my life. I commit everything about it to my memory—the strain of the tendons in his neck, his scrunched-up face, and the way he jerks like he’s going to empty his entire being into me.
“Don’t come,” he grits out, his eyes still squeezed closed. “Not yet.”
I feel like I’m going to shoot anyway, because knowing his cum is inside me is hot as hell, and I’m on the verge, but I hold back with difficulty.
Slowly he releases my thighs, and I feel the bruises blooming on them already. Even more slowly he eases out of me. The sense of emptiness is profound, until he slides three fingers inside and hooks them against my prostate. I whimper, and he meets my gaze. “Good, baby?”
I twitch all over, wordless but encouraging him with moans. He rubs against my prostate hard with the pads of his fingers, and then he leans down to kiss me. As he fingers me, making my muscles jerk and twitch and my cock leak and flex, he nuzzles my cheek and rubs his face against my messy hair.
“Doc,” he murmurs. “I think I’m gonna have to keep you.”