Page 86 of Phobia

Cum splattered my cheek, my neck, my lips as Henry humped forward, unable to hold himself back for any longer.

“Nnnng.” He whimpered almost pitifully as he shoved my face hard against his cock and fucked his dick against my cheek to ride out the after shocks.

God, that was hot.

So fucking sexy.

My scalp tingled as he pulled my hair tight the entire time he rode my face. Hot, sticky, streaks of come hit my skin, marking me. Claiming me.

My head was spinning when he finally finished. He kept my face there, forced into his sweat sticky skin, with cum slicking my cheek and hair, as his chest heaved and he came down from his high. Only then did he realize he was still holding me hostage.

“Apologies—” Henry released my hair, his face bright red, and I had to force back a laugh.

We’d gone from “shit fuck, fuuuuck” to “apologies” in a manner of minutes. Horny Henry did not have the same flowery vocabulary.

I forced my laughter down and shook my head, too turned on to even care. My dick was throbbing, my head full of cotton as I crawled up his body till I could kiss him again.

“You’re a mess,” Henry declared as he kissed me back, uncaring of his own taste on my tongue. I rolled my eyes at him. Though I realized, belatedly, he wasn’t complaining. It was almost like he was preening. His coffee-colored eyes flooded with heat as he took in the mess he’d made of my face. “I didn’t last long enough,” he decided suddenly, glasses askew. I wasn’t sure when he’d knocked them crooked.

“It was your first time,” I shrugged.

“I only need a moment, and I’ll be ready to go again,” Henry promised, all business. The heat in his eyes however, was anything but professional.

God, I wanted to fuck him. Or for him to fuck me. Or both. Definitely both. I hadn’t realized I was humping his hip till his hand snaked down to grab my ass, and he encouraged me forward. He pressed his face against my neck, his lips trailing upward till he could suck on my ear again as I rutted against him. “I can see why someone would pay you for that,” he murmured.

The words should’ve doused me in ice, but instead, the heat inside my body only simmered brighter.

Henry’s words were a compliment.

Though ignorant, it was still nice all the same.

“Thank you—” I squeaked when the grip he had on my ass grew tighter and his fingers slipped between my cheeks. It might’ve been an accident. Maybe he hadn’t realized that he—oh. Oh fuck. Definitely not an accident. He rubbed hard against my still-clothed hole, pressing against it insistently with those thick, thick fingers.

“You’ll give me this, won’t you?” His tongue was hot when he flicked it inside my ear, and my eyes rolled back as the dual sensation made me spin. No one had ever touched me there.

“Nnnn?” Now it was my turn to become incoherent.

“This.” Henry pressed hard against my entrance, fabric and the tip of his finger threatening to push inside. “Youwillgive it to me.”

Not, will you give it to me.

No.

Youwillgive it to me.

When had his demands become endearing rather than infuriating?

“It wants me,” Henry said, voice almost awed as my entrance fluttered needily against his fingertips. He scrambled with the back of my pants, fumbling with the hem till he slid his hand beneath it and his feverish flesh met my own. With nothing between us, there was no stopping him from finding my hole again. His fingers were rough from the month he’d spent at the boatyard with me, but soft too—thick. A man’s hands. So much broader than my own. His middle finger tapped against my hole as his words fluttered around inside my head. “Youwant me.”

He sounded so in awe of this realization, I couldn’t help but gasp.

“I…” I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. To deny him maybe? But there was no denying the way my ass craved his touch. The way I wanted to be fucked desperately. Even though I’d never had a cock inside me before.

I’d never donethisbefore.

Blow jobs were one thing…but this?

No.