Page 80 of Possessed By Shadows
I gaped at the idea; my cock so hard I thought I’d explode any minute without being touched. “Sounds amazing,” I managed to mumble, brain half short-circuited. He pulled away, moving back to my ass, both hands playing with my cheeks, spreading them, teasing my rim with his thumbs.
“I don’t think my dick has ever been this sensitive,” Micah said. “I hope I don’t come the second I’m inside. I want to feel what it’s like when I rock…”
The images his words conjured in my mind left me floundering, body on fire, cock throbbing, and I barely noticed him pressing against my rim until the stretch awoke a mild discomfort in my ass. I worked to relax around him, let him in, pushing out as he slid inside. The heft of him feeling thicker, almost too much in that moment as he worked his way in. The breach stretching me impossibly wide, until finally he was nestled into me, my legs spread, the heat of him pressing down, his balls nestled against the back of mine.
He rubbed my back for a minute, stroking the low edge of my spine, laying half across me, letting his weight settle into me as he delivered kisses to my shoulder and neck. I didn’t know what he was waiting for until something in me released, a last bit of resistance or something, and then he was in all the way. Like we were one being instead of two. His heat a throbbing pulse of delicious pleasure. He nipped my shoulder with his teeth, not enough to break skin, but enough to help me focus on him.
“Oh, hi,” I said dumbly, body swimming in sensation.
“Hi,” he said. “Ready?”
“Maybe?” I had no idea. Only that I stood on the edge of greatness ready to fall in as long as it was with Micah.
He laughed. I loved that sound. Would have basked in it for a few minutes if he hadn’t swung his hips back, sliding out, leaving just the tip inside, and then back in. A few tentative thrusts, and then it was all about the friction. I hung on for all I had, the world rolling into an endless wave of teasing pleasure.
The sounds coming from me, and him, better than any video or fantasy. I reached back, trying to find his ass and the thing inside him, sort of feeling the ring move against me each time the base of him did that little roll-shove inside. And there it was, a warm bit of silicon, moving with us, breaching him, covered in tiny little nubs. The idea that I was fucking him, while he fucked me, added to the intensity of each of his thrusts, some teasing my prostate, others not quite touching as he rolled his hips. I pressed back into him, reveling in every caress. He reached down to stroke my cock, as if it needed the attention. The damn thing was about to explode. Sensation overload. Body tense and soaring in a thousand directions. He teased the tip with his fingers, rhythm never letting up, but that was enough. I came.
It was far beyond anything they talked about in books. The rainbows and sparkles and whatever. It was a complete swirl of nothing but pleasure. Almost a release from self even while every bit of me screamed its head off. Muscles spasming and clenching, my ass gripping Micah tight enough that he gasped, pausing in his thrusts as I felt him come too, hips moving in tiny snaps as he spilled inside of me. I released a hefty spill onto the pillowcase, body still moving as if it couldn’t take more sensation, yet ached for it.
Micah collapsed over my back, pinning me down, still inside. I lay there, hips still half in the air due to the pillows, and Micah sprawled over me. We’d have looked like a porn scene to anyone who might have stumbled across us. And I certainly felt like I’d been well used. Charged, Micah had said. I did feel charged. Not tired. Rested, sated. Full, and wonderfully warm.
“Toy good?” I managed to say as my brain started to come back online. My body still twitching and wriggling with tiny orgasms like the aftereffects of an earthquake. I could do with more of this.
“So good,” Micah agreed. “You’ll have to try it next time you fuck me.”
That comment added more images to my head that had me clenching around him again. He cursed, sliding out. “Too sensitive.”
“Sorry,” I grumbled, body still trying to hold him inside, reaching for him like I needed to be filled again. “Holy fuck.”
“We don’t have that,” Micah said into my shoulder.
“I dunno. That thing you’re wearing might be the holy of all holy fucks.”
“You have no idea,” he said.
“I don’t, but I’d like to see.”
“Hmm.” He grumbled, not getting up yet.
“Turn around,” I said. “I want to play with your ass toy.”
“You won’t come again.”
“I just had the orgasm of all orgasms, let me play with your ass toy.”
“That’s silly reasoning.” He got up, his heat leaving me, but that was okay since we were both covered in sweat. I rolled onto my side, my ass feeling well used, and a bit like it was gaping. I flexed it a little, the muscles telling me they’d been stretched and would welcome more.
“Why don’t we fuck more?” I wondered as he turned to a half child’s pose, kneeling and presenting me with his ass.
“Um, we do?”
“Like five times a day? I mean my asshole would probably never work normally again, but hey…”
Micah snorted. “I’m game if you are.”
I grinned at his adorable little bubble butt and the black ridge that disappeared inside of him. I reached out to run my fingers along it. He shivered. He wasn’t hard again, but it wouldn’t take long.
“Ah, the benefits of youth,” I teased him.