Page 33 of Soft Rebound (Mad City Moments #2)

He licks and sucks my pussy and pop! He is up my backside to his first knuckle.

It doesn’t hurt or feel bad at all. It’s weird more than anything, the kind of weird that’s a bit disorienting and not necessarily sexy as it reminds me of going to the bathroom.

But he slowly twists and pushes his finger and I relax around it until the pressure does seem to register near the front of my pussy in a more recognizably erotic way.

I close my eyes and give into it. He keeps the pressure from the inside with one long finger and keeps licking and sucking, my hips rocking slightly back and forth, the friction of his beard on my thighs just adding to the sensation, and the whole thing is so hot in an unfiltered, primitive way, I just let myself block out everything but how I’m feeling, let my body amplify every sensation, and before I know it I am at the edge again, it takes me completely by surprise, and I lean forward into Joe’s face, onto my hands that press against the wall, and he pushes against my insides and sucks hard on my clit and I feel my womb clench so tight it’s the size of grape, and then it bursts, explodes, the full-body release of pressure, of pleasure, it tears through me, obliterates all in its path.

It leaves me breathless. So breathless.

And racing, all over. My mind. My heart.

It takes a long time to come down. Or maybe not. I cannot tell.

Eventually, I lift myself off Joe’s face, and I swear I’ve never seen a person look this pleased in my life.

His beard is completely drenched and that fantastic smile that knocked me off my feet when I first met him is shining full force, blinding bright and filled with pride and affection, and I feel a very different type of full-body clench at the sight, one that originates deep in my chest.

Joe grabs me by the waist and throws me on my stomach in the middle of the bed. “Don’t move,” he says.

He gets up swiftly, as I prop myself just a little off the bed, panting, trying to catch my breath while also tracking what he does.

He picks up his belt off the floor and puts it on the nightstand.

“We’re gonna do that now?” I ask.

“No time like the present,” he says. “Also, I kept dreaming about it all night.” Then he turns to me, concerned. “Unless you don’t want to. If you don’t want to, just say the word.”

“You know, why the hell not?” I say. “Seems like you have a plan, and it’s been working out really well for me so far.”

“Oh, I’m gonna make it so good for you,” he mutters. That disarming grin is back again. “Just stay there.” He runs to the bathroom. I hear the faucet and smile at the thought of him washing his hands.

He’s back quickly. He repositions me so my head is where it would normally be while we’re sleeping, close to the wall.

He grabs a second pillow, the one where he slept, and stuffs it beneath my hips, raising my ass into the air.

Then he grabs my wrists and ties them with his belt behind my back.

The hold is not tight and I could probably wiggle out of it without too much difficulty, but I relax and let him do this.

“You look so damn hot, you have no idea,” he says thickly, one hand stroking my sides and my back.

It’s a very vulnerable position. “I wish I could see your face,” I say. He leans over me and kisses my cheek, my jaw, the corner of my mouth, my temple, all on the side of my face that he can reach.

“I’m right here,” he says. “Right here.”

He gets up again and I hear him rummage through my nightstand drawer.

I hear some ripping and tearing and grunting. I take it he’s managed to open the butt-plug container.

Then I hear a squirt and something coated in cold lube nudging at my ass.

“Joe, what—”

“It’s the plug. It’s not very big, so it won’t be uncomfortable,” he says. “Just breathe and push against the pressure.”

I do, and yes, a couple of gentle nudges later, I guess the well lubed toy is in.

Then I hear another squirt and feel his fingers spreading it all over my pussy. “Don’t worry, I washed my hands well from earlier.”

I chuckle, then my breaths deepen as his fingers rub and stroke me from behind. Not being able to see anything is disorienting, my arms are also very uncomfortable, and the pressure in my ass is so weird, but being restrained also heightens my senses and makes everything a bit unreal.

Joe removes his hands from by pussy and soon I feel the familiar nudge at the opening of my pussy...

Jesus Christ.

“Fuck, this is so tight,” Joe says though clenched teeth, sounds like he’s in pain. “You feeling okay?”

All I can do is whimper and nod weakly against the pillow.

He gives a slow, shallow thrust, grabbing my butt cheeks, but seeming careful about it.

I moan. It feels so good and so weird and kinda dirty, and unsettling that this turns me on so much.

“Is this good, Liz? You’re not in any pain? Uncomfortable?”

I wail, longer and louder. For some reason, the brain is not functioning well enough to form words.

“Liz, baby, you have to tell me if this is good for you,” he says, worry in his voice. He’s not moving.

I nod again. “Yes,” I finally say, weakly. “Yes. Give it to me, please. Like I asked.”

He grunts and starts to move slowly. He gets deeper and deeper, until he bottoms out, and then he picks up the pace.

It’s so much more intense like this than with just his dick in me, and the weirdness of it, the fullness of it, my inability to move, the tension in the back of my folded legs and my ass, everything’s heightened, my entire consciousness focused on where I’m being fucked.

As if from a great distance I hear Joe grunting, his moans punctuated by the occasional fuck or God or baby , and my body feels less taut like a string and more like it’s been focused into my pelvis where Joe’s hips piston easily in and out of me, and I feel him so well everywhere, in all the delicious spots leading to my womb, and while I’ve never been one to easily come from just having the cock inside me, it seems like it will definitely not be an issue right now. ..

Joe leans forward so one of his hands is on the wall, the other one pressing between my shoulders into the mattress, and between the plug, and his dick and his balls rubbing against the front of my clit, and the tightness, so much tightness in my butt cheeks, so many different sensations and the complete lack of control, I feel the familiar tightening inside my pussy, the rise of an impending orgasm.

“Liz, baby, you think you can come like this?” I hear Joe’s pained whisper in my ear. He’s looming over me, propped against the wall, fucking me with everything he’s got.

My words of assent are muffled, desperate.

Joe spits out a string of curses as he fucks me harder, harder, his grunts primitive, two sweaty forms rubbing, grinding. I hear him plea, “Baby, you close?” like he could lose his mind, like he could die if I can’t come.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, and I’m so close so close so close —

“Clench your pussy and ass, baby,” he says. “Clench it hard.”

I do. I do, and he rams into me once twice three times, and it works, fuck , it so fucking works, I yell like an animal as the orgasm arrives from where I never expect it, somewhere in the back of my womb, somewhere between the clit and the ass, it arrives and detonates through my pelvis.

I feel Joe jerk against me, now without rhythm, and then he bellows, “Fuck!” and falls on top of me.

We’re both panting like we’d been running, and the moment is so dreamlike and so intimate, I don’t want it to end.

Joe’s giving me much of his weight, but not so much that I can’t breathe.

Neither one of us says anything for a long time.

Finally, he speaks into my neck. “You okay? Am I squishing you?”

“Mm-mm,” I say in dissent.

“I’m not squishing you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Maybe your not being able to talk means I’m actually squishing you.” He starts to lift himself off me.

“Don’t you dare get up now,” I manage to say.

He chuckles and gets back down, pressing on me. He moves my sweaty, sticky hair from my face, so incredibly gently, the stark contrast between the wild monkey fucking and the tenderness so very new to me and kind of alarming.

He kisses every inch of my face, little butterfly kisses, over and over and over, and when he gets to my mouth he licks and nibbles at however much of my open lips he can reach. The morning breath is long forgotten, and I can taste a bit of myself in his mouth.

His hairy chest is covered in sweat, and I love its feel against my back.

The whole moment is otherworldly. I feel completely surrounded in a way that doesn’t feel oppressive but warm and comforting and just so unbelievably vulnerable, I feel tears pooling in my eyes.

“Baby, are you crying?” he asks, kissing the corner of my eye. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head.

“Overwhelmed?”

I nod.

“You ready for me to get off?”

I shake my head again and sniff.

We stay like that until he completely softens and falls out and our breaths return to normal.

“I can take your plug out if you want,” Joe says as he moves off me, very slowly.

I nod. He’s gentle with this, too. Then he unties my hands.

Then he lies next to me and pulls me into his chest and I can’t stop shaking and sobbing. There are no tears, just emotional release.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” he says. “I hope I didn’t mess anything up.”

“You didn’t,” I say. “It was amazing. Just ... a lot. Not an everyday thing, for sure.”

He nods. “Yeah. Definitely not an everyday type of fuck. More of an occasional treat.”

“I’m totally wiped,” I say. “I need a bit of a break. Peeing. Shower. Coffee. Food.”

He’s tender as he strokes my face. “Those all sound amazing.”

I finally get up and rub my wrists. I feel sore all over. The used butt plug with a green plastic gem rests on the nightstand, next to the lube. I feel a pang of embarrassment.