Page 34 of This Might Hurt

His thumb tightens and gently tugs me up so his cockhead rests on my lower lip. I shiver and tug against him a little, because it’s too fucking big and I need him to push me. “Yeah,” he breathes, with a hint of a laugh. “There it is. You want me to do it?”

He slips in two more fingers to spread my teeth.

My nose starts leaking along with my eyes as the thick head pushes its way in.

How is my mouth already full? Relief floods me when he slips his fingers out, but he shoves his cock deeper to fill the empty space before I can even enjoy it.

I whimper, starting to hyperventilate as my runny nose blocks my ability to breathe through either hole.

“Shh.” He strokes my jaw. “Eyes up here.”

All my muscles tense as I struggle to lift my gaze high enough to see him without changing the angle of his shaft in my mouth.

It’s not possible, and I gag hard when everything slips deeper into my throat.

I know I look flushed and humiliated and slick with snot and spit, but he studies me with a kind of savage awe.

“If you slow down, you’ll be able to breathe,” he says softly, brushing a finger along the bridge of my nose.

When my snotty exhales start to regulate, he nods and traps me in place with his hand on the back of my head again. “There you go. Now you suck.”

I can’t fucking look at him anymore, so I close my eyes and do my best to create suction with my cheeks.

Not a single inch of my mouth belongs to me anymore.

The wet, strangled sounds are fucking obscene, mixed with pathetic whines I can’t control, and he’s leaking so much I can barely swallow it all.

When I crack one eye open, he has his head rolled all the way back, the line of his throat caught in the moonlight.

The hand in my hair tightens, but doesn’t force me deeper.

“Keep going and jerk off,” he demands, his voice ragged.

When one of my sweaty hands fumbles to my cock, I almost come instantly all over the rug and his feet.

I can barely touch it, my thumb under my head, my fingertips skimming my balls.

With only a couple of half-hearted orgasms a month alone in my room, I have absolutely no practice at controlling myself.

I need to make him finish before I fuck up and come too soon.

He lets out a startled sound when I lodge him deeper into my throat and suck harder, but I must have made the wrong choice because he grabs my head and pulls out.

He stands there and gasps for a minute, holding me still, and I realize he was right on the edge.

I lean forward in an instinctive attempt to get him back in my mouth, but he breathes “Fuck” and takes a step away.

His thighs are trembling. “Get on the bed. Hurry.”

I stagger upright on weak legs, every atom of my body grateful to just obey him.

He catches my shoulders and pushes me face-first toward the edge of the bed.

My knees splay against the mattress as his hands shove my t-shirt up under my armpits and rake down along my back.

When I realize what’s happening, I struggle to turn and look at him.

I’m not ready for this, not when I’m so drained and I’ve already given him so much. “Jude, don’t—”

“Hey, I know.” He soothes a hand between my shoulder blades. “I won’t, I promise. Close your legs.”

Only kind of understanding what he wants, I bring my knees together and brace my arms on the bed. His bare chest presses against my back as he leans over and puts three fingers under my mouth. “Spit there.”

Apparently I’m too slow, because he shoves his fingers in before I can finish gathering my saliva and scoops it out himself, leaving long trails of spit hanging between my lips. I moan thickly as he pushes and smears them between my legs, right up under my taint, his breath hot against my spine.

His big hands catch my legs, pressing them tighter together as his slick cock slides between them. It’s so hot and wet, and it fits so well, so close beneath my balls that my cock shifts when he moves. “God,” I sob, my voice barely there. “Please.”

“Hold still for me.” He wraps an arm tight around my chest and starts fucking between my thighs with slow, steady jerks, his hips bumping my ass.

He’s not inside me but my body submits to the demand just the same, gripping it, molding to it, helpless and aroused.

His teeth dig into the back of my neck and I realize he’s not with me anymore.

He’s all the way in his body, lost in the place where I told him it was okay to want me until he destroys me, and he won’t come back until he releases that desperate need.

My orgasm comes out of nowhere, blinding and instant.

It hits like lightning in the dark sky of my soul.

In Montana, after one of the long days where Archie and Colin tormented me endlessly, I’d sit on my balcony and watch for night storms in the humid dark, looking for just one flash to tell me that somewhere out there, something mattered.

Tonight I find it, coming so hard into the sheets that I go dizzy.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I groan into my arm. He never told me I couldn’t come first, but the animal in me knew it should wait for him.

He adjusts his grip, jerking me tighter against him, and speeds up until he’s rutting with an almost painful friction.

A second later, he pushes my head down into the cum-splattered sheets, pulls his cock free, and comes all over my back.

He holds me there as it leaks along my spine, warm droplets slipping out along my ribs and down to the top of my ass crack.

I can hear him breathing hard as he watches.

I don’t know how long we stay there until he lets me go and I collapse limply onto the mattress.

If the damn house caught on fire, I don’t think I could summon the will or strength to walk out the front door.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble again as he forcibly nudges and rolls me until there’s room for him in the bed without lying in cum.

Since it’s a twin mattress, he’s pretty much on top of me. “I couldn’t stop it.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, his lips moving against the back of my ear. He sounds like he would die in the hypothetical fire too. “Say the first part again.”

His cock didn’t even enter my throat, but it feels raw when I swallow. “I said you can have anything you want from me. I don’t repeat myself, so pay attention next time.”

He grins into my neck, but his thin body curls tighter around me. “Okay. Say it again. Once more.”

“No.”

“Come on. I didn’t realize that was the last time. I wasn’t ready.”

“Get in the habit of listening to me the first time I say something, then.”

“Fine.” Two of his fingers work into my mouth, much more gently than before, then he decides it’s not enough and adds a third, tilted at an unkind angle so I can’t close my jaw. It hurts, but I don’t move and his other hand strokes my flank so softly until I fall asleep.