little shocks of pain lanced all along my scalp, followed by blissful pleasure as he shoved me down onto his cock. He was good and wet with my spit, so slick the sound of him thrusting in and out of my mouth was fucking obscene. And I loved every second of it.
But I didn't want him to come in my mouth. I needed more from him.
I tapped his thigh not because it was too much, but because I needed to draw back to tell him what I wanted. He released me immediately, his face and neck flushed, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"I want you to fuck me."
It wasn't the most inspired request I'd ever made, and those words didn't leave my mouth often. But right now I wanted nothing more than to be used by this man. Fucked so hard I couldn't think straight. Fucked until I could feel the warmth of his cum filling the condom.
"I... I've never done that before."
Something in me softened a little at his uncertainty. Standing to my full height, I placed a hand at the back of his neck and drew him into a kiss. Thorough, but less frantic than before.
"If you aren't comfortable with it, we can figure something else out. But I really, really want to feel you inside of me."
He let out a shuddering breath, his eyes so dark they almost couldn't be called green anymore.
"I want to," he said, voice shaking, "you'll just have to be patient with me."
I jerked my head toward the hall. "Better to do this on a bed."
As I led him toward his own bedroom, I shucked off the rest of my clothes and Elliot did the same. My dick was painfully hard and dripping, so much so that I had to give myself a hard squeeze. Otherwise I was going to shoot as soon as he pushed inside of me. I could already feel my body reacting to it, my cheeks clenching, my hole begging to be filled.
Grabbing the lube from his nightstand, I was generous in spreading it. Elliot reached for the condoms and a shiver raced through me as I heard him tear the package open. I handed him the lube and got onto the bed on my stomach, sticking a pillow underneath to raise my ass up comfortably. The sound of him slicking lube all over his dick made my thighs tremble in anticipation, and I bit my lip to stop the moan that tried to escape.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said as I felt his weight on the bed behind me, his hand soon resting on my back.
I wanted to tell him he wouldn't. I was beyond pain right now; in that place where I craved pleasure in the roughest way possible.
Instead, I said, "Just go slow at first."
That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him to just slam into me right now, until his cock was buried deep in my ass and his balls slapped against my skin. That would hurt, and I knew that desire had everything to do with my state of mind. I'd regret it tomorrow when I was trying to do my job around the ache caused by every movement.
Elliot positioned himself behind me and I held my breath as I felt the tip of the condom brush against my cheeks. He moved closer and this time it wasn't latex but the solid warmth of him that I felt sliding between my cheeks. He rubbed himself along my crack, smearing lube between us. I wiggled my ass and pushed back against him, feeling needier than I'd ever been.
When I finally felt the head of his dick breach my hole I cried out. Elliot mistook it for pain and stopped, but I pressed my ass toward him, taking him deeper all on my own.
Even still, he was slow at first just like I'd told him to be. He sank into me by half-inches, every centimeter feeling an eternity away.
"More," I pleaded, arching my back, positioning myself in a way that was unmistakable. "I'm good. There's enough lube. Just fuck me. Please."
I couldn't even be bothered to care how I sounded while begging. I needed this too much.
When Elliot started to move in earnest, I got my wish. Part of it, anyway. He sank the rest of the way into me, drawing a groan from deep in my throat as I felt his body flush with mine. There was little resistance as