“Vanni? Do you want me to stop?” I was carefully pulling back when his free hand slapped my ass, startling me into yanking it out.
“Ahh, shit,” he yelped as he flexed his cheeks in response to the movement, but a moment later, he let out a mix between a groan and a laugh. “I swear I’ve never been this awkward. Just pretend that didn’t happen.” I didn’t acknowledge the embarrassment in his tone, simply humming my agreement while I waited for him to answer me. “The slap was to keep going. I-I liked it,” he admitted, voice muffled by what I assumed was his arm over his face.
“Nothing wrong with liking something, Vanni. I was hoping you would. Tell me if you want me to stop or change what I’m doing, and feel free to move up to the toy. I’d rather be well stretched before I take you back there.”
It was his turn to hum an agreement, and then our vocalizations were reduced to gasps, moans, and short one-to-two-word directions and demands.
I came with a cry of ecstasy, the dildo buried in me to hilt. I had Vanni’s dick in a death grip and two fingers pressed as far as they'd go while I rubbed his prostate, his curses filling the air around us as I refused to let him get off. As soon as the aftershocks faded, I lifted up, letting the object pull from me as I drenched Vanni with lube. That done, I shifted position to notch him at my back entrance.
Both of us were covered in sweat, and Vanni’s expression was full of desperation, but I kept my eyes on his as I let my weight do the work. My lips parted in a short whining gasp when the broad head forced my sphincter wide around it, the burn of his entrance resulting in my muscles flexing around him in protest despite the steps we’d taken to make it easier.
My eyes closed in a grimace as the tip popped inside, and I paused as he tensed under me. “I’m fine,” I managed in a relatively normal tone, opening my eyes back up to find worry etched on Vanni’s face. “It’ll feel better once I adjust,” I promised, waiting for my ass to accustom itself to the fact that it couldn’t tighten back up.
“It feels fucking fantastic on my end, but I know… I don’t want to hurt you,” he finished, shadows in eyes, and his dick softened just enough to provide relief. I didn’t care for the reason; I wanted this to work, but not at his expense.
“Vanni, I’m fine. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t do it. If you’re not into it, we can clean up, and I won’t bring it up again.”
He only nodded in return, but the crease between his brows smoothed out. He reached for the lube before adding more to himself, then traced his fingertip around my taut skin where we connected. As he fully hardened again, I reached for the pen-like vibrator I’d stashed out of sight and clicked it on, settling it against my clit while I began to incrementally slide down Vanni’s thick pole. When it touched the attached metal, my entire southern region contracted, forcing my slick arousal from my empty pussy to pool on his balls and slip down his crack. The sound that came from me was part guttural moan, part choking gasp. I’m never going to get used to these things. Some self-experimentation might be in order before trying anything else with the guys; damn things should have come with an operations manual.
“Edie, if you do that again, I’m going to come,” Vanni warned, his hips pulsing up before he forced them back down.
But I wasn’t having any of that before I was done. “Squeeze the base of your dick, and don’t you dare let go until I say so,” I said, delivering a glance over my shoulder that said I meant business. He pouted but did as I said, and I continued to work my way down, only stopping when I came to the ring where his fingers formed the makeshift cockring.
His free hand came up to grasp my hip, fingers digging in to grip me so tightly I’d have fingerprint marks later. Not that I’d mind.
With my ass fully impaled, I upped the speed of the vibrations and started a leisurely paced ride on Vanni’s oversized dick, more than ready for the finale. Moans and whimpers escaped me as I rode him harder, matched by groans and near-growls, our bodies straining for completion. And I was about to up the ante because I couldn’t hold on much longer.
It was sweaty, messy, dirty, and unapologetic sex between two people that cared to share in their mutual pleasure. Whether I was choking and drooling on myself with his cock down my throat, or making noises more suitable to the barnyard, Vanni was on board. He was my filthy, horse-cock packing, kindred soul when it came to the raunchier end of fucking. The thing was, it wasn’t just fucking. It was more, and I kinda loved it. I also suspected he wasn’t the only one into the filthier side of sex after that night we’d all shared at Cherry Baby. Figured it was only a matter of time before I had more dick than I knew what to do with. I couldn’t fucking wait.
“Eden, I can strangle my dick all I want, but it’s not going to stop anything, very soon,” Vanni panted out from behind him, spurring me on to grab the last toy and coat it well.
“Stay relaxed,” was all the warning I gave him as I firmly pressed the thin massager with a curved, egg-shaped head to his asshole and slid it in with one continuous motion.
He arched under me with shout of what I thought was surprise, and then a “Holy fuck” came out of him when I clicked it on. His hips started slamming into me from underneath, making my tits bounce in earnest, and he abandoned his hold on his dick to grip my hips in both hands, forcing me down to meet him with a sharp clap of skin on each thrust. It was all I could do to keep my balance, but his hold helped steady me while I worked the vibrators for both of us.
A minute later, my shriek was muffled behind my tightly closed lips as I squirted in a gush of fluid all over Vanni and the bed. My muscles clamped down on him, and then his own pulsing orgasm flooded my insides, accompanied by a harsh grunt. He held me tightly to him as he ground into my sore hole, the pain only heightening the pleasure, and before his own pleasure could subside, I pulled the massager from the snug tunnel of his ass.
Discarding everything on the corner of the bed to clean up later, I twisted my legs and leaned back onto Vanni’s chest, his half-hard prick still lodged in me, his cum leaking out around it. My back stuck to his chest, both slick with sweat, as was much of the rest of our bodies. I slid my head onto his shoulder and licked my dry ass lips as I looked at him.
“So, how was it?” I asked, slightly out of breath from my exertions.
A hint of a dimple appeared when he smiled, and though the look in his eyes was sated and sleepy, his voice was husky with spent desire.
“I fucking love you, Eden Moretti.”
I had to laugh a little, and I definitely needed a cigarette, but… “You better, because I think mounting your dick with my ass says it all.” One day, I’d feel more comfortable saying it with carefree repetition, but until then, I was excellent at showing it.