A cap flips open, and I feel cool liquid slide down, and then his fingers are there again, rubbing it up against me.
“Ready?” he asks, and I nod.
And then one finger slips into me, and I groan at the weird sensation of being invaded down there.
“Relax,” he says, and I do my best as he massages his way in. More lube dribbles down my crack, and he works it inside of me. And when he’s knuckle deep, I gasp.
“So good,” I mutter as he moves in and out of me, his finger crooking, searching…
“Oh fuck,” I nearly shout, and Caleb chuckles.
“There it is,” he says and does it again. I nearly come off the bed, my cock already hard again.
“What the fuck….” I moan as he does it again and again. I’m panting now, unable to catch my breath. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, and before I know it, he’s added a second finger, scissoring them, opening me wider, each time hitting that spot inside of me that’s driving me wild.
“Whit,” I moan. “Please. More.”
I’m on all fours now, my ass in the air, my elbows bent, my forehead on the bed beneath me. I’m arching back into him, fucking myself on his fingers. So desperate.
“Such a slut for it, hm,” Whit says roughly, and I whimper.
“Yes. For you. Yes. More. More. More.”
Whit suddenly shifts on the bed, his thighs bumping mine. He reaches around me and clutches my cock in his hand. And then he’s working me from both sides, and my eyes cross. He thrusts in with his fingers as his hand moves down my cock. It’s too much. Too much. I’m writhing, whimpering, grasping for something to hold onto. He’s hitting that spot just right, and I’m nearly sobbing with the need to explode. To find relief.
A third finger enters me, and I’m so full. So fucking full. How have I never done this before? How have I gone my whole life without this?
When he bites down on my ass cheek, thrusting in and down simultaneously, I cry out, coming over and over onto his silky sheets. My entire body tingles, ass clenching around his fingers, my cock jerking in his hand.
And when it’s over. I can’t move. So, I drop down into my own mess, not even caring that I’m sticky.
Whit’s fingers are still in my ass, and I don’t even ask him to leave. Just want to keep him inside of me.
“Stay,” I mutter, and Whit presses a kiss to my back before slowly slipping his fingers from me.
He massages my cheeks and then spreads them, watching my pulsing hole. I should be blushing at how intimate this is, but I’m too fucking satiated to anything but smile.
“You did good,” he says, pressing his thumb to my hole, and my ass sucks it right in. I’m apparently a cock slut. Who knew?
“You sore?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Did you like it?”
“What do you think?” I ask, and he presses another kiss to my back.
“I think you were made for it.”
I glance over at him, and he’s smiling softly, his cheeks flushed.
“Give me a sec, and I’ll get you off, k?”
He shakes his head. “No need. Already did.”
My eyebrows rise, and I smile back at him.
“Fine, then give me twenty minutes, and we can do that again.”
CHAPTERELEVEN