I don’t want to make room for insecurities when I’m in bed with him. Even if the bed is a kitchen table.
I take a deep breath to calm my thoughts.
Swallowing, I drag the cucumber to my clit and lower it, letting the heaviness bring me delicious pressure. And I don’t look down to analyze my body and its imperfections. Instead, I tease us both.
He rubs his palm across his groin again, andthat thingis awake and well under there. The bulge makes me glad I had this idea.
Go me.
“Dirty talk me,” he gruffs, surprising me. And even though I didn’t expect him to want dirty talk, I’m glad that he asked for what he clearly wants. And I’m happy to serve it up for him.
I roll my lips together, moving the cucumber over my clit in long, slow passes. My eyes hold his, watching his gaze bounce from my breasts to my cunt to my eyes. He’s starved and insane but holding it together. And that energy makes me feel like a million goddamn dollars.
“I can’t wait until I can ride every inch of your cock without needing a break,” I rasp, sliding the end of the vegetable to my swollen opening. I’m so wet it’s disturbing. And it’s not like I’m dying to fuck this cuke, but performing for him makes me feel…powerful.Captivating a man like him… it’s insane to say it replaces something I lost, but it definitely helps.
“I can’t wait until I sink down, down, down,” I drag out, pushing the cucumber slowly inside me. He reaches into his briefs and pulls out his cock and his massive, swollen balls. God, his balls are big. Full and a good shape, too. They just… go so well with him. Even his balls make my pussy quiver.
I have it bad.
“Down,” I continue, “until my clit is rubbing against your groin.” I shimmy my hips a little as I push the cucumber all but a few inches where I’m gripping. His fist jerks up his length, and he’s rougher with himself than I am when I touch him. I like to see how he touches himself. I like to envision him under a thin sheet, a sheen of sweat on his skin, my name on his lips as he strokes, strokes, strokes…
“Fu-uck,” he growls, eyes glued to my pussy where I’m currently slowly fucking myself with the cucumber, my clit throbbing. He smooths his palm over his head, angry and red, then uses the precum to stroke his shaft. His pumps gain momentum, and the strain in his neck intensifies. He’s a man biding his time, struggling for composure.
My clit aches unbearably, so I reach down and give her the rubbing she needs as I fuck myself with my other hand; the cucumber starting to feel really fucking good. His eyes searing my cunt and his fist abusing his cock make me feelreallygood, too.
“And I’d ride you, and my belly would burn from how full it is, and my pussy would ache from how you’d stretch me, but I’d cum so hard, I’d cum so hard on your cock, Atticus,” I moan, not even concocting a scene anymore but really just speaking from my own fantasies.
With a feral groan, he brings his hands up, linking his fingers behind his head. The generous size of his biceps flexing as his cock bobs in front of him, heavy and glistening—I move my hips forward against the woodgrain, getting the cuke as far inside myself as possible.
“I’m close,” I breathe, my lids growing heavy at the sight of him having to physically remove his hands to keep control. “Finish me,” I say, my tongue dragging seductively along my bottom lip.
Stepping forward, he takes a stance between my spread legs, our eyes idling together with intensity, and he knocks my hand away, taking control of the cucumber.
Looping his other hand around my back, he pulls me up, and I rest my hands on his shoulders, something I’m growing to be obsessed with. My fair skin contrasts with his tanned, inked skin, slightly weathered by the few years he has on me—and it melts me. His cock lies impatiently against my thigh, the veins climbing up the shaft swollen and angry. The head drips precum, smearing against my skin, and the glistening sight of him wanting me drives me toward insanity.
My head falls back as he fucks me with the cucumber, twisting it as he pulls it out, giving my entire lower half a soul-scorching squeeze. “Watch,” he growls, “watch and touch your clit,” he adds.
The ends of my drying hair tickle my nipples as I tip my head forward, focusing on the way my pink lips seal around the green veggie. Then I look at his cock, and notice the stream of opaque cream sliding down the shaft, blending into the pebbled skin of his full sac.
Never before has the sight of a weeping cock made me feral. But right now, all I can think is,mine.
Atticus is literally holding onto the edge with a death grip, leaking from pleasing me.
“Atti,” I moan; the sight of the monster weeping for me is too much. “Fuck, Atti, I’m gonna cum,” I grind out, pushing my hips toward the veggie, toward him, toward ultimate release.
The hand at my lower back slides up, his fingers tangling in my hair as he holds me there, keeping me, watching as I cum. My eyes go between his erection and his hand fucking me, and then my hips stop, and his hand does, too.
Liquid surges out of me, and he yanks the cucumber out, knocking my fingers from my clit. With the pad of his thumb, he strums my clit in fast, short strokes as my orgasm surges from me in sharp, quick gushes.
“There you go, baby,” he coaxes, working my clit like it’s just the two of them. He touches me better than I touch myself. “Give it all up, cum for me,” he continues, and I hold his shoulders and stare at the movie between our legs, almost unbelieving it's me that’s soaking this table, me with the tattooed hand on my cunt, me that has the world’s biggest dick dripping cum down my thigh.
When every single molecule of orgasm has left my body, my thighs begin to tremble. He grabs my throat with the same hand he touched my pussy with and brings my mouth to his. Our kiss is hot and frantic, and in it, I feel his need to lose control. His need to cum.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his length, but he growls his refusal. He reaches for the cucumber and brings it between our faces.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet,” he says, eyeing the slick vegetable. Sliding a hand to each end of it, I watch him with my hands braced on the table.
The corner of his lips turn up in a tiny grin as his eyes come to mine. Then snap, the cucumber is broken in two. My pulse goes frantic.