“Lie back,” he says, and with zero questions, I lie on my back in the wet mess I made. And I don’t even fucking care.
Who am I?
He presses his hand to my lower belly, and I fight to keep my eyes open.
“Look at me,” he growls, and before my eyes find his, they go to his dripping, angry cock, which rests on the tabletop. The dark slit at the peak puckers as a drop of creamy milk escapes, rolling down the valley of veins along his shaft.
His eyes tell a story of a man on the brink, and after a moment of our gazes staying connected, I feel pressure between my legs… everywhere.
Pushing to my elbows, I look down to find him working one piece of the cucumber back into my cunt. He groans as he reaches for the second piece, taking a moment to compose himself before bringing it to my ass.
“Open,” he commands, and I don’t know how one opens their ass, but I’m not about to ask. Instead, I lie back a little and relax. He spits into his palm, stroking his cock. With a wink, he spits again, this time directly over the cuke as he strokes both halves.
“This tight little hole makes me wanna explode; you know that, Goldie girl?” he rasps the words as the cuke half fills my ass, one wide, slow inch at a time.
“I’m so full.”
His leaden eyes glow as he gives me a slow, sexy grin. “Not yet.” He jerks his head. “Get on the floor, on your hands and knees.”
He moves down the hall, and I watch his fine ass disappear, and I climb off the slippery table carefully. When he returns, he lays a towel across the floor. “For comfort,” he says with a wink.
I take my position, and he disappears down the hall again, this time returning with my tall mirror. Positioning it against the wall directly behind me, he gets on his knees in front of me, taking my head in his hands.
“I’m gonna look at you being stuffed full while you suck my cock and fill your belly with my cum,” he growls, and before he can even shove me down against his groin, I align my lips with his tip and suck him in.
I don’t know if it’s the pounding in my groin telling me another orgasm is near or if it’s the sexiness of him staring at me—spread and filled—while I move my tongue up the underside of his cock. Whatever it is, I’ve never felt more on fire and alive.
Moans slip out around his cock as I work to suck him, taking moments to gather my breath as I lick the steadily streaming precum oozing from the tip.
With one hand, I reach up and fill my palm with heavy, hot balls, and god, are they both of those things. Weighty, full, and so warm when I squeeze them, a rush of arousal surges around the cucumber at just the touch.
My body, on a whole other level than what my brain tells me I want, wants Atticus. Needs him. Throbs to be fucked by him. I tremble at the thought of watching his thick cum ooze out of me.
I suck more of him, bringing his head to the back of my throat with a wet gag.
He moans my name as his fingers dig deep into my scalp.
“You ready, baby?” he tugs me against him with gentle force, and my jaw burns with how full my mouth is. “Fuck, I can’t last. I’m gonna cum,” he growls, he moans, and he hisses. And then I choke as the first rope of cum splashes against the back of my throat.
Swallowing, I keep him deep as he cums in orgasmic waves, flooding my throat and belly with what feels like an abundance of release. And when he starts to twitch and soften on my tongue, I let his cock fall out of my mouth. Catching my breath, he loops his hands under my arms and lifts me to face him, both of us on our knees. Eyes locked to mine, he reaches around and hollows my ass, setting the cucumber between us. Again, he reaches and empties my pussy, this time bringing the half cuke to his lips.
With his other hand, he grabs the other half. He grins at me, and my belly flutters. My belly full of his cum flutters, I should say, and the thought makes me a little deliciously dizzy.
And then he bites into one half and then the other.
I cup a hand to my mouth. “That was in my butt,” I bemoan with a giggle. Around a bite of cucumber, Atti says, “that’s why I wanted to eat it.”
Then we laugh. We laugh as he literally eats both halves of the cucumber. And then he sits me on the towel on the kitchen countertop while his heavy, soft cock swings around as he sanitizes my kitchen table, then the floor.
Seriously.
He gets my mop out–one I haven’t even used yet–and mops up our mess after already carefully cleaning the table and then sanitizing it. Watching him do these things while completely nude and soft is so private and vulnerable; I’ve never felt more connected to someone.
And he just ate a cucumber that came out of my ass.
Butthis.This feels like love.
And that’s why I love him, too. Because he makes me feel his love.