Chapter 182 Beyond caring

Chapter 182 Beyond caring
CHAPTER 182
Beyond caring
REID
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“You are the altar cup and from this, I do fill my mouth … Martyr, my religion is love, is you – Anne Sexton.”
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“Not quite.” He smiles, and goes straight to work. 

He drags his tongue on my underside, slowly, hollowing his cheek. One hand rolls my balls, while the other presses my hips down so I cannot thrust. I throw my head backwards and give in to it, to everything. The heat is rolling in me, like tides of hot waves, crashing down, and there is nothing else I can do to stop it. I don’t want to do anything to stop it. I love when he is cruel to me in bed, when he reminds me who he is – my first time, my first love, the only cock I’ll ever take in me. There will be no one else after him. It is always going to be him, only him. 

I am shaking when he pulls off with a soft pop and crawls back up my body.

He kisses me, and I latch on to his tongue, loving the taste of myself. It is filthy and dirty; it is us.

He reaches for the nightstand, not for a condom, because we barely use condoms, but for lube. I turn around, perch my ass up in the air and surrender myself to him. I grab on to the pillow hard, burying my face in it because I know he is about to screw me six ways to hell, or however they say it. My head is blank. His cock is hot on my ass, and his finger is slowly opening me up. This is heaven, my heaven, in bed with my Saint, and about to get fucked. It can’t get any better than this.

“Ready?” He rubs his palm over my ass in a soothing manner, and I nod. “Hm.” 

One slick finger presses against me, circles for half a second before pushing in. 

My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Shit. He adds a second finger and curls it in me, finding the spot he always does. My body jolts, and I whimper. He is careful as he fingers me, but he isn’t gentle. I grind my cock hard on the bed, push my ass against his hand. Every time he drags his finger over that place, a broken sound slips out of me. 

He presses a kiss to my back and pulls out his finger. 

I exhale shakily, sweat beading on my body. The heat flooding me is working over time. 

He settles behind me, dripping enough lube on his cock. The sight is erotic, and I bite my lip hard. The way he is moving his hand up and down, making sure his piercing gets enough lube too. It is enough to make me come.

“Think you can take me, big boy?” He smiles at me, the moonlight catching a side of his face. 

“Fuck me, Saint. I was made to take you.” I rasp, and grip the pillow tighter. 

His blunt head presses against me, and my breath stutters in my chest. He pushes in slow but steady, working his hips with restraint. The thick stretch forces a wheeze out of me. I shut my eyes tight, hand gripping the pillow even tighter. He slides into me, inch by inch until his hips are flush against mine, and I can feel him everywhere. 

He groans from above me, pulls out, and thrusts back in. Looks like we are done fucking around.

Then, he stops abruptly and pulls out of me, leaving me empty. “Need you to face me.”

I turn around. This is his favourite position, and also mine. I get to see the devastation on his face, the way the sex wrecks him from within, the way it breaks him apart. It fills me with satisfaction to know my body is doing that to him. 

He pushes back into me, and I wrap my legs around him. My hands find his back, nails digging in. Every time he bottoms out, a spark of pleasure shoots up my spine, to the base of my skull.

“Ah, fuck, I cannot get enough of you –” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He kisses me as if words aren’t enough and fucks me deeper.

I pull him in and shift my hips, triggering a new angle. My vision whites out for a second, and my body goes rigid. How does he make me feel like this all the time? How? It doesn’t make sense. We have been fucking for so long, and it still feels divine every time. His hand finds my cock, and strokes in time with his hips.

“Love you so much.” He strokes my cock, lengthening his thrust. 

I cup the back of his neck, and hold his gaze while he fucks me. I let him see every part of me, the need, the hunger, the … fear – the fact that I would let him ruin me if he asked. There isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross for him. I would burn it all if he asked. I will burn my life to the ground now if he wants me to, all for him. 

“You have no idea what I’ll do for you.” My words shake, and his rhythm stutters. 

He plants both hands on either side of my head, and starts driving into me harder with shorter strokes. The headboard taps the wall. Sweat slides down our bodies. I drag my hand down, gripping his firm ass and pull him even closer.

“Come on,” I manage, voice wrecked. “Come in me. I want us to come together.” 

He buries himself to the hilt, grunting and comes hard. His hot come in me drags out mine. My body locks tight, and my vision blanks until there is nothing left but him and me. 

His forehead presses against mine, and we exhale into each other’s mouth, as if his exhale is my inhale. We’ve left a mess on the sheets, but we are beyond caring.