The Muse's Undoing

“Prove it, huh? I’m not sure you want to dare me, princess,” he says, his fingers behind my waistband, working to open the fly of my pants. “I’m sure you’re sore.”

“I’m fine,” I say, already flashing back to last night. The way my skin responds to his touch—his breath. The way my cock jerks at his words like he’s capable of enchanting it.

“I’m just as happy sucking you,” he says.

With my cock out of my pants and pointed directly at his mouth, I’m not in a position to refuse or make a counteroffer. He proceeds to debauch me in a way I’ve never experienced even in my wildest encounters. With my right leg slung over his shoulder, he eats my ass and sucks my cock with unleashed abandon. It feels like his mouth is everywhere, and all I can do is hang onto him and the seat of the chair and try not to send us toppling with my total lack of control over my body.

I writhe and buck, shout and groan while I try to resist the way my nerves threaten to overload. It’s impossible. My fast, shouted orgasm doesn’t stop him. He just recenters his mouth on my hole and leaves me shaking and blathering nonsense. He is utterly fucking me up.

He stares up at me. Grounding me. While my sanity teeters on the brink, he’s here, tethering me to him.

If we were intense as a pair before yesterday, we’ve managed an exponential change. I don’t know how we’re going to manage to keep this thing between us quiet. It’s amazing we’ve gone this long.

It makes me wonder what might have happened if I hadn’t gone back to work after the accident. If I’d taken a local job and not met Nicole. Would I have ever kicked him out of my bed?

He forces three orgasms from me in the chair over more than an hour spent on his knees. I’m a drooling mess, sweating through my sweater and limp all over. All I can think about, though, is his dick.

It’s huge in his pants with only a small wet spot from precum. If he’d actually come, he’d be soaked.

“I want you,” I tell him as I use his offered hand to help me up from the chair.

He wraps his arms around me and gives me a long, deep kiss. “You’ve got me.”

I palm his crotch, and he stifles a grunt. “Oh… What do you have in mind?”

“Anything.”

“I don’t know if I feel comfortable taking advantage of you like this,” he says with a self-satisfied grin against my mouth.

“What better time to take advantage of me? I mean, I guess you could wait until I fall asleep.”

He smirks. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Let me suck it.”

“You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, rubbing my palm firmly over his bulge again. “I used to give great head.”

“I bet you did. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a sexier mouth.”

“Fuck, Matty…I want it.”

“All right, but let me make this easy on you.”

“You don’t have to take it easy on me.”

“That’s not exactly what I said.”

It turns out it wasn’t what he meant either. It’s only easy in the sense that I get to lie down. On the bed, he straddles my chest and feeds his long, dripping cock to me, inch by thick inch.

Now this, I have some experience with, remote as it is. I can take a cock in my throat. It’s been awhile though, so there’s the expected adjustment period where I cough and gag a few times to get him where I want him.

Once we get all the angles right, he braces his hands on the window sill above me and fucks my face. His hips slowly flex and thrust, and I keep my lips firmly wrapped around him, stroking him whenever I can with long licks of my tongue.

“Fuck…you have a dirty mouth, princess.”

My eyelids flutter as I take his relentless assault.