The Muse's Undoing

“Shh…I’m not gonna hurt you.”

And he is getting hard. The swelling of his cock sucks in another inch. He throws his head back and lets out a series of gasping breaths. His back is slick with sweat. “Move it,” he says.

“You done?”

“No…move it…move it inside me.”

“You’re so goddamn hot, princess,” I whisper against his neck while I do as he asks, gently pulling it back and forth, keeping it inside him, but with every stroke down, when the rod finds no resistance, it sinks deeper.

“Watch with me,” I tell him. “It’s so fucking pretty.”

He lifts his head and groans at the sight of the slick beads popping in and out of his slit. I’m just as mesmerized. I can feel how hot his body is and the tension in his thighs as they press out against mine.

“Is it safe to jerk off? I feel like I need to touch it.”

“Go ahead. Be gentle, though, because I think you can take a lot more.”

He nods. “I want more.”

“God, you’re so fucking perfect. Anyone ever tell you that before?”

“Just you,” he whispers as his hand moves up his length.

“Then let me show you. Watch…”

I let go of the sound, and it slides all the way in, leaving only the ring balancing on his crown.

His shuddering gasp is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I kiss his neck, proud of him and horny for him and basking in his intense, agonized pleasure. “So fucking deep,” he moans.

“There are a million things I could teach you. Things I wanna do to you.”

“Tell me, but only if it’s filthy.”

“You wanna hear about how I wanna drug you and fuck you?”

“God…oh God.” he groans, his entire body spasming.

I slide my finger through the ring and play with the rod’s depth, knowing he can feel the beads moving beneath his fingers. It’s a bizarre feeling, intrusive and wrong, but intrusive and wrong is sometimes the best thing ever, and I have a feeling Fischer has a lot of kinks he has yet to discover. I want to be the one who unlocks them all.

I look at our audience again, two couples now, and a fifth, taller than the rest. I lick my lips before running my tongue up the side of Fischer’s neck. Into his ear, I say softly, “I want you to wake up drooling, lying in a puddle of your own cum.”

“Matty…” The strain in his voice is a warning. “I’m close…”

“Hold onto it, princess…it’s gonna feel so good.”

“I can’t…I can’t…”

“Christ, you’re so beautiful.”

I slide my hand up his neck, turning his face so I can kiss his panting mouth. He groans into mine. I rock my hips, grinding my own cock against his back, beyond turned on, and wanting to come with him. I leave the sound alone so I can focus on the kiss, the taste of his tongue, sharp with desire and wet with need. His body is burning, and I’m on fire. We’re both dripping sweat, and all the subtle, careful movements keep my cock compressed, trying to push through too much friction.

He lets out a strangled cry, and the sound short-circuits me. “Fuck, oh fuck…” My cock unloads on his spine from an orgasm that rolls through me like an earthquake. Before I totally lose my mind, I slide out the sound, and a thick burst of white cum shoots from his dilated tip. He trembles like I hit him with a taser.

Taking hold of his face, I turn him and kiss us both through our release. I drop the sound and grab his cock, smearing it with his thick, gushing cum.

He turns to his side between my legs, and I take his mouth even deeper as he continues to moan and shake. I’m not faring much better to be honest, a mess of aftershocks and raw nerves that need soothing.

I run a hand through his damp hair, and he presses his body to mine, arching in all the right places until we’re fused perfectly together. My leg wraps around his and we continue to thrust and grind as we make out with wide open mouths and searching tongues. Hot and heavy has a whole new meaning now.